A newly married couple, let’s just call them Billy and Mable, had bought a house in Maine. They disregarded the stories told to them about the house by the realtor about the house being haunted by an insane serial killer and moved in. Mable frequently complained about the feeling that someone was touching her in the night, and Billy resolved to stay up the whole night and see who was doing it.
True to his word, Billy stayed up
the whole night. He just didn’t stay in the room.
Around midnight, he was gripped by the feeling of
an overwhelming thirst. He went downstairs to the
kitchen to get a glass of water. Before he could
get a glass, he heard the most horrible screaming
from Mable’s room. Billy rushed upstairs and
screamed himself. Mable’s mutilated corpse was
strewn in various places around the bed. Billy
rushed downstairs and called the police. Several
nights later, Billy was sleeping peacefully. Until
around midnight. Again feeling very thirsty, he
went downstairs and got a glass of water. He went
upstairs and saw a lump in the bed. He ripped off
the covers and the ghost of Mable floated up. She
had an unholy light in her eyes, and the dark form
of another man floated beside her. Mable held the
biggest knife Billy had ever seen in her hand.
"Didn’t you promise, Billy? Didn’t you promise? ’Till death do we part? Didn’t you promise?" Mable said as she floated towards the paralyzed Billy.
The house being far out into the lush country side, no one could hear Billy’s horrified and pain-filled screams.