Michael and I have been married for 8 years. We live in a small house in Quezon City, just outside of Manila, Philippines. Miguel is a sales manager at an electronics distribution company, so he often travels to different cities such as Cebu, Davao, and Makati.
Our marriage wasn’t perfect, but we lived a quiet and peaceful life. O… That’s what I thought at the time.
I change the bedsheet all the time. I washed the blanket with hot water. Once again, I took the mattress out of the balcony to dry under the intense Manila sun.
But it’s weird — every night when Michael goes to bed, the smell returns.
When I asked him, his brow furrowed.
“You’re just so sensitive, Anna. There is no smell.”
But I knew I wasn’t imagining.
Things got even weirder when I noticed that every time I tried to clean part of her bed, she suddenly became irritable. One night he even screamed.
“Don’t touch my stuff. Let the bed be like that!”
I was stunned.
Michael was always calm. In my eight years of marriage, I’ve never seen her get so upset just because of cleaning.
From then on, a strange fear gradually developed inside me.
And then the night came when the smell became so strong, I could barely sleep. Every time I lay down, I felt like something was rotting under the bed.
A very strong sense of fear.
One night, Miguel said he had to go to Cebu for a three-day business trip.
He pulled his suitcase to the door and kissed me on the forehead.
“Make sure the door is locked.”
I nodded, but there was a strange feeling in my chest.
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