The Evil My Neighbor Did With My Clothes Episode 3

The pain slowly subsided, but the fear lingered. I dragged myself to the mirror, desperate to see what had become of me. My hands trembled as I leaned forward, staring into the reflection.

And that’s when I saw her.

Her face was in the mirror, not mine.

Her dark, hollow eyes stared back at me, her twisted smile mocking my confusion. I stumbled back, nearly tripping over the edge of the bed.

"What is this?" I shouted, my voice cracking with terror. "What do you want from me?"

The reflection didn’t move—it simply stared. I pressed my fingers to my chest, clutching at the shirt, and tried to pull it off again. But no matter how hard I tugged, it wouldn’t budge.

It wasn’t just stuck—it felt like the fabric had fused with my skin.

"No!" I screamed, clawing at the material. My nails dug into my flesh, but it was useless.

I paced the room, panic tightening its grip on me. The clothes clung to my body like a second skin, the cracks on my darkened flesh spreading slowly, almost like they were alive.

"I can’t go to work like this," I muttered to myself, running my hands through my hair. My mind raced for a solution, but there was none.

The hours dragged on as I sat in my room, avoiding the mirror. I couldn’t risk seeing her again.

When night fell, exhaustion took over, and I collapsed onto the bed. But my sleep was anything but peaceful.

In my dream, I was back in the strange, shadowy room. She was there, standing just a few feet away, her arms outstretched.

"David," she said softly, her voice dripping with sweetness.

"No," I whispered, trying to back away, but my feet wouldn’t move.

She walked closer, her dark eyes locking onto mine. Before I could react, she wrapped her arms around me, pulling me into an embrace.

"Let me go!" I shouted, struggling to break free, but her grip was like steel.

"You’re mine now," she whispered, her cold lips brushing against my ear.

I tried to scream, but the sound wouldn’t come out. She began to kiss me, her lips cold and lifeless.

"Stop this!" I shouted, finally finding my voice.

But she only laughed, her hands tightening around me. "You’re my husband now, David. You’ve always been mine."

I froze at her words, my mind reeling. "Husband? What are you talking about?"

"You’ll understand soon," she said, pressing her forehead against mine. "You belong to me."

The dream began to fade, her laughter echoing in my ears as I woke up.

I sat up in bed, gasping for air. Sweat drenched my body, and my heart pounded like a drum.

"This isn’t real," I whispered, trying to convince myself. But the cracks on my skin were still there, and the clothes still clung to me like a parasite.

I needed answers.

Grabbing my phone, I dialed my mother’s number. She picked up after a few rings, her familiar voice bringing a small sense of comfort.

"David? Why are you calling so late?" she asked.

"Mom, I need to tell you something," I said, my voice shaking.

"What’s wrong, dear?"

I hesitated, unsure of how to explain everything. "Something’s been happening. I… I think there’s something wrong with me."

"David, calm down and tell me what happened," she urged.

Taking a deep breath, I recounted everything—the strange woman, the missing clothes, the dreams, the changes to my skin.

There was a long pause on the other end of the line.

"Mom?" I said nervously.

"Oh no," she finally whispered, her voice trembling.

"What? What is it?" I demanded.

"I thought she would never find you," my mother said, her tone heavy with fear.

"Who? Who are you talking about?"

"I… I don’t know how to explain this," she stammered. "But that woman, David, she’s..."

"She's what??" I echoed, my stomach twisting into knots.

"Stay away from her," my mother warned. "But listen to me—this isn’t just a coincidence. That woman… she’s been waiting for you."

"Waiting for me? Why?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"I need to come see you," my mother said urgently. "We need to talk—now."

The line went dead before I could respond.

I stared at the phone in my hand, my mother’s words replaying in my mind.

"She’s been waiting for you

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