Bad moon rising part seven

The next morning I was feeling rough after reliving the next morning from the past. Sometimes I lose track of when I am, past or present. Is today yesterday, or the day before, or ten years ago. I don’t really know. What I do know is that the night my wife Zuchi went all animalistic and possessed was the most disturbing thing I had ever witnessed in my entire life.

We woke up, as normal, we went downstairs as normal. It was as if none of the night before had ever happened, like it was all just some sort of nightmare I had had all to myself. This morning she was the epitome of normality. We got the children up, dressed, breakfasted and off to school just like every other school day. And before long Zuchi herself was off to work, as normal, that is to say, in her work clothes, with her old leather satchel of work papers.” Byeee, don’t forget to collect the kids from school.“ she called out as she slammed the front door shut.

And suddenly I was on my own trying to figure out my next move. Little did I realise that this was the calm before the storm. What was to follow was a concerted effort to completely scramble my brain by gaslighting. Even less did I know that Zuchi had reinforcements I would stand no chance against in my battle to save my family.

What I came to realise later was that for over a year Zuchi had been living a double life and had been secretly…