After the incident with the box, I started to feel like I was not alone in the house anymore.
Sometimes I heard footsteps at night.
Sometimes I felt someone standing behind me when I looked in the mirror.
Sometimes I woke up and found the keys on the floor.
But the strangest thing was the dreams.
I started dreaming the same dream again and again.
A long corridor.
Endless doors on both sides.
Each door had a number.
1… 2… 3… 4… 5…
I walked through the corridor slowly, touching the doors with my fingers. I tried to open them, but they were all locked.
Then I reached a door at the very end.
Door number 1000.
When I tried to open it, I heard a voice behind me.
"Don't open that door yet."
I turned around, but I couldn't see his face. Only a tall silhouette standing in the darkness.
"Who are you?" I asked.
He didn't answer.
Instead, he asked me a question.
"How many times are you going to forget me?"
I woke up immediately, my heart beating like crazy.
Forget him?
I had never seen that man before.
Or at least… I thought I hadn't.
The next morning, I took all the keys and looked at them again carefully. On the back of key number 7, I noticed something new.
A tiny engraving I had never seen before.
It looked like letters.
Very small letters.
I used a magnifying glass and finally read them.
"You promised."
My hands started shaking.
Promised what?
And to whom?
I suddenly felt that this story was not about the husbands.
It was about me.
And something I had forgotten...