My Doctor Asked Me to Record My Sleeping — What I Saw My Husband Do at Night Shocked Me

My Doctor Asked Me to Record My Sleeping — What I Saw My Husband Do at Night Shocked Me

Struggling with chronic fatigue, Sarah sets up a camera to record her sleep. She’s shocked to see her husband, Jake, leaving the house in the dead of night. Suspicion and fear grip her as she investigates, leading to a tense confrontation.

Have you ever tried to solve one problem and ended up uncovering a disastrous new problem in the process? That’s exactly what happened to me.

For the past year, I’ve been feeling like a zombie. No matter how much I slept, I woke up exhausted. It was like I never actually went to bed. After months of dragging myself through the day, I couldn’t take it anymore!

I went to see Dr. Grant, a sleep specialist. She suggested I record my sleep to figure out what was going on. I didn’t see how this would help, but I was desperate enough to try anything at that point.

At first, I used a voice recorder. I placed it on my nightstand, feeling a bit silly but desperate for answers. The next morning, I played back the recording and heard strange noises. Were those footsteps and doors opening and closing?

This was definitely odd. It made my skin crawl thinking someone might be lurking around our house at night.

My heart raced as I replayed the sounds, trying to make sense of them. Was it just my imagination? Could it be something sinister?

After a few nights of these weird sounds, the mystery deepened. Every night the noises persisted: soft thuds, the creak of the bedroom door, and faint whispers that sent shivers down my spine.

I decided to up my game and set up a hidden camera in the bedroom. I didn’t mention it to my husband, Jake. He was out late with friends, as usual, and I was too tired to wait up for him.

As I set up the camera, my hands trembled with a mix of fear and anticipation. What would I find? I went to bed with a knot in my stomach, hoping the camera would capture something that made sense of the eerie disturbances.

The next morning, I woke up feeling like a truck had hit me; the exhaustion was that bad. Jake was already in the kitchen, making coffee, looking annoyingly well-rested.

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