“You’ve been doing it again,” Aaron said one morning, his voice laden with worry. He looked at his wife, Laura, as she sipped her coffee. Her eyes were bleary, dark circles accentuating her pale complexion.
“Doing what?” Laura asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Sleepwalking. Last night you were in the backyard. I found you standing in the rain, barefoot.”
Laura blinked slowly, confusion twisting her features. She had no memory of it. It wasn’t the first time Aaron had mentioned her late-night wanderings, but it was the first time they left her with a chill running down her spine.
Escalating Oddities
It started two months ago. Aaron would wake in the middle of the night to find Laura missing. At first, it was harmless—he found her standing in the kitchen or sitting on the couch. But lately, her nocturnal ventures had grown stranger.
Last week, Aaron found muddy footprints leading from the yard to their bedroom. Laura’s hands were filthy, as if she had been digging. When he asked her about it, she had no explanation. “You must have been dreaming,” she told him.
But Aaron wasn’t so sure.
The Camera Revelation
One night, Aaron set up a camera in their bedroom. He hated to do it—it felt invasive—but he was desperate to understand what was happening. He didn’t tell Laura.
When she went to bed, Aaron pretended to fall asleep, waiting for her to start sleepwalking. Around 2:17 a.m., Laura stirred. Her movements were rigid, almost mechanical. She rose from the bed without a sound, her eyes wide open but vacant.
Aaron followed her at a distance as she wandered into the kitchen. She opened the drawer where they kept the knives and pulled one out.
“Laura,” Aaron whispered, his voice trembling.
She didn’t respond. Instead, she walked to the back door, opened it, and stepped into the cold night. Aaron grabbed his coat and followed her into the backyard. The air smelled of wet earth.
The Garden Mystery
Laura stopped near the garden, staring at the ground. Then she began to dig with her bare hands.

“Laura, stop!” Aaron shouted, rushing to her.
She didn’t even flinch. Her hands clawed at the soil until Aaron pulled her away. She let out a low, guttural growl that didn’t sound human. Her eyes met his for a fleeting moment, and Aaron felt a chill down his spine. Her expression was empty, but there was something behind it—something dark.
What Lies Beneath
The next morning, Laura had no memory of the night before. Aaron watched the footage from the camera. It showed her rising from bed, staring directly into the lens for a moment before leaving the room. It wasn’t her blank stare that unsettled him; it was the faint, twisted smile that curled her lips.
Later that day, Aaron decided to dig where Laura had been digging. The soil was loose, easy to move. About a foot down, his shovel hit something solid.

It was a box.
He hesitated before prying it open. Inside were items he recognized—his missing watch, a framed photo of their wedding, a set of keys he thought he’d lost. But then he saw something he couldn’t explain: teeth. Human teeth, yellowed and scattered at the bottom of the box.
Aaron stumbled back, his breath catching in his throat.
A Confrontation
That night, Aaron confronted Laura.
“What’s happening to you?” he demanded. “Why do you keep going out there? What’s in that box?”
Laura looked genuinely confused, her brow furrowing. “What box?”
Aaron grabbed her wrist. “The box with the teeth, Laura! Whose are they?”
Her face went blank, and for a moment, Aaron thought she might faint. But then her lips moved, forming words he couldn’t understand, a guttural chant that made his skin crawl.
Suddenly, Laura’s body jerked violently, and her head tilted at an unnatural angle. “You shouldn’t have looked,” she said in a voice that wasn’t hers.
Aaron stumbled back, horrified. “What are you?”
Laura’s lips curled into that same twisted smile from the camera footage.

“I’m not Laura.”
The Final Discovery
In the weeks that followed, Aaron tried to leave, but something always stopped him. His car wouldn’t start. His phone would lose service. And every night, Laura—or whatever she had become—would rise from the bed, her midnight walks growing longer and stranger.

One morning, Aaron woke to find himself in the backyard, standing over a fresh hole. His hands were muddy, and Laura was nowhere to be seen.
Inside the hole was a box.
And inside the box was a photo of him, smiling.
But he couldn’t remember ever taking that picture.
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