Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - His Madness Was Silent Until the Night He Said Julie’s Name One Last Terrifying Time PART1 #4

Episode Date: August 19, 2025

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February 23, 2016, Julie found out about Allison and found our text messages we have been sending. F-U-C-K, she was so mad, she couldn't control herself. I tried to calm her down, I tried to make up some kind of lie, I tried to keep her quiet, she wouldn't stop fucking crying and screaming at me, she just wouldn't listen. I can't talk to her when she's like that, I had to go downstairs to cool off. I almost felt like I blacked out I was so fucking mad. Why was I even mad though? Was I mad because I did it or because I got caught?

Fuck. Whatever happened, we both eventually calmed down and I felt relief as we both began to lower our voices and talk through everything. There is so much I have been keeping from her, sometimes intentionally, sometimes not. I am kind of alarmed by how quickly she was able to calm herself, but I know we can get through this if we work hard, we have had bumps in the past. Nothing like this, but I know we will get through it. February 26, 2016. Julie and I agreed to go to a marriage counselor, I also agreed to see a therapist on my own for multiple reasons. There is so much shit that I need to get out. I know I have resentments from my past, and I know I have some against Julie as well, but I don't know why. She's

always been nothing but good to me. Julie has been really distant lately, but I expect that, God knows I would be too. I try to talk to her, but she just stares out the window in our bedroom like some housewife from the colonial times, like you'd see in a movie. There's nothing really out there, no kids, no animals, nothing, she just stares. Fiona seems to have picked up on some of the stress going on too. She seems to be trying to stay away from me, especially when in the bedroom. WTF is that all about. Yoda is actually quiet for once, so whatever, I'll take that as a win. March 3rd, 2016. Our marriage counselor, Tony, seems pretty cool, and I felt better when I left. Julie still isn't really talking directly to me, more just

talking about me, almost like she's talking to someone else about me and I just so happen to be there. Every once in a while, I'll get a side glance from her when I attempt to make a joke, like she can't believe I would even attempt a joke at a time like this, at least I know she's hearing me, though. My one-on-one therapy starts soon, and it feels like I'm going in for a job interview. Like a job interview I'm nervous for, but I already know I'll get the job. I feel like I can't even touch or talk to Julie without her permission and it's frustrating as hell, but I'm going to gain her trust back, I know I can.

March 7, 2016. Okay, so I'm down with my personal therapist, Carol, too. She seems nice. I love to talk on my terms, she's paid to listen, and my favorite subject is myself, so what's the harm? On another note, Julie actually smiled at me today, and holy shit it felt good. She looked me dead in the eyes and smiled when I told her she looked pretty. I know, I know, it's not the kiss I've been wanting. but I'll take the smile at this point. It's almost been two fucking weeks since she found my

texts, so I'm hoping it's starting to heal for her. Guess we'll have to wait and find out. March 10, 2016, WTF, Julie straight-up lied to our marriage counselor today. She told him that she doesn't think I'm acting like myself. WTF does she want me to do? I've been trying so hard to be normal, if anything, she's the one staring off into nothingness all the goddamn time and never acknowledging me. Fiona just stares at me and stays next to Julie all the time, like, never comes close to me anymore, and Yoda stays perched on top of his cat tree most days, so I literally have nobody in this house. Yesterday I caught Fiona staring at my wife on the bed, not just like, cute staring like dogs do sometimes, no, like, sitting straight up on my side

of the bed, staring down at her, like Julie had a bag of treats or something hidden underneath her. When I asked what was going on, Julie just said, nothing, and kept reading her book without even looking up to see what I was talking about. At least she's talking to me now. March 15, 2016, Super Good Session with Carol. We talked about what happened when Julie confronted me about the texts, and I walked her through everything, from beginning to end like she wanted. We were able to pinpoint some opportunities with how I handle stress and confrontations. I feel super good with how that's going, and this morning Julie made me a coffee. She put way too much sugar in it, but that's fine, at least she's acknowledging that I even exist now.

I want to take her on a date, but she just keeps saying she's busy whenever I ask. I'm not going to give up, I can't. March 23, 2016, slept like she is. last night. Julie has these night terrors, but they're usually nothing too bad. Every once in a while she will sit up in bed and stare forward, or like, attempt to get out of bed. Itk where she's going, I've never let her get that far, but I just calm her down, call Fiona onto the bed, and she falls right back asleep. One night she thought Fiona was trying to attack her apparently, which would never happened even if Julie was the last food source left on the planet and Fiona hadn't ate for days. Last night, though, I woke up and Julie was just staring at me. Not sitting up, or standing,

or anything, just laying there looking at me, inches from my fucking face, staring at me. When I said her name, she smiled and just rolled over to go back to sleep. WTF. That kept me up pretty much for the rest of the night. When I asked her about it this morning, she just told me she didn't remember, like she normally says. Not a huge deal, just kind of creepy. She did make me coffee again this morning, so I'm assuming that even if she does remember it isn't that big of a deal. March 27, 2016, I brought up my wife creeping me out in the middle of the night

as a joke to Tony today in our secession and he like, fucking scribbled down notes like crazy. Julie didn't seem to notice him do this, but I did. I called my mom after and she was so happy to hear from me. She always cries when I talk to her and tell her what Julie and I are working on. Moms can be weird like that and my mom is, well, beyond fucking weird. She asks mom questions all the time, are you eating okay, are you staying clean, do you need anything, are they treating you right, which seems to be her strange mom way of asking me how my job is going, itk, things seem to be getting back to normal, I just wish I could. kissed Julie, I haven't kissed her in over a month and it's driving me crazy. All good things come with time. April 1st, 2016. Carol doesn't like that I was so creeped out by Julie being sleepless at night. She thinks I'm being too controlling and that if she can't sleep, I shouldn't be freaked out or anything, I should accept it and maybe ask if she wants to talk about it. IDK just

kind of seems like a stupid thing to ask Julie, like, hey, do you remember when you were staring at me in the middle of the fucking night, like, a week ago? WTF was that all about? I obviously wouldn't use those words exactly, but you know, something like that. On the positive side of things, Julie is sitting closer to me on the couch now when we watch TV, which I know seems kind of stupid, but I'm doing everything I can to get her to notice me again, uphill battle but I won't stop until things are normal again. April 9, 2016, woke up again in the middle of the night,

Fiona wasn't in our room which was strange. Part of me wanted to look for her, or at least call for her, but she hasn't had an accident in the house in like three years, so I just went back to sleep. It just seems odd because she usually sleeps right by our bedroom door or on the bed, but wasn't even in the room. Guess there's a first for everything. Maybe she finally realized that there's a whole couch downstairs

that she can sleep on and never has to worry about anyone kicking her off. Other than that, Julie wasn't in bed when I woke up this morning. She doesn't usually get up before me, every once in a while she does to go for a run or take the dog out. I could have sworn I heard her in the bathroom getting ready, like she was talking to herself or something, but there were no lights on. Sussu, either I'm losing my fucking mind, or I have been listening to too many ghost story podcasts lately. I think I'll scale back on the podcasts for a while. L.O.L. April 17th, 2016, another super shitty night of sleep. Julie seems to be never fucking sleeping, like, ever. Woke up a little before 2 a.m. to find her looking out the fucking window, like honestly,

what are you doing? She stood there stiff as a board, curtains open, hands at her side, bawled into fists. When I finally said her name, she didn't react at all. Fiona was in her spot on the bed, looking at me like she was scared of me, like she thought I might hurt her. I got out of bed to help Julie get back into bed and Fiona fucking growled at me, like, loud. I stood at my side of the bed and looked down at Fiona. She has never growled at me before, I was the disciplinarian. I told Fiona, no, and that's when Julie snapped out of it. She turned around and looked at me, smiled, and gently got back into it.

bed. Fiona barely moved when Julie climbed into bed, it was almost like they were one collective being collapsing back in on each other, both collaborating against me. Man, I have a lot of stuff to talk to Carol about and maybe even Tony. If this becomes a pattern, I'm sleeping downstairs, because that was creepy as fuck. April 21st, 2016. Okay, so, I talked to Carol about the middle of the night antics and she didn't seem to think it was too big of a deal. She told me that Julie is dealing with more stress than I could ever imagine right now and the best thing for me to do is, is to be there when she is ready to talk. That's all fine and dandy, Carol, but I swear to Christ if Julie murders me in my sleep, it's going to be your fault. Tony asked Julie about her

sleeplessness and Julie just told him, I don't remember, it's like I black out and wake up to Jeff talking to me. Black out. Great, I'm for sure going to be murdered in my sleep. If the police are reading this and I'm dead, just no IT was Julie. April 26, 2016. It's 140 a.m., and I've moved to the couch downstairs because Julie just had one of her sleep paralysis, night terror things. She was in the bedroom doorway, swaying from side to side, staring into our bedroom. Fiona was right in front of her, staring into the bedroom too. I couldn't tell if they were looking at me or what, but they were fucking staring intensely. I slowly sat up in bed and Julie stopped swaying the very moment I moved, tilted her

fucking head, and stared directly at me. Unblinkingly stared at me. Fiona kept staring off into the room. I said Julie's name and she smiled. I told her to come back to bed. I told her to come back to bed. and she said, no, then Fiona just walked out of the room past Julie, and Julie slowly, very slowly, walked back into the room. What should have taken her ten seconds to do took her upwards of 30, the whole time her eyes penetrating mine and smiling at me. Then, when she got to her side of the room, she started staring out the goddamn window again. I said her name, again, and she turned, and fucking looked at me. She wasn't smiling this time, she just said, What? And I said, please, come back to bed, you're scaring me. That made her smile even bigger this

time, and she climbed back into bed. I moved downstairs, because I need my sleep. It's 143 a.m. now and I'm beginning to wonder, how long had she been awake, standing in the fucking doorway, swaying back and forth, staring at me. Why didn't I feel Fiona get out of bed? Where is Fiona now, because she's definitely not downstairs with me? WTF May 2nd, 2016, Carol told me that maybe I should start taking some melatonin. I keep reassuring her, I don't have any issues sleeping, it's my wife being the fucking weirdo. Why is Carol so quick to dismiss that every time? She just tells me to let Julie deal with this on her own, that I can't control how she feels

and that if it helps to sleep downstairs to discuss that with Julie and see if that's something we want to do for the time being. We have a meeting with Tony soon, so maybe I'll bring it up there. I can't go on much longer not getting any sleep. I stopped bringing up the night terrors to Julie, as I don't want to upset her, and she doesn't ever seem to remember them anyway. I don't fucking get it, how can she not remember them? But when I told her she was scaring me the other night, she fucking smiled at me.

It's like she fully understood what I was saying and is just lying about not being able to hear me. I've dealt with some weird shit in my life and some far-out people, but this is like she's having some out-of-body experience. Is she taking acid without me knowing? I'm thinking maybe I take some melatonin and recommend it to her. She has to be feeling tired with all the standing in place and walking around she seems to be doing. May 5, 2016, Sussu brought up everything in the way. with Tony and Julie, and Julie smiled when I brought it up. Tony didn't even acknowledge that she smiled, he just asked if I had been taking anything to help with my sleeplessness. WTF. I explained everything, and Tony did agree, it seemed weird, but reminded me that I needed

to provide emotional support and that this wouldn't be fixed in just a few short months, that this may take years to fix, and even then might not be 100%. I nodded and remembered the night it all happened and how intense it was, how dark it had seemed to have gotten and then, how quickly it was over. I instantly felt terrible. I had broken Julie's heart and maybe I was pushing her too far, too fast. I keep thinking if I had found texts like that, man, I probably wouldn't be sleeping either. Also, I'm sure Fiona has picked up on Julie's stress levels and is responding to that, so maybe I am freaking out a little bit. It, seems easy to say now, but not when I wake up in the middle of the night and fucking zombie walker and her dog are

wandering around the house. Tony doesn't think it's a good idea to give Julie melatonin, so maybe I just take it and leave the bottle in Julie's bathroom in case she decides she wants one. We'll see. May 13, 2016. Last night was one of the most intense moments of my life. I've had a gun pulled on me and had my ass beat by people twice my size, and this shit, man. I woke up to Julie screaming.

Not yelling, fucking screaming at the top of her lungs downstairs. I ran out of the bedroom and Julie was at the bottom of the stairs looking up, just screaming. Her eyes were clenched tightly closed, but her face didn't seem to be showing any other signs of fear at all, no crouching to hide, no bald fists, no shaking, nothing. I yelled her name, and nothing happened. I started walking down the stairs and she just started walking down the stairs and she just stopped, opened her eyes, and smiled up at me. I froze in the middle of the stairway and she started walking up towards me, one step at a time. I tried to back up and stumbled over the

first stair and fell onto my back. I was paralyzed with fear. Julie stopped and leaned over me, still smiling, and said, it's 1.43 a.m., why aren't you asleep? I furrowed my brow and tried to look into her eyes, but I struggled to focus. I asked her, what? Julie, you were screaming, I came to make sure you were okay. Her smile disappeared immediately, and she leaned closer, fractions of an inch from my face, taunting me, did you think of me when you were texting Allison? She posed it as more of a comment, not a question.

I looked down, I couldn't even attempt to look into her eyes anymore. She stood back up straight and walked past me up the stairs and into the bedroom. I sat on the steps thinking about what just happened for what felt like an hour. When I turned around to go back to bed, Yoda sat motionless at the top of the stairs, staring at me, blinking and staring. I don't know why this made me feel uncomfortable, but I was almost worried to walk past him. I struggled, trying to decide whether I should look at him when I passed him by or not. I decided not to. WTF is happening.

When I crawled back into bed, Julie was so cold, she must have been out of bed for a long time. I couldn't sleep after that. I laid in bed and looked at the ceiling until I saw the first sign of light come through the window. May 14, 2016, I scheduled a meeting with Carol for this afternoon. I'm scared out of my fucking mind to go to sleep tonight. I'm definitely sleeping on the couch, but honestly at this point I'd rather sleep at a hotel. I demanded Julie talk to me this morning, but when I asked her about it for the third time she said all she remembered was me getting up to go to the bathroom around 2 a.m. or something, and that I was probably dreaming the rest. Are you out of your fucking mind? There's no way I dreamt that. Why is it she only looks me in the eyes when she's sleep walking?

Any other time I talk to her, it's like she's just talking to herself and I'm not actually there. Also, I couldn't find Fiona anywhere today, but Yoda is all over me and won't leave me alone. I think Julie must have dropped Fiona off at her parents' house or something and just forgot to tell me. I talked to my mom today, but again she was just annoying and asked a bunch of paranoid mom questions, are you working hard, do they feed you enough, when can I come and see you? Ick, my mom is almost 70 and her mom had, like, really bad schizophrenia so I'm sure she's starting to lose it. Moses and I need to keep a closer eye on her. May 27, 2016, I feel much better.

I had some good meetings with Carol, and we had a great meeting with Tony. They all seem a bit more worried than last time about Julie's night terrors and I'm beginning to not feel as crazy. Except, Julie nodded her head when I talked about it with Tony like she remembered it, WTF, I thought she didn't remember anything. She said I got up to go to the bathroom and that I probably was dreaming. Why was she nodding? Ick, at least Tony acknowledged it this time, and Carol told me that she thinks sleeping on the couch is a good idea for the next few nights. Thank you, finally they are listening. I'm going to call Moses tonight and ask him about going to see Mom,

maybe do a family welfare check. L.O.L. June 4th, 2016. My mom and brother came over last night to have dinner with Julie and me. They acted kind of, idk, rude towards Julie. It's like they only talked to me and completely ignored Julie the whole time. Once, in the middle of dinner, Julie looked at my mom and smiled the same fucking smile she gives me when she's up creeping around the house. I watched Julie do this and then looked at my mom.

mom, and my mom had the saddest look on her face like she had just come to terms with something she had denied for a long time. I don't know, my brother seemed to have a good time. He talked about all the dumb shit I used to do, when I got sober, and all that. We laughed and then, of course, my mom cried. Like usual. Still, Julie didn't even barely look up from her plate. Fiona laid underneath the table the whole time and just licked the floor, like, obsessively licked the floor. It was gross. It was fun to see them and connect with them again, I hadn't seen my brother for a while. When they left my brother asked me if they were feeding me enough. I laughed and said yes, but what the fuck did that mean? Who the fuck is, they? My mom has said that

a few times too, it's starting to weird me out. June 11, 2016, so, Julie hasn't had any episode since my family came over for dinner, coincidence. Probably. Honestly, she seems much more at peace with herself. It was like after they left, she felt better and hasn't been as stressed as she appeared to be before. Or maybe I'm just less stressed and so I don't notice it as much, our meeting with Tony was awesome and he said he was proud of me for having my family over and trying to return things to normal and that maybe Julie's family could come and visit us next. That will be a work in progress, as they are not the biggest fans of mine. I tried reaching out to them once and it did not go well. Carol was really happy that both my mom and

brother came at the same time. They have only done that one other time before since Julie and I bought our house, so maybe it brought peace to the house, whatever the hell that means. Honestly, this all feels like one huge, long acid trip with moments of tranquility randomly placed in the middle of it all. As long as it's quiet, I don't care what's happening. June 17, 2016, I woke up in the middle of the night last night, not to anything Julie was doing, she appeared to be sound asleep next to me, but to what Fiona was doing. Fiona was sprinting up and down the stairs, like, actually sprinting.

It sounded like she would sprint down the steps, stop before she hit the hardwood, turn on a dime, sprint directly back up again, hit the top floor, then turn around to go back down. I listened for several seconds and then slowly got out of bed so I wouldn't disturb Julie. But I found Fiona just sleeping in the hallway. I don't remember when I heard her stop running. It was like the second I crossed the threshold of the doorway, she hit the floor, laid down, and went to sleep. I know she was running though, I listened to her running. I watched her for a second, watched her breathe in and out, her chest moving slowly up and slowly down, like she hadn't been running at all. I bent down slowly to give her a kiss on her

head, just then, I felt the whole house shift, like something was about to happen. I turned around and Julie was standing there, like right behind me, right in front of my face with her eyes closed. She was slunked over a bit this time, like she was tired and could barely hold her upper body upright. Okay, just a sleepwalk, not a big deal. I reached out to grab her and her eyes shot open. F-U-C-K, that scared me. I instantly stopped moving and her eyes just stared into my soul. She asked me what I was doing.

I shook my head a second before I could respond, nothing. Go the F-U-C-K to sleep, she whispered intensely. I stared in disbelief. Julie doesn't swear very often, or like ever, and especially nodded. I just nodded. I was nervous to walk past her, she was still staring at me like I had broken a rule in her classroom. I looked down and Fiona was gone, like completely gone out of the room.

I hadn't seen her move, get up, or anything, but she definitely wasn't there anymore. Go to fucking sleep, Julie said, a little louder this time. I looked her in the eyes, and she was smiling now. I said okay and closed my eyes as I walked past her, faster than I intended to. I got into bed and just kept my eyes closed until I felt her get into bed. I didn't move for the rest of the night and I for sure didn't sleep. June 25th, 2016. I called Moses ASAP this morning and we talked for a little bit. I told him about everything, and I mean everything. He laughed and said that he heard I was having trouble sleeping.

W-T-F, this is not fucking funny, man. My wife is getting up and wandering the house in the middle of the night, screaming and swearing at me. Why is N-O-1 taking this seriously? He kept telling me it will get better with time and to listen to what my therapist said. Okay, cool, but how does that help my night stalker problem? God, maybe I should pick up smoking again. That always helped settle me down when I was using heavily.

At this point, I'm pretty sure I'm hallucinating half of this shit anyway so it couldn't hurt to start smoking again, right? That's rhetorical, don't answer. July 1st, 2016, our meeting with Tony was terrible. I talked the entire time and every time I made an open comment to get Julie involved, she just shook her head at me. Tony asked me how my mom was, WTF. Why does he want to know that? I thought he was a marriage counselor. I told him she was fine, still crazy, and still old.

He just laughed at me. I ordered a pizza for dinner tonight, but just, Julie only ate the salad that came with it. I told her she needed to eat more, and she just cocked her head and looked at me for a few seconds, then went back to eating her salad. I dropped it after that, no need to piss her off right before bed. July 7, 2016, Carol was very interested in what I have been eating lately. I don't know why, but I feel like my therapists have been acting super weird.

Like, why does Tony ask about my mom and why does Carol want to know? know about my eating habits. I feel like I take good care of myself. I don't smoke or drink, I eat regularly, and mostly healthy. So, Ick why everyone's all weird about it. Julie asked me how my meeting with Carol went today, that's the first time she's asked me about it. I think that's awesome, maybe she will do more than stare at the ground and smile when we talk now. July 15th, 2016, I think Julie needs help. Yoda has never woken me up before, but I was startled awake by him sprinting into the bedroom and jumping on my chest. I called him an asshole and threw him onto the floor.

He probably thinks he's hunting or some crap. Except for he did it again like. Two minutes later. I threw him onto the floor again, thinking I would lock him in his room if he did it again. Just as I was falling asleep, he did it a third time. But this time Julie got a hold of him before I did. She turned to face the wall behind our bed and slammed Yoda into it, like, really fucking hard. He made this guttural groaning noise like someone who had the air knocked out of them.

Julie smiled and just before she did it again, I grabbed onto her arm and stopped her. Her smile dropped off her face, she let him go, and just snuggled back up under the blest. blankets and went to sleep like everything was normal. Um, WTF just happened. I wanted to ask her, but I was scared to talk to her in the middle of the night anymore. I would ask her in the morning. For the next hour or so, I listened for Yoda to see if he was hurt. I listened for any sound of him breathing, meowing, climbing in the garbage, but I didn't hear anything except the calming sound of Fiona snores. July 16, 2016. I asked Julie, about Yoda this morning and if she remembers what she did to him. She responded in the weirdest

way, she just said, nothing happened, nothing happened. Like, one right after the other, as if I had asked her a second time. Obviously, I hadn't. I opened my mouth to ask where he was or if she had seen him this morning, but she just kept repeating, nothing happened, nothing happened, I said okay about ten times and apologized, watching her when I noticed her staring at the cabinets right above the knife block in the corner of the kitchen counter. She just said, thank you. That gave me goosebumps. I spent the rest of the day looking for Yoda but couldn't find him anywhere.

In fact, most of his cat toys and his litter box were gone too. God, I want to ask Julie so bad about what's been going on, but I am scared shitless to bring anything up to her. July 25, 2016. Today would have been my dad's birthday. My grandma used to always tell me, he was born at 143 p.m., not a minute earlier or a minute later. L.O.L., who cares? My mom said the same crap to me too, like it was something we should be keeping track of. Anyway, I wanted to go to my dad's grave to say happy birthday and I asked Julie if she wanted to go with. She turned to me and said, of course, without ever moving her head. When we got there, Julie had mentioned that it was a nice day and she'd like to park and maybe walk to his grave if that was okay, instead of driving right up to it.

I agreed. When we started walking to his grave, Julie fucking took off sprinting, running for the front gate of the cemetery, and screaming, help me, at the top of her lungs. I literally didn't move, I was frozen. It took me a few seconds to realize what was happening and I started slowly jogging after her. I didn't want it to look like I was chasing her, but I didn't want to do nothing, what the fuck is she doing? After about a minute, she came to an immediate stop. It was like she hit a wall, then she turned around and started walking towards me. I slowed to a walk, looking around to check if anyone may have seen us running.

And although some people were watching me, they didn't seem too overly concerned. concerned about Julie. When she got close enough to talk to me without shouting, she looked me dead in the eyes and said, it's 1.43 p.m. and kept walking right past me. We went home instead of visiting my dad. I didn't need to get arrested for chasing a girl around while she's screaming help in a cemetery on my dad's birthday. August 7, 2016, I need to get the hell out of this house. I have never been more scared for my life than I was last night. I was woken up by Julie standing over me, smiling and breathing intensely, like she couldn't catch her breath but was desperately trying.

I pushed myself away from her towards her side of the bed, then she tilted her head and showed her teeth at me. I mumbled her name and she laughed, she fucking laughed at me, like she thought I was fucking weak or something. Once I had moved to her side of the bed, I got up and stood facing Julie, only the bed separating us. She slowly walked around to her side of the bed, towards where I stood. Only then could I see she was holding a steak knife. When the hell had she gotten that? I started to cry, begging her, Julie, please don't, I'm so sorry for everything, please don't, she stopped and quietly

knelt to the floor, then called for Fiona. I begged her to tell me what she was doing, but she wouldn't answer or even look at me. Fiona came walking up to the bed and Julie, and Julie, Julie grabbed her by her ears. I told her to stop, to think about what she was doing, to please not hurt the dog. I was pleading for Fiona's life. Fiona wasn't making any noise. Julie looked up at me, lifted the knife up, then ran it effortlessly across Fiona's throat. Blood poured out, immediately covering Julie's shirt and the carpet.

I screamed at Julie, I don't remember what, but I pushed her out of the way and grabbed Fiona, listening helplessly as she choked on her own blood and saliva. I kissed her and held her as she slowly stopped moving, tears running down my cheeks. Her blood trickling over my arms, and as I felt the last few twitches of life shut her out of Fiona, I looked up at Julie. Her eyes were closed, but she stood still with the knife still in her hand. I gently set Fiona down and I took the knife out of Julie's hand, almost too easily. I began to wonder if I could have done this before she called Fiona over. I was crying, I yelled Julie's name and asked her what the fuck she was doing.

She opened her eyes and stared at me as I cried. She stared at me for several minutes and she didn't blink, not fucking once. Have you ever caught someone staring at you, someone you don't know, and that uneasy feeling crosses over you, you don't know when exactly, but at some point you come to the realization that you are supremely uncomfortable, that's what this felt like. It felt like I didn't know her anymore. She stared at me for minutes, not seconds or just one minute, but several minutes. She had just murdered our fucking dog, our cat was missing, and I was the only one left. And she stared at me like I was a fucking pawn, like I was some object to her. Then, without one goddamn word, she walked past me, and she walked past me,

and climbed into bed, covered in our dog's blood. I looked at the clock, it was 1.43 a.m. I will be moving downstairs for the night. August 8, 2016, I paced the kitchen all night, waiting to hear Julie get out of bed in the morning. But as morning turned into afternoon, I heard nothing. I slowly made my way upstairs to the bedroom, hoping everything was a dream or that Julie was remorseful for what she had done. I just wanted to see her. I just wanted to see her. see her cry. I peeked my head through the doorway, our room was still covered in blood and Fiona laid dead on the floor right in front of our bed. My eyes moved up the bed to find Julie sitting straight up, eyes open and focused on the wall in front of her. Her mouth moved

nonstop like she was talking to someone or reciting something, but no words were coming out. Her mouth was moving so fast I couldn't even attempt to lip read what she was saying. I told her I was going to call the police if she didn't talk to me. I had my cell phone in my hand, but she didn't even flinch. I repeated myself again louder this time and she turned to look at me, mouth still moving and eyes still wide open. Just staring directly at me. I started to cry, I begged her, please, Julie, talk to me. You murdered our dog last night and our cat is missing. What the fuck is happening, but she didn't stop moving her mouth. I took a step into the room, telling her I was going to call the police now.

Her mouth stopped moving the second I finished my sentence. I told her she needed help, that the police could help her. She started to move out of bed, but it was the weirdest thing, she kept her eyes on me the whole time. I know her neck and head couldn't bend that way. There's no way she could have gotten out of bed like that and kept her eyes on me the whole time. I shivered as I dialed 911 and then. I heard Fiona bark. This can't be happening. How is that possible? It was coming from downstairs, but I looked down and Fiona still lay dead,

right in front of me. Then I heard her bark again. Tears began forming as I looked up at Julie, and she was smiling. The 911 operator answered, and I explained that we needed help, my wife had murdered our dog. Slow down, the operator responded. I tried to clearly explain what was going on, but as I began to unfurl the night's events Julie started to remove her blood-soaked shirt, slowly and purposefully, while keeping her eyes glued to mine and smiling from ear to ear. She was naked now. I paused. Hello, the operator asked, snapping me back to attention, yeah, yes, I'm still here, I stuttered. Is your wife still? still in the house with you, where is she now? The operator asked firmly. Almost as if Julie heard

what the operator said, she took off out of the bedroom, down the stairs, and out the front door. She moved lightning fast. I'm not kidding you, from the moment she turned away for me to the moment I heard the front door close couldn't have been more than two seconds. It should have taken 15 seconds, or at the very least 10 if you didn't run into anything in the hallway. I told the operator what I just witnessed, and she asked for a description. My mind went blank. Um, light brown hair, maybe five feet five inches inches, inches, and N-A-K, naked, I stuttered and peered out the window, but saw no trace of Julie anywhere.

I'm sorry, sir, you said she's currently naked and just ran out of the house, the operator responded. Yes. I shouted, naked and covered in my dog's blood, to be continued.