The Antiquarium of Sinister Happenings - Lot 049 : My Wife is Participating In A Viral Tik Tok Trend

Episode Date: July 6, 2024

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H equals T. Oh, hello there! Come on in, out of the heat, cool off. I trust you've been enjoying the summer. Can't tell you how much I enjoy our visits. I really can't. I mean this sincerely. I hope you've been taking care of yourself.

These items you've been acquiring carry with them a burden that is insurmountable to bear for most. You best be doing your due diligence with the necessary provisions, both spiritually and psychokinetically. Trust me, the last thing you need is for your realities to get crossed. Then you're in real trouble. Ain't even I can help you then. This very predicament occurred to the subjects of today's tale, including the previous owners, of this smartphone. Now, don't get too excited. It won't be good for much. No matter what you do, it just keeps repeating this same video over and over again. Like it's stuck on some sort of a loop,

the contents of which are so incredibly disturbing. I dare not look at it for another second. Log into this one called My Wife is participating in a viral TikTok trend. Before we begin, I want to point out some of the customers whose names have been etched in brass on this beautiful plaque I had made above the front desk. These are some of the members of the inner circle of the Antiquarium. We go by the Obsidian Covenant. Recent initiates include Alex Magacchus, Claudia Beatty, Desiree Ward, Geminiynynynyedel, Katie K. Insomnia Queen Zari. Judith Andronicus, Reney and the Gentleman.

We are ever appreciative of your devotion to The Order. Go to the Obsidian Covenant.com to receive the sacrament. Now, where were we? Oh yes. Welcome to the antiquarium of sinister happenings and odd goings on. My wife is participating in a viral ticketing it too. Oh, that is... Oh, that's so creepy. My wife, Anna, shouted.

I know, right? One of my coworkers sent it to me. Lori said, her attention stuck to the screen. They locked eyes, malicious smirks inching across their faces. Wanna try? Definitely. Lori replied as the sisters shifted their focus to me. I'm kind of scared to ask, but what are you trying exactly?

Whenever these two got together, they were capable of some real mischief, and oftentimes it came at my expense. You'll see. Anna said, handing me her phone. I furrowed my brows as I sunk into the couch. I hesitantly glanced down at the screen, unsure if this was part of the ruse. A TikTok video was probably.

playing on repeat. A woman was on screen, her long brown hair partially obscuring her features from view. A wide smile was plastered across her face. That alone was creepy. But the way she was standing, it was the video cut on several occasions, and each time it did, the woman was in a different spot in the house, hiding behind curtains, crouching under the table, standing. And, on the chairs. All the while, that same manic grin never left her lips. Not even once. The man filming was getting audibly more freaked out with every encounter.

I kept waiting for some sort of punchline. I thought that eventually the woman would break the facade and return to her normal self, but she never did. The video ended with a close-up of the woman's bulging eyes as she lunged at the camera, and a gutteral shriek from the man filming. Once it was over, I hurriedly swiped off the video and breathed a sigh of relief. Wow. Okay. I see what your guys?

It was only then that I noticed it. Anna and Lori were gone. They must have walked away at some point during the video. My heart drum like this trend. But I had a feeling I was about to witness at first hand. Anna! Lori, come on, you know I hate this kind of stuff. I shouted, tentatively entering the kitchen.

My eyes immediately fell to a pair of feet sticking out from behind the curtains. I pursed my lips, marching up to the window. The drapes aside to find Lori standing there, smiling up at me. Ooh, I'm shaking. So fucking scary. Come on, Lori. Let's, heck. Stop it. Okay, you got me. I admit, it wasn't as funny as I thought it would be. Yeah, believe me, I know. Let's go find your sister. nodded, following behind me.

Anna, I found Lori. Time to come out now. This is fucking stupid. Lori and I continued to scour my home, searching up and down for my wife. Once I reached the top step, I saw it. The door to our room was slightly ajar, leaving a thin, inviting sliver of darkness. I can't explain why, but something about it sent a shiver down my spine. It was as if Anna had wanted me to find her. The whole thing felt wrong, mustering all of my courage. Anna was standing in the middle of the room.

The only light illuminating her features was that seeping in from behind me. And the muffled rays trickling in through the curtains, drenched as a statue. Her jet black hair partially obscuring her eyes. Even through the shadows, I could see a nauseatingly wretchedly white. I'd smile stuck to her lips. My heart jackhammered against my chest,

and beads of sweat began to form atop my brow. For the first time in our 12 years of marriage, I was terrified of my wife. I flipped on the light switch, careful not to take my eyes off her. Okay, you win. Skiering the shit out of me. Please stop this now.

She completely ignored me. I only knew that she was still breathing, by the slight rise and fall of her chest. The silence was deafening. Any look, finding her yet? Lori asked, snatching me from my stupor as she reached the top step. Yeah, yeah, I did. Weekly pointing to Anna's motionless form.

Lori marched right up to her like it was nothing. Okay, Anna, fun's over. You're about to give your hubby a heart attack. My wife didn't respond. Lori tried waving her hand in front of Anna's face to no avail. She didn't do something. watches blank. All right, Anna.

You're starting to freak everyone out. Clasping her sister by the shoulders and lightly shaking her. Anna slowly turned toward Lori, and their eyes locked. Lori gulped before taking a step back. Blood pounded in my ears. There was nothing behind those hazel irises, recognize them anymore. Lori backed away, never breaking eye contact, until she was standing directly beside me.

Tim, let's go downstairs and break up. group. Okay? She murmured. The panic in her voice made my blood run cold. It felt as if we had to speak at a lower volume. Like talking above a whisper would cause Anna to break. We crept out of the room,

closing the door as we went. We'll be downstairs, Anna. It'll be nice of you to join us whenever you're ready to give up on this dumb trend. Anna didn't acknowledge her. Once we made it downstairs, I took a deep breath. Lori sat on the couch leaning forward and clutching her phone with a vice grip.

This was supposed to be some stupid gag. Anna's always taken these things a bit too seriously, but I've never seen anything like it. I don't know. I've never seen her like this before either. Wait, do you think we just might be overreacting? She's probably just fucking around. I mean, she's really just taking this a bit too far, right? Right. Even I didn't believe that.

But it was the only plausible explanation I could come up with. Yeah. That has to be it. surely she'll snap out of it at some point. Right? I mean, she has to. I wouldn't... The words caught in my throat.

I caught Anna peeking around the corner. Half of her face hidden from view. Her expression was the exact same as it had been. When we'd left her upstairs, Lori traced my gaze until she realized who I was looking at. She instinctively backed away Upon making eye contact with her sister I have no idea

We didn't even hear her walk down the fucking stairs The three of us sat there in silence The tension was so thick That even a knife wouldn't cut through it Could feel myself beginning to shake Tim, I really hate to do this to you But I can't take this anymore It's too much

I'm going home Call me if there is anything I can do and please try to get Anna some help if you can. She uttered, grabbing her purse. I could feel the color drained from my face. Lori, please don't leave me alone with her. I did. Believe me, I do.

But it's getting late, and my kids have school tomorrow. I shouldn't have even stayed this long. I nodded. My bottom lip beginning to quiver. All I could muster was a week. Okay. Lori beeline for the door, straight past her immobile sister. Anna didn't even twitch.

Instead, she opted to remain watching me the entire... Once the door slammed shut, the pit in my stomach grew... It seems as though our friend Tim might be losing a follower or two. Pardon the interruption, but I just got several notifications from a consigner that I must address. Make yourself at home. and I'll be right back. The message. Hi, um, I've been calling a couple of times.

I understand your policy and I get it and I really love your establishment, but since I've purchased these glasses, I just, not only can I not get them off, but things feel and then see. I figure out a way where we can work something out, right? they're sinking into my skin and I don't know what to do. You can make an exception, right? Thank you for your patience. Now let's get right back into it and see if we can't boost Tim's engagement.

Shall we? I think he might just be about to go viral. Once the door slammed shut, the pit in my stomach grew even deeper. I was at a loss for words. My wife and I stood there in a sickening, staring match. Neither of us blinking. Smile on her face never wavered. In fact, once that door shut, I could have sworn that I saw it stretch.

I don't know if it was the stress or the fear or Lori's sudden betrayal, but something in me. Snapticulous. Anna was obviously still running with that stupid TikTok challenge, and I was feeding into it, hook, line, and sinker. I started to get angry. Fuck, Anna. Okay, listen, stand there for as long as you want. I don't fucking care. When you're ready to talk about this like adults,

I'm going to be over here finishing up some work on my laptop, okay? Do what you're going to do. She didn't respond. My wife just kept staring at me with that same Cheshire grin plastered to her lips. Fine by me? I was done buying into whatever she was playing at. I sank down into my armchair and picked up my laptop. Careful to keep Anna in my peripheral vision.

Something deep down told me that I needed to keep her in my line of sight, trying to distract myself from Anna's strange behavior by doing some research for an article I was writing. I just couldn't seem to get it together. It's almost impossible to focus on a task when you can feel someone looking at you. 30 minutes later, and I hadn't digested a single word of anything I'd read. I was preparing to try to communicate with my stockstill wife again when I heard it. Something near the doorway skittered across the floor. I slowly glanced up to where Anna had been standing for nearly an hour.

Strain my ears listening for anything that might clue me in as to where she went. The only sounds that I heard were my own labored breathing and the rapid pounding of my heart. My fingers quivered. I didn't know if I had the strength to do it. But I had to know. With trembling hands, I closed the lid on my laptop just enough to see over it. I nearly screamed as it clattered to the floor. I scrambled out of my seat and backed up until I was pressed against the wall.

Anna was on all force. Frozen mid-stride. She smiled up at me. Again, staying still as a statue after I noticed her. Something instantly caught my attention. Her eyes. I'd never seen anything like them before. Hungry.

I failed to calm myself down as I slunk around. around the perimeter of the living room, careful not to break eye contact. Once I reached the stairs, I bolted up, I'm taking three at a time, until I reached the top landing. I burst into our room, slammed the door shut, and made sure that it was locked. I was safe. This is insane. Padding my pockets to try and find my phone. A sickening realization crashed over me like a tidal wave. Coffee table when I was working on my laptop.

Motherfucker. We didn't have a landline either. I was trapped. I began to hyperventilate and pace around the room. What was they supposed to do? My car keys were in the bowl downstairs, so even if I was able to climb out the window, I'd have to go back inside to get them.

Running to a neighbor's house was out of the question. He lived on a secluded road, and we didn't even know the nearest people to us. In the end, I concluded that I had no other option but to try to sleep it off and hope that my wife was back to normal in the morning. I slipped into a t-shirt and gym shorts before lying in my bed.

I knew that I probably wasn't going to get a wink of sleep, but I had to give it a shot. It was the only thing I could do. I turned the lamp off. Room was bathed in darkness, aside from the faint yellow glow trickling in from underneath the door. Right before I closed my eyes, I noticed something that ensured I was wide awake. I could barely make out someone's feet blocking the light. I shuddered. Had she been standing there?

I didn't want to know the answer. I suddenly heard the doorknob begin to jiggle. My heart raced like a piston and I could feel all the blood rushed from my face. I kept the spare key stashed on top of the doorframe for emergencies. This was it. I was cornered. The door slowly creaked. The glimmer of Anna's stark white teeth through the opening.

Eyes were bloodshot. And rightfully so, I hadn't seen her blink once. I couldn't move a muscle. I was paralyzed with fear, waiting for my wife to scamper across the floor and do God knows what to me. But she never did. I don't know how long we spent staring at each other. It must have been ours.

In that entire time, her mouth didn't so much as twitch. That twisted smile remained stuck to her lips like she was a figure in a painting. I don't know how, but eventually. I must have knotted off. Because when I opened my eyes again, Anna was gone. The house was pitch-plack, saved for the moonlight shining through the downstairs windows. I could feel her like a presence looming over me.

Every synapse in my brain screamed at me to stay where I was, to wait it out, and pray that nothing would happen. But I couldn't. I steeled my resolve, ready to fight if need, be. I flipped onto my back, fully expecting to find my wife hovering over me with some sort of weapon in hand. My eyes grew wide. I hurriedly scanned the room. This was my chance. I crept to the door, stifling my breathing as much as possible. The house was eerily silent. Once I made it to the stairs, I peered down them, squinting to see in the dark. I tiptoed down each step.

I felt nauseous. I could feel eyes on the back of my neck wherever I went, like I was a lamb being led to the slaughter and the supposed safety of my own home. Once I reached the bottom, I peeked around the corner to the living room. He noticed something was hanging wide open, and the porch light was on. I drifted over to it like a moth to a flame, picking up the phone along the way. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw. When I looked outside, Anna was sitting on her haunches,

crouched over something in the yard. Her long hair prevented me from seeing what she was doing. All of a sudden, as if on instinct, she snapped her head toward me with sickening speed. When our eyes locked, I felt like I was going to pass out. My wife was holding the carcass of a dead rat. She had devoured a large chunk of it Entrails, bones, and blood oozing from the rear end

But that wasn't the worst part. Somehow, even more ravaging dead animal. Anna was still smiling. My fight or flight response kicked itself into overdrive. I slammed the back door shut and raced to the kitchen as fast as my legs would carry me. Snatching my keys on the way. I shot out the door at lightning speed, not bothering to close it behind me. I left into the driver's seat of my Chevy, and I stepped on the gas. Dust, I released a horrified shriek at what I saw, was standing under the garage light.

She watched me leave. That wide, bloody smile still plastered across her face. Cops will be of any help. Truck stop for now until I can get my thoughts together. Even though I've made my escape, I'm still downright horrified. But for the reasons you might think, ever since I left. I haven't been able to stop smiling. Thank you for your patronage.

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