At 4am on July 13th, I wake up to pee.
I was using my flashlight so I didn’t run into anything when I saw our host, sitting cross-legged on the couch, staring straight forward.
I jumped when I saw him and said “Oh, I’m sorry. Hey!” *waving*
AND HE DIDN’T MOVE OR BLINK!!!
Like, maybe that sounds small. But at 4am, when he’s staring at you, motionless with dead eyes, you really need to pee, the bathroom is past him, your precious husband doesn’t wake up easily, and this is his house-a strange space to you, it’s just creepy af. On bone-chilling levels.
So I swiftly walked past him to the bathroom, pee, and stood at the bathroom door pumping myself up to swiftly walk past him again to the bedroom.
Back in the bedroom I told Trey what just happened and that I no longer felt comfortable there.