Source: Creepypasta
You Are Mine

You Are Mine

Lately my relationship with my boyfriend has begun to deteriorate. I'm afraid the relationship we've been in for five years is over. It all started at a school reunion. At that time, he invited me to a reunion with his High School friends. He introduced himself to all his friends. Nothing happens at first, but when she meets her ex-boyfriend when High School used to be, she starts to change. At the reunion event, the one he was invited to dance with was his ex-girlfriend, not me. I'm very upset about that. We had a big fight when the show was over and we started to communicate less. We met once, but the meeting was a bit awkward due to the quarrel.

“Hai, long time no see,” said, “how are you?”

“I'm good, how about you?” my spoken.

“I'm also good,” said, “oh yes, sorry about that time.”

“Me too, I shouldn't be fussing over the trivial,” I said.

We didn't talk much like the previous meeting. However, I've been happy. Not long after, he went to the touret for a while. He said his mother had just sent him a message and he was going to try to call his mother.. About five minutes he was in the toilet. After that, he asked for permission to go home.

“Sorry, my mother told me to go home now,”.

“But we just met,” I said.

“Yes, but my mom says it's important. Tomorrow we meet again yes,” he said.

I feel awkward about this, he must be hiding something and his movements look suspicious. Therefore, I followed him secretly. He drove his bike fast enough that I almost lost him a few times. Sure enough, I guess, he stopped at a funeral and the grave of his former lover was definitely visited. I killed her ex-boyfriend, but she still can't forget him. What distinguishes me from him? It hurts so much I think, just follow your girlfriend.

Three years have passed since that day, and now my beloved girlfriend and I have been living a domestic life. My heartache over that day is slowly disappearing. Since we were married, she should have forgotten her ex.

"Akh ... Everything is ready. Just waiting for my husband to come home, then we'll have dinner together. Oh yeah, because there's still time before she gets home, I better get dressed first," I thought.

I walked into my room and started dressing up. Actually, it's past the hour she used to come home, but I keep trying to think positively. While putting make-up on my face, I also figured out what would happen to make my husband come home late. Half an hour later I was getting ready in my room, and the bell rang.

I faintly heard my husband's scream, "ma ... Mama ... Pap's gone home."

"Yes, Pa, Mama's coming soon" I shouted from inside the room.

I got out of my seat, and immediately ran to open the door for my husband.

"Yes, that's okay" he said, hugging me, then kissing me. "Sorry, yes, Papa's late."

"Yes, I know you're busy. Besides, you work for me, too" I said, "come on, change your clothes, then we'll have dinner."

My husband then headed to our room, then changed his clothes. I immediately went to the kitchen to prepare our dinner. After that, I went back to my room to call my husband. I was very surprised to find out my husband was not in the room, then I checked into the bathroom and my husband was not there either. It's so weird, where did he go?

After that, I got out of the bathroom and tried to check out the other room. Suddenly, my husband stood in front of the closet and changed his clothes. I was really surprised by this, I immediately approached my husband.

"Loh! Pa, where are you from?" my many.

"Eh ... I-I'm, da-from," he slightly turned his gaze away, "what are you here again?"

"I'm looking for you, you know, from before" I said.

"Already, already. Yuk! We'll have dinner," he asked.

Then we headed to the kitchen for dinner. That incident still stuck in my mind. Moreover, my husband also switched the conversation earlier. I became quite marketing, but I didn't know what to do. The next day, while I was sweeping in our room, I found the floor below like there was nothing. When I tapped on it, the floor made a sound like there was space underneath. I tried to take off that floor. That part of the floor turned out to be very easy to take off. I saw a ladder coming down. Is this a basement? If so, why was I never told? I went down there and to my surprise, this room was full of pictures of my ex-husband and love poems for him. Angry and sad mixed I feel right now. Suddenly, the bell rang. I immediately closed the floor again, then rushed to open the door.

"Mom, Papa's coming home" my husband said.

"Eh, Papa, the tumben came home so soon," I said in surprise, "there's a change of clothes, I'll prepare the food first."

My husband went straight to the room to change his clothes. Slowly, I followed my husband and I saw him quietly entering the basement I saw earlier. Apparently, my husband's dead love was his ex. I am just a relief from him. I went to the kitchen to prepare food. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I prepared food for my husband.

Suddenly, a voice came up from behind me, "hey! sorry, yeah, if it's long,"

That's my husband. My chest feels so tight. My husband walked over to me. I picked up the knife near me. After my husband got so close to you, I gutted his stomach. My husband sat down from the stab, trying to cover the wound on his stomach with his hand.

"What are you doing?" said husband.

"You love your ex so much, don't you? You also made a special room under our room, a place for your memories with him. Then follow him, "I said.