Chapter 10 Kevin's POV

My name's Kelvin and I'm 49 years old. I've been married to Melissa age 42 for six years. Our story began in 2014 at mexico city international airport where a late night layover brought us together.

We were both waiting for a long haul flight to London and i spotted her across the restaurant looking troubled. Her eyes glistening with remnants of tears. I couldn't help but notice her beautiful smile, though it seemed strained.

She quickly clocked my black epilates adorned with four yellow stripes and her curiosity sparked a brief connection between us. "Are you flying somewhere far far away?". She asked,her voice laced with a hint of desperation.

I replied joking about how she would be safe with me as her flight attendant. Her polite laughter barely masked the pain behind her eyes. She confineded in me that she was escaping a disastrous marriage to a man named Davison, someone who had revealed his true abusive nature during their honeymoon. "And he's making me tell lies too", she said,her voice trembling.." He emptied me".

Even now, that unsettling phrase echoes in my mind. At the time,i didn't understand it's weight,nor did i grasp the reality of her situation. Instead,i was captivated.

I still remember her words vividly,but my own responses feel like fleeting shadows in my own memory. My mother often joked that Melissa had cast a spell on me,and perhaps she was right.

We exchanged numbers and despite the turmoil of her life,i found myself drawn to her. She was too scared to return home, believing Davison would be waiting for her.

I urged her to go to the police but she wouldn't her of it. It felt strange at the time but i was so enamored that i dismissed the oddities.As our bond deepened,i made a life altering decision to move to England. I got a job at Heathrow,and we bought a house together in 2017. Eventually getting married in 2018.

It was a whirlwind romance that in retrospect felt like a dream. Until yesterday. While cleaning out a storage cupboard,i stumbled upon a camcorder buried beneath a mountain of clutter.

It had the look of an old relic and i couldn't resist plugging it in,to see what secrets it held. After a few attempts,i managed to get it working and the screen flickered to life.

The date displayed October 9,2014. Just few days before we met. Everything slotted together when Melissa stepped out of a hotel bathroom in wedding lingerie,i realized what kind if tape I'd found. Don't think less of me for watching. It wasn't like that. Even degenerates i assume, don't want to watch the person they love share such intimacy with someone else,let alone an abusive ex-husband.

And Davison was abusive. Melissa wasn't lying about that,but she'd only ever told me fragments of the story. So, even though i expected a raunchy sex tape,i wasn't watching for that reason. My eyeballs weren't springing out of their cartoon sockets. Well...okay,i was watching the video keenly,but fear rendered me wide eyed,not lust.

I just knew that something was wrong with the hotel room. The only natural thing in the footage was Melissa and as i watched my wife spraw across the bedsheet, waiting for her filming ex-husband to join her. I eyed the room's creamed colored walls. I didn't give a rats rear about the interior design,but something hidden in the paint made me sick. You wouldn't understand or else you'd seen the video for yourself.

She was staring unblinkingly at her ex-husbands eyes. "What's wrong with your face Davison?" She cried. What terrified me was that even when the camera caught his face,i didn't see anything supernatural change in Melissa's former husband. I didn't see anything other that a very human man. One with a unkind smile and dead eyes perhaps but still a man.

However, Melissa saw something, something i didn't see,all of that pales in comparison to what happened next.

Davison thrust his hand into Melissa's open mouth, prompting her eyes to open just as widely. Her ex-husband's whole forearm plunged into her jaws, muffling her series of screams. Then my wife wriggled and squirmed as Davison propelled his upper arm down her throat,pushed deeper and deeper until his shoulder met her lips.

Another impossibility followed,one that i still don't know how to put into words. Davison pulled his arm out of Melissa's mouth and when his fingers resurfaced,they were holding something. Not my wife's innards, not the innards i was expecting. At least there wasn't a speck of blood on the mans hand, but a wet translucent film.

It looked like either saliva or lubricant,but again that wasn't what horrified me. Davison's fingers were clutching the hair of a human head. A head sitting at the top of Melissa's throat like some wretched birthing canal.

I uttered an entirely silent scream, believing that if i were to produce even the tiniest sound, something from within that footage would hear me in the future. But a slight whimper escaped once I'd identified the head.

It was Melissa. A cloned version of Melissa was climbing out of her lips. Some fleshy Russian doll,a younger version of my wife. She was birthing an exact replica of herself.

The original version of Melissa began to wither away,her essence consumed by the abominable act.As the new Melissa fell into Davisons arms,i realized with horror that this was not just betrayal. It was a dark ritual, something unnatural.

In a panic,i threw the camcorder back into the cupboard, desperate to erase the memory of the horror i had just witnessed. But, the real nightmare began when i turned to find Melissa standing behind me. Her expression eerily blank. "How did you come indoors so quietly?!" I gasped bewildered.

Without a word, she lifted the camera bag i had carelessly discarded. "we were meant to be decluttering darling,why would you want to hold onto this?"

As i tried to form a response,i saw her eyes drift to an empty corner of the room,her expression shifting as she whispered.."If i must". A chill crept down my spine.

I fled from the house,my heart pounding and i jumped into my car,but i couldn't escape. The statics that filled my ears were relentless.

I glanced out the drivers window and saw a large truck parked nearby. The side of the truck rippled open as if something was trying to break free from within,and i screamed, fearing that whatever was haunting my wife had come for me too.

The shadow of a man emerged, distorted and shapeless. I didn't want to see what it was. I sped away,my heart racing as i left everything behind.

For days I've been driving, terrified and alone, haunted by what i saw on that tape.