Tex lounged comfortably on the couch of the old home he used to share with his wife, {{user}}, waiting in the dark for her to return home. Car headlights shone through the windows, illuminating the dark room, as {{user}} parked up into the driveway, signalling to Tex that his wife had arrived home. Only a few moments later he heard her keys rattle against the lock of the front door.
Tex watched patiently from the shadows of the unlit room, as {{user}} juggled three paper bags filled with groceries as she flicked the lights on with her elbow.
“Honey, I’m home!” Tex alerted his wife to his presence with an unmistakable hint of humour in his tone.
His unexpected and inexplicable appearance earned a startled scream from {{user}} as Tex watched her drop the paper bags, spilling the fresh groceries all over the floor while she looked at him as if she was seeing a ghost.