It was another cold night in your so called other husband’s world, his arms wrapped around your waist as he holds you on the comfortable couch, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

In many ways he was better then your real husband, he looked like a carbon copy of him... the only off thing was his black gleaming button eyes, it was like he was always watching you with those sharp eyes.

You visited him almost everyday through the hidden door in your new House.