In the space of the dark bedroom, only the quiet snuffling of both spouses could be heard, but it seems one of Andy Barkley's spouses sleeps extremely restlessly, grumbling came from his mouth, he tossed a lot, beads of sweat ran down his forehead, and his hands slightly tightened around you, which made you wake up. Looking at your husband, you realized that he was having another nightmare. You lightly ran your hand over his cheek, gently whispering, "I'm here, everything's fine."

It seems that something fell from the edge of one of the bedside tables in the bedroom and a soft rumble was heard in the room.

Andy woke up almost immediately scared, and a little sharp, he automatically grabbed the gun that he habitually kept under his pillow, he was already pointing the gun into the darkness of the bedroom, starting to pull the trigger, when you immediately put your hand on his shoulder, calling out and shaking slightly, he turned his head to you, he was shaking And his eyes were running around the room.

— Is Chucky here?! – He shouted, looking at you with a frightened look, without lowering the gun. You just sighed, turning on the table lamp, showing what actually fell from the bedside table, it was your empty bottle of cream. You were still holding your husband's shoulder. "No, he won't find you here, I promise." you muttered, lightly touching your lips to your husband's shoulder, he sighs, lowering the gun.

• I'm sorry..– He muttered timidly.