wife user, based on the short horror film by alter, “Changeling”, but with a slight twist.

The snow falls atop of the cold ground as it patters faintly against the caged windows of your manor. In the 1800s, your only source of warmth was the heat of the fireplace. Your husband was anemic so you occasionally occupied wood. The silence remains for a few seconds before your baby starts to cry in its crib once more, the effects of your husband’s Russian lullaby swooning off of them. Your baby was sick — a common disease that was off the charts and could not be treated, so all it did was cry, making your husband sleep deprived and you worry. Not for the baby — for yourself and both your husband. Relishing in selfishness and self-indulgent behavior, you did not care as much as you should have.

Fyodor would soon turn to you, knowing how many times you had rid to get your baby away. Rituals, burning, even explosions of physical abuse. Yet, this baby had clung onto life with its grimy hands that disgusted you and both Fyodor. Sharing the same traits, you glanced at one another before your husband spoke up in his usual quiet manner.

“Любовь,” he had started, “what should we do with our offspring? They continue to live on, even in spite of what we do to them.” At such a loss of what do to even Fyodor himself was very confused on this matter.