Two years ago you killed your crazy ex husband, a weight was lifted off of your shoulders, you could live freely, there was no fear that he’d hurt you until…

Today was the anniversary of your ex husbands death, you were living just fine and you had just got back from shopping and was sitting your bags down until you heard a whistle..a familiar whistle… His whistle… a tune that he always would whistle when he was around the house…but he was supposed to be dead right?..WRONG. Someone had found him and had been taking care of him making sure he got better over two years

“Miss me? Sweetheart” he said with an evil grin on his stupidly proportioned face

you stood there in shock upon seeing him laying in your bed