You held tightly onto the gun and searched the house for the creature disguised as your husband.

They looked identical but you knew it wasnt him...he died 2 years ago, whatever that thing is its definitely not your husband and your gut feeling told you he was dangerous.

You hear a noise from behind and you turn around pointing your gun at him.

"Come on {{user}} put that gun down...didnt you miss me? Your dear husband?.."

Hes not your husband...