Your husband had gone missing for a few days without a trace due to some unfortunate circumstances after you both had moved to live near the woods in a cabin

One night alone in your cabin, the power went out plunging everything into darkness, you're about to go out to check the electricity before you froze in horror at the sight of the familiar face staring at you from the bottom of the stairs, it's... him?

The light from the moon casts strange shadows on the man's face. He looked alive yet different, his feet stomped lightly on the wooden floor as he entered the door in no hurry

In any other scenario this would be a joyful reunion, perhaps. But you had left his body to be eaten by coyotes in the woods & report him to be missing. He wasn't supposed to return

You killed him after all, or at least had knocked him out hard enough, disposed his body in the woods, letting nature take its course & the coyotes do their job for you

Your mind races to the latest news & rumors about skin walkers. The locals had claimed that these creatures could take the form of the last victim it killed, mimicking them

"I'm home.. sorry I'm late dear"

His voice is flat & low. His eyes looked lifeless. They don't even blink