My Dead Husband Screams at 3 A.M. Every Night

Mr. Wesley’s teasing words echoed in my mind, but I could not focus on anything he said as I turned back into my apartment. Who screamed like that last night? Where was that electric drill noise coming from?Could that blind woman really have been moaning in her apartment alone in the middle of the night? Impossible! There had to be a man!I had not been sitting long when someone knocked on my door again.This time, it was Officer Zane. Lately, he had been stopping by almost daily, claiming routine follow-ups on Zach’s disappearance. However, he was trying to pry information out of me.“Lindy, how’s your leg?”The moment he stepped inside, his eyes darted around the room, sharp as a hawk’s. It was as though he wanted to lift every tile on the floor to see what was hidden beneath.I pointed to my plastered leg and forced out a few tears. “No one’s taking care of me. I can’t recover any quicker on my own. Officer Zane, when are you going to find Zach? Day after day, there’s no sign

I barreled into the bathroom like a madwoman. Of course, it was that wall. The sound of the drill pounded in my skull, making my teeth rattle.That wall was shared with the apartment next door. The two units were separated only by hollow bricks. If I did not stop Maya, that drill would go straight through the thin facade, and Zach’s rotting face would be exposed.I could not be bothered about anything else. I grabbed my crutch and pounded on her door.“Open up! Open the door! What the hell are you doing?!”Maya opened the door while holding the drill, looking innocent.“Sorry, miss. The wall’s leaking and moldy. I want to strip it and redo the waterproofing.”Leaking? Sure, it had to be because Zach’s corpse was starting to rot and seep.My throat went dry. I lowered my voice, trying to sound reasonable. “Well… it’s really late. Doing renovation work at this time of night will disturb the neighbors, and I have heart problems. Can you please stop drilling?”Maya shook her head

At noon the next day, there was suddenly a loud crash from next door. It was the sound of something heavy hitting the floor, like a table had been knocked over.Not long after, an ambulance siren wailed downstairs.I pressed my eye to the peephole and watched as several people in white coats rushed into the neighboring unit and carried Maya out on a stretcher. She lay completely motionless. Her face was bluish, with white foam clinging to the corners of her mouth. She looked like she was dying.A surge of wild joy flooded my chest. The suffocating pressure I had been under for days finally lifted.She wanted to mess with me. She wanted to play her little games. Well, now, she was going to hell! Still, this was not over yet.Once the ambulance left, the police would definitely come to investigate. If they determined it was poisoning, they would trace the water source. If they followed the line back to the tampered pipe, I would be finished.However, that did not matter now. Th

My laughter had not died down even when the sound of sirens came from downstairs. This time, it was real. It was not some sound effect, and it was not a trick of my mind.Officer Zane burst in with a squad, parting the crowd. His face went pale at the scene inside.“Lindy, you’re under arrest.”The cold handcuffs snapped around my wrists. I did not struggle.The coroner began examining the body I had dug out of the wall.I collapsed to the floor, putting on a pitiful act. “Officer, I didn’t kill him! He fell and hit his head. He died by accident! I just… I just hid him because I didn’t know how to explain… I’m only a woman. How could I dare kill anyone?”The body had no visible wounds. I was betting that they would not be able to determine the real cause of death, and maybe, just maybe, I would have a chance.The forensic pathologist, with his gloves on, probed the corpse's throat for a moment, then picked out something shiny with tweezers. It was a gold ring.It was the one I