Alle Kapitel von The Impostor Wearing My Husband's Body: Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 7

I opened my eyes, my heart pounding violently. My back was completely soaked with sweat.Even though it was just a dream, it still left me feeling deeply uneasy.What terrified me even more was that the spot beside me was empty. My husband, Ted Towery, wasn't there.From the kitchen came the sharp, rhythmic thuds of a knife against a cutting board.I didn't dare turn on the lights. I fumbled around in the dark for the baseball bat for courage. Ted often beat me with it, and it really hurt. If he really had turned into something strange, then this would make a decent self-defense weapon.Gripping the bat tightly, I tiptoed toward the kitchen.It was pitch-black inside. All I could make out was a shadowy figure standing in front of the counter. The frantic chopping of the knife against the cutting board seemed to strike directly at my heart with every blow.The dream from earlier played like a loop in my mind. My body felt nailed in place, and my mind went blank except for a frant

Now that I knew he was possessed by a ghost, things were easier to handle.My aunt was a famous shaman, and her daughter—my cousin Roxie Dunill—had inherited her skills and was now quite well-known in her own right.I gave Roxie a call and asked her to bring her tools to my house to catch the ghost.When she heard what I had to say, she sounded genuinely alarmed. She lived nearby, so in just a little over 20 minutes, she was already standing at my door.I poured her a glass of water and invited her to take a seat on the couch. But she refused. Instead, she grabbed my hand tightly."Piper, I need to tell you something, but you need to prepare yourself."Her hands were trembling, and her face was frighteningly pale."Ted Towery has been dead for over a month. He fell off a cliff. When they found him, his organs had been shredded by branches! You've been bewitched by a ghost, and that's why you forgot about it!"He came back to take you with him! While he's not back yet, we need t

I managed to force the entire bowl of tortellini down. But the moment Ted went to wash the dishes, I took the chance to run to the bathroom, hug the toilet, and throw everything up.Even after emptying everything in my stomach, that feeling of something stuck in my throat still wouldn't go away.I turned on the faucet and kept rinsing my mouth while staring at the mirror. The woman looking back was deathly pale—bloodless almost—with sallow skin and straw-like hair matted together.Compared to Ted, I looked more like the ghost.After washing my face, I came out of the bathroom. The clinking of bowls and forks still echoed from the kitchen.I stood in the doorway, staring at his back, unable to fathom what Ted was trying to achieve by doing all this.Previously, he'd never done housework before. Every day after waking up, I'd put on the kettle, make breakfast, pack lunch, go to work, make dinner, do the chores, and wash the dishes. I'd be busy until 9:00 or 10:00 pm. And if he wasn

And just like that, it all came flooding back.November 22 was my birthday. I had walked past a deli and really craved some tortellini. After hesitating for a long time, I spent five dollars on a small scrap of pork and a sprig of basil.I wanted to make myself a bowl of tortellini.That day, Ted had been chewed out by his boss. On top of that, a colleague of his was talking about taking his whole family to Liaston for a vacation. The constant praise from the others made him even angrier.My tiny bit of pork became the outlet for his rage.He grabbed the baseball bat, beating me with it while screaming at me. I couldn't take it anymore and wanted to run away. But I was already so badly beaten that I could barely even get up.When Ted got tired and stopped for a while, I instinctively dialed Roxie's number.I had moved away from my hometown after I got married, so Roxie was the only family I had nearby. The moment she received my call, she rushed over right away.When she arrive