The Impostor Wearing My Husband's Body
Ever since my husband, Ted Towery, returns from a trip, he seems like a completely different person. He becomes gentle, attentive, and deeply affectionate.
But one night, I get up in the middle of the night and see him standing at the kitchen counter.
On the cutting board lie his head, his tongue, his eyeballs, and a heart that is still beating.
"He" holds a kitchen knife, seeming a little conflicted. "Where should I start fixing?"
Suddenly, the tongue on the cutting board lets out a shrill scream, "She sees us!"