I Never Knew My Wife Had a Snake as a Pet 😲😲😲

It had been five years since that night.

Five years since I set the police station on fire.

Five years since I watched Angela and Daisy burn.

Five years since I thought I was finally free.

But some things never stay buried.

I had rebuilt my life in another city—far from my past. New job, new home, new name.

No one knew about Angela. No one knew about Daisy.

For the first time, I felt… safe.

Until one evening.

I was coming home late from work. The elevator to my apartment flickered as I stepped in. The doors closed.

And then—the lights went out.

I held my breath.

Then, a familiar voice whispered in the darkness:

"Did you miss me?"

I froze. My heart stopped.

It was Angela.

The elevator lights flickered back on. For a split second, I saw her reflection in the metal walls.

Her glowing yellow eyes. Her twisted smile.

And behind her…

A massive, coiling shadow.

I stumbled backward. The elevator doors opened.

I ran.

But I knew.

Angela was never gone.

She was always waiting.

And now—she was back.

THE END… 

Should I continue the story? Maybe a sequel where Angela’s curse follows him no matter where he goes? Let me know!