The Dead Wife Return.!
The tracking app said my wife’s phone was parked in our driveway. That was impossible. Elena had been dead for six months. I stood in the darkness of our living room, staring at the little green dot blinking on my screen. It was 2:14 AM. The house was dead quiet, save for the rhythmic humming of the refrigerator. My heart hammered against my ribs. I moved to the window, parted the blinds, and peered out. The driveway was empty. Just pools of yellow moonlight on concrete. A glitch, I told myself, a cold sweat breaking out on my neck. It’s just a server error. Recycled data. Then, my phone buzzed. A text from Elena. Elena: It's cold out here. Let me in? My breath hitched. My thumb trembled as I stared at the screen. This was a sick joke. A cruel hack. I began typing a furious reply, but before I could hit send, another message popped up. Elena: I can see you through the blinds, Mark. You're wearing your grey sweater. I froze. My blood turned to ice. I was wearing my gr...