annie marie  short story

I couldn’t for the soul of me remember why I left my wife that night, nor could I tell you why Annie Marie interfered in my life, she knew no man on this earth could resist her. But still she fled to my home and woke me from my dreams. My wife had no knowledge of these reoccurring events, nor did I have the courage to confess to my actions. I had often wanted to ask Annie why me? But those words were never spoken. My heart often became sick after I had returned home. But I couldn’t tell Annie no, she had stolen my soul and wouldn’t let go. Ah it had been months of late night affairs, before my wife had became aware of my absent and began to wonder what she had done wrong, she yelled and screamed at me as if she already knew about the affairs, but I became silent towards her and bared no smile, nor laughter for I had taken away her joy, I told Annie one night that I had enough and told her to leave my life for I have a wife who is worried sick over my absentence, but she took no kindness towards my soul, as she cursed my name in vain as it was her name that maddened my brain. After a few non affair weeks I had became insane and nothing that my wife said nor did could reawaken my spirit, for it had spread its’ wings and flew me away from heaven and close to hell, for I had sinned the worst kind of sin known to man. Annie had begun to stalk me in the bushes behind my house, she followed me down every road I drove and was in every mirror I looked in, she had token over my life and nobody not even my wife could clean the blood I had stained on my hands, nor could anyone save me from hell. My wife asked me if there was anything I wanted to confess and it was my heart that said yes, but my brain said no, but I could see in her eyes that she already knew of my sick twisted deeds, and like most men I had a big ego, so I couldn’t bare to tell my wife the truth. It was about a month later and Annie was again at my window or at least she was when I first looked, but as I look around the room I didn’t see anything then suddenly I saw the shadow casted by her face as she entered my room, she had a huge cutting knife, “do you love me?” she whispered in my ears, suddenly a huge scream of bloody mary came from my wife as she woke from a nightmare. I looked at my wife and kissed her, “this is Annie the woman I have been having affairs with and now she won’t leave” my wife had became despaired and couldn’t utter a sound, tears filled her eyes and I saw the look upon her face, as my wife turned towards me that’s when the image of Annie disappeared and I knew my guilty conscience had came out. The next morning I woke up with my wife gone and a suicide letter to prove of the evil deeds I had done.