Wife Wakes up from Crying Sounds, Finds Frightened Woman under Her Bed – Story of the Day

In the dead of night, Pamela's peaceful slumber is shattered by muffled sobs. With no children and only her husband Jared beside her, she's baffled by the source. As she investigates, she discovers a terrified stranger hiding under her bed. Who is this mysterious intruder, and what dark secret has invaded their home?

Pamela stretched out on the new king-size bed, tracing her fingers on the soft cotton sheets.

"I can't believe how quiet it is here," she said, turning to her husband Jared.

He nodded. "It's a nice change from our old place. No more sirens or loud neighbors."

"Speaking of neighbors," Pamela mused, propping herself up on one elbow, "have you noticed the house two doors down? The lights are always on, but I've never seen anyone come or go."

"Yeah, it's weird. The Johnsons next door mentioned that a couple lives there, but I haven't seen them either."

"We should introduce ourselves to more people in the neighborhood," Pamela suggested. "We've been here a month already."

Jared shrugged. "Maybe. I'm just happy being here with you."

Pamela smiled, understanding her husband's introverted nature. They'd been married for two years, and this house was their first major purchase together. Both worked long hours; Pamela as an HR manager and Jared as a tech consultant.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Pamela said suddenly. "I have that big presentation tomorrow. I should get some sleep."

She reached over and turned off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness.

As she settled back into bed, Jared's arm wrapped around her waist.

"You'll do great," he murmured. "You always do."

Pamela smiled in the darkness, feeling grateful for their life together. The peaceful neighborhood, their cozy new home, and having him by her side. It all felt perfect. As she drifted off to sleep, her last thought was how lucky they were to have found this place.

Little did she know, their peaceful life was about to be dramatically interrupted.

***

Pamela's eyes snapped open, her heart racing. The room was pitch black, and for a moment, she couldn't remember where she was. Then it came back to her. She was in their new house.

She fumbled for her phone on the nightstand, the bright screen making her squint: 2:35 a.m. Pamela groaned internally, thinking about her presentation later that day. She was about to roll over and try to fall back asleep when she heard a strange noise that made her freeze.

At first, she thought she might be imagining things. But as she held her breath and listened, she heard it again. It sounded like... crying. But that was impossible. It was just her and Jared in the house, and they didn't have any pets.

Pamela wasn't one to believe in ghosts or supernatural occurrences, but the sound sent a shiver down her spine. She debated waking Jared but hesitated, knowing he had an early meeting.

The crying grew louder, and suddenly, Pamela realized it was coming from under the bed. Her blood ran cold.

Should I look? she thought, her heart pounding so hard she was sure it would wake Jared. Gathering her courage, she slowly leaned over the edge of the bed.

At first, she couldn't see anything in the darkness. But as her eyes adjusted, she saw a shadow shifting beneath the bed frame. She couldn't hold back her scream.

"AAHH!" she yelled, scrambling back onto the bed.

Jared bolted upright. "Wh-What? What's wrong? What happened? Are you okay?"

"There's someone under the bed!" Pamela exclaimed.

Jared jumped out of bed and flipped on the light. He grabbed the baseball bat he kept nearby for safety.

"Who's there?" he demanded, his voice stern but tinged with fear. "Come out now, or I'm calling the police!"

Pamela joined him, standing slightly behind for safety. Then, they both knelt and peered under the bed.

They saw a woman in pajamas curled up in a tight ball. She was sobbing quietly, and her eyes were wide open in fear.

"Oh my god," Pamela whispered. "Are you okay? What are you doing here?"

The woman didn't respond. She just continued crying. At that point, Pamela understood the woman clearly wasn't there to hurt them. But why was she hiding under the bed?

"Please," Pamela said gently as she extended her hand under the bed, "come out. We won't hurt you. We just want to know what's going on."

Slowly, trembling fingers grasped Pamela's hand.

The woman slowly crawled out from under the bed and stood up in the light. Pamela couldn't help but gasp when she saw the woman's face.

"What happened to you?" Pamela asked.

Before the woman could answer, a loud, aggressive knock echoed through the house. The woman's eyes widened in terror.

"It's him!" she cried. "Please, don't open the door. Please save me!"

Pamela turned to Jared, who looked skeptical and confused.

"Trust me," she said firmly. "Stay here with her. I'll handle this."

Pamela left the room and quietly made her way to the front door. Then, she took a deep breath and opened it while pretending to be annoyed.

A man in pajamas stood there.

"I'm sorry to bother you," he said. "I'm Walter, your neighbor. I'm looking for my wife. Have you seen her?"

After noticing the wild look in his eyes, Pamela's gaze landed on his shirt. It was a bit torn, suggesting signs of struggle, which confirmed her suspicions. She needed to keep the woman away from this man.

"Your wife?" Pamela asked, pretending to be confused. "No, we haven't seen anyone. What's going on?"

Walter ran a hand through his disheveled hair.

"She's not well. She ran away from home. I'm worried she might hurt herself."

"Oh, that's terrible," Pamela said. "Have you called the police?"

"No!" Walter said quickly. "No police. She just needs her medication. If you see her, please let me know. We live just down there." He pointed to the house Pamela and Jared had always wondered about.

As Walter turned to leave, Pamela caught a glimpse of something dark and dangerous in his eyes. She quickly shut the door and rushed to her bedroom, but she met Jared in the hallway.

"What was that about?" Jared asked.

"That was her husband," Pamela said quietly. "I think the woman is in trouble… Call the police, Jared. I'm going to talk to her."

Back in the bedroom, the woman had calmed slightly but still looked terrified.

"I'm Cynthia," she said softly. "We live two houses down."

"I'm Pamela," she replied. "Can you tell me what happened?"

Cynthia's words came out in a rush. "Walter, my husband... he comes home late, always drunk and angry. I've wanted to leave for so long, but he keeps the doors locked, takes my phone. Tonight, I managed to slip out when he went to the bathroom. I'm sorry for coming here but it seemed like the best option."

Pamela took Cynthia's hand. "You did the right thing. We've called the police. You're safe now."

Cynthia began to cry again, this time in relief. "Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you so much."

As they waited for the police to arrive, Pamela brought Cynthia a glass of water and a warm blanket. Jared paced nervously by the window, keeping an eye out for any sign of Walter returning.

"How long has this been going on?" Pamela asked gently.

Cynthia's hands shook as she held the glass. "Since we got married three years ago. It started with controlling my spending and checking my phone. Then he started getting angry."

Pamela's heart ached. "Why didn't you leave sooner?"

"I was scared," Cynthia admitted. "He says he'd report me to the cops for robbery and they'd come looking for me. He said he'd produce fake evidence and make sure I was arrested."

Just then, Jared spoke up from the window. "The police are here."

"It's going to be okay," Pamela assured Cynthia, holding her hand. "They're here to help you."

The next hour was a blur of police statements and paramedics checking Cynthia's injuries. Walter was arrested, loudly protesting his innocence as he was led away in handcuffs.

As the commotion died down, Cynthia turned to Pamela and Jared. "I don't know how to thank you," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "You saved my life tonight."

Pamela smiled warmly. "We're just glad you're safe now. Do you have somewhere to go?"

Cynthia nodded. "The police are taking me to a shelter. They'll help me get back on my feet."

As Cynthia prepared to leave, she paused at the door. "I'm sorry again for breaking in. I saw your living room window was unlocked, and I just..."

Pamela laughed softly. "I'm glad I forgot to lock it."

In the days that followed, Pamela and Jared helped Cynthia start her new life. Their quiet neighborhood had given them an unexpected gift: the chance to make a real difference in someone's life. And in saving Cynthia, they gained a friend and a deeper appreciation for the safety and love they shared in their home.

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