My Son Heard His Mom Crying & Strangers’ Voices, Urging Me Home — What I Discovered Was Beyond Belief
My kid called me in a panic, saying that he had heard his mother crying and voices that were not familiar to him laughing in our home. I hurried home, terrified of the worst possible outcome. In spite of this, I was completely unprepared for the events that were taking place in my bedroom.
My day began in a completely typical manner. When my phone began to vibrate with a text message, I was at my desk clicking away at my computer in an attempt to locate a file that had gone lost. After a fleeting glance, I became aware that it was Luke, my child who is eight years old. It was discovered that he had already attempted to phone me approximately ten times.
That seemed strange to me. Considering that children in today’s society despise talking on the phone, I was already in a state of panic when I called him back.
“Dad, I beg you to please return!!!! The mother is crying…”
Slow down, my good friend. What exactly is going on?”
Please, Daddy, I am at a loss for what to do. I have just returned home, and I can hear my mother screaming in her room right now!
“Why didn’t you go into her room?” I inquired about it.
It is too terrifying for me to go inside. Someone else’s voice can be heard in there!
Okay, all right! Just remain in your room. Make sure the door is locked! Trying not to freak out, I said, “I’ll call your mum,” and then I hung up the phone.
I hurriedly searched for the number of my wife, Nikkie, but the call was immediately transferred to the voicemail system. Amazing. That not at all resembled her. A child was born to us. In no way was it expected of us to turn off our mobile devices! Just as I was racing out of the office, I made a split-second choice to phone the police. I grabbed my wallet and my jacket and then I called the police.
I informed 911 that there were people breaking into my home and asked them to arrive as soon as possible. While I was still on the phone with Nikkie, I hurriedly made my way home, becoming increasingly anxious with each passing second. As soon as I arrived, I noticed that the police officers had not yet arrived.
Then again, I couldn’t wait. Unconsciously, I was imagining the worst possible outcome. My mind was flooded with images of Nikkie’s face, which was covered in tears, as well as the other sounds that Luke had stated… well, it seems that something dreadful must be happening to my wife in there.
The first time in my life that I wished we had an arm at home was when I was in bed. Due to the fact that Luke was more interested in football and basketball, we did not even have a baseball bat. Last but not least, I came to the conclusion that whatever was waiting for me inside would have to be confronted head-on.
The door was kicked open, and I did so without any idea what I would find inside. The first thing that I heard was a piercing and loud scream coming from a female. Secondly, I was able to see her face. My body was like a balloon that was collapsing as air flowed out of it.
It was not my wife who was involved. Diana, her sister, was enjoying a… let’s call it a “party” with two males. It was her sister. In the room I occupy. In the bed that I use. Not quite the kind of family get-together you would anticipate.
As if on cue, Nikkie, who was accompanied by law enforcement officers, entered the building. I will never forget the wonderful expression that she wore when she spotted her sibling. Her sister was the youngest member of the family and was cherished by everyone. Right up till then.
It’s Diana! I can’t believe it!.” Nikkie uttered the words.
After rising from the bed, my sister-in-law shrugged and covered herself with the nice linens that I had brought with her. “I suspected that nobody would be at home. To put it simply, I’m just having a little bit of fun.
It’s true, “fun.” Within the confines of our bedroom. with those who are not known. You may be wondering why she would act in such a manner. To tell you the truth, my sister-in-law is married, and she made the decision that our home was the ideal location for her extramarital affairs. Through the use of the spare key that Nikkie had provided to her, it appears that this has been going on for some time.
On the other hand, this time my son came home from school earlier than usual because he was feeling sick. While Nikkie was making arrangements to take the remainder of the day off from work, a teacher who lived in the neighbourhood was kind enough to accompany him on his journey home. It is patently obvious that the educator left, believing that our son would be secure in his own home. Yes, it was expected that his house would be secure.
The police officers arrived on the scene and spoke with everyone who was involved. Because I was so ashamed, I apologised profusely to them for the misunderstanding that had occurred. There was still a delay of two hours before they left, and when I got to Luke’s room, I found him wrapped around Nikkie.
My son had a traumatic experience. Truly, I was the same way.
Even though he was holding his mother, he continued to be uncertain and inquired, “So, Mom wasn’t in danger?”
No, my young man. I reassured her that it was nothing more than your Aunt Diana making a joke. “But don’t worry because we won’t be seeing her again any time soon.”
Nikkie got a serious look from me, and she nodded in response. Despite the fact that we officially stopped communicating with her sister, I did send a text message to her husband as a warning. In any case, he had a right to be informed about the activities of his wife.
