My Wife’s Unusual Bathroom Rule Hid a Shocking Secret That Left Me Terrified

Louise and Connor moved into her grandmother’s home after her death, eager to start a family and have meaningful discussions about their future. But things started to go wrong when Louise banned Connor from using her restroom.

That was it for me when I met Louise. She was the lady I wanted to marry, and I knew it right away when we met at work. After three years of dating, we were married in a modest ceremony.

Two years before, Louise had inherited her grandmother’s newly remodeled house after her death.

“I think we should move into my grandmother’s house,” Louise said. “It’s just bigger than our apartment, and we won’t have to worry about rent or anything like that.”
She was correct in saying that relocating would help us save a significant amount of money. More importantly, it would provide us with the stability needed to start thinking about having children.

“Fine,” I said. “Let’s move into grandma’s house.”

It was a smooth maneuver. We adapted well to our new schedule, which included frequent conversations about starting a family, frequent weekend getaways, and frequent date nights.

Louise and I were first pleased with the house, but we soon began making the necessary renovations. Louise remodeled the kitchen, and I remodeled the third bedroom, converting it into our home office.

We were doing well. We adored it.
Louise began focusing on renovating the second bathroom near our bedroom. She hired a contractor to completely revamp its layout.

“Connor, sweetheart,” she said with a gentle plea, “please don’t go in there. It’s just a space for me. I need you to understand how important that is.”

I didn’t understand, of course. However, I had faith that Louise would let me in after she finished whatever she had planned because I loved her.

However, weeks stretched into months, and Louise had yet to show me the room.

My curiosity overcame me one evening when she had gone to bed early and I was watching sports.

Although I wasn’t envious, I was curious about my wife’s activities.

I entered her bathroom quietly. It appeared completely normal, if not somewhat painted over.

However, I saw a little hole with a red glow coming through it near the bathroom’s corner.

What the devil is that? I pondered.

I knelt down and looked through the opening. When I saw dozens of eyes staring back at me, I was completely taken aback; their crimson glow made them even more menacing than I would have acknowledged. I felt a chill go through me.

“Connor?” The bathroom resonated with Louise’s voice. “What are you doing here?”

That voice seemed familiar to me. Louise was furious.

I made the foolish statement, “I was just washing my hands,”

“Connor, you saw what’s behind the wall, didn’t you?”

The eerie dolls? The hidden chamber? I had seen something, of course. I simply couldn’t make sense of what I had witnessed.

Unsure of how to approach the topic, I shook my head. I wanted to ask Louise so many things.

“You were looking through the hole, Connor,” she remarked, placing her palm on her hip. “What did you see?”

Louise spoke slowly, as if she was making a conscious effort to choose her words.

“Okay,” I responded, dropping the charade. “I noticed some eerie dolls when I peeked through. Lou, that was all I saw. What’s going on? Why are there dolls in a hidden room?

Louise’s fingers gripped the sink as she turned away from me. She gave a loud sniff.

“Oh, honey,” I acknowledged. “Avoid crying. Let’s simply discuss it.

“Connor, those dolls are a heritage of my grandmother. She stored them in this room and got a new one every time they came out. I’ve been patching the small rips in their clothing and wiping the dust off of them.”

“Well, Lou, that’s not so horrible. Why didn’t you tell me directly?

To be honest, I wouldn’t have objected to her keeping dolls in her room as a memento of her grandmother. I could sense a unique connection between them.

Louise snapped, “It’s more than that, Connor,” saying. “There is a room behind that wall. It is my haven. I write my novels there. You couldn’t even respect my personal space when I asked you to.”

Her eyes filled with tears.

Our house had a hidden room first, and now this?

I was really shocked to learn that my wife, whom I believed to be a person I knew, actually had a secret life as a writer.

“Novels? Are you a writer? I asked, stunned and unable to speak.
She responded, “Yes, Connor,” as she evenly distributed her weight across both feet. “I use a pen name when I write. Even though I’ve written books, I’ve never wanted anyone to know. It’s the only thing that belongs to me.

I didn’t say anything since I didn’t know what to say.

“With my grandmother’s dolls all around me, I write in that room. And you… you simply and mindlessly invaded it?” The hurt in her voice was a tangible force between us as she accused.

Returning to our bedroom, Louise buried herself in the sheets. She indicated that I would spend the night in the living room by throwing my pillow at me.

She begged for room in the morning.

“Two weeks, Connor,” she answered. “All I have to do is consider everything. I must reconsider my part in our marriage.

I was unable to comprehend what was taking place. But while I tossed and turned on the couch during that restless night, I wondered why Louise had become so angry with me.

Even if my curiosity overcame me, I respected her right to privacy and acknowledged its importance. However, Lou was the one who had the bathroom connected to the hidden room. and a covert career.

I was still reeling, though. I wrote Louise an apology after she closed herself in her writing room.

Now that the two weeks are almost gone, I’m at my parents’ house contemplating our marriage’s destiny. Louise hasn’t talked to me yet, but I want to fix what’s broken between us.

Time will tell.