My wife always wears a red gown at midnight

Episode 1

The first time I saw my wife in a red gown in the middle of the night, I thought it was normal.

I thought I knew everything about him. But there was one thing I never knew about him… His nights.

Gradually, I began to feel something strange.
Every night, she fell asleep in her usual nightgown. But exactly in the middle of the night, I would find her standing in a red gown. By morning… She was back in her normal clothes.

The first night, I ignored it. The other night, I told myself it was a coincidence. But by the third night, I realized it wasn’t a mistake. And sometimes… She wasn’t even in bed.

One morning, I asked her:
“Darling, sometimes I see you in a red gown at night. But by morning… You’re wearing something else. Why do you change clothes?”

She paused, then laughed softly.
“Me? Red gown? Come on, sweetheart. You worry too much. I already told you, I don’t like the color red. ”

She smiled and hugged me tightly.
But I had a feeling that
she was hiding something.

That night, I was determined to stay awake and catch him. But no matter how hard I tried, I would always fall asleep, and by morning, she would smile and pat me lightly and say, “Sweetheart, it’s already 6 o’clock in the morning. ”

I was surprised, I couldn’t remember when I had fallen asleep.

I became restless, so I thought of a more sensible way. If I had been able to take off that red gown before midnight, maybe I would have finally found out the truth.

That evening, I took her to her favorite cinema. She was so focused on the screen, laughing at every scene, that she didn’t even pay attention to my eyes.
“Sweetheart,” I said simply, “do you like ice cream?”
His face lit up. “Absolutely. You know I can’t say no. ”

I smiled and pretended to eat ice cream.
But instead, I drove home and headed straight to the closet.

I tossed the clothes aside, desperate to find him. Then my eyes fell on him, buried somewhere deep below. A glow of red.
My hands trembled to find him.

And then
a voice came from behind me.

“What are you looking for?”

I froze.
It was my wife.

This time… She wasn’t smiling. Episode 2 – The Secret of the Red Gown

I turned slowly, holding the edge of the cupboard.
She was there—my wife, Elena, was standing at the door. But she wasn’t the gentle, sweet woman I married.

His eyes shone faintly in the dim light, his face turned pale, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

“Sweetheart… Why are you at home?” “I thought you were still watching the movie. ”

He slowly took a step forward.
“You shouldn’t have come back. ”

My heart started beating fast. My eyes fell on the red cloth that I had untied. Gown.

“Elena… What is this gown? Why do you always wear it at night?”

For a moment, he didn’t say anything. Just watching. Then, with a strange calmness, she said:
“This gown… It’s not just clothes. It’s a door. ”

My hands trembled. “The door? Whom?”

She smiled even more.
“That’s where my home is. ”

Before I could say anything, the clock struck midnight.

The room became unnaturally cold. The lights began to flicker. The red gown in my hands warmed up—so hot, as if alive. Suddenly, he slipped out of my grip and swam towards him.

The gown slipped over her body as if waiting. In an instant, Elena was wrapped in red, her eyes now red.

“Elena… Please… “You’re scaring me,” I whispered.

He bowed his head, his voice soft, almost sad:
“I tried to keep you away from it. I wanted to live a normal life with you. But this gown doesn’t let me stay away. At midnight, I have to wear it. I have to go back…”

“Where shall I return?”

His lips quivered. “They have. The
cupboard behind the visitor
creaked open—automatically.
Not near shelves or hangers… Rather near the dark. A swirling black void stretched out in front of him. From that void, shadows crept in—tall, thin figures with hollow eyes, whispering in sounds that made my soul tremble.

“Elena… Come back… Come back to us…” They hissed.

I stumbled backwards in fear. “What are they?!”

Tears welled up in her eyes as she clutched the frame of the wardrobe. “They are my family. I never wanted to live in your world. This gown binds me to them. At midnight… I have to go back. At dawn, I’ll be back to you. ”

I shook my head vigorously. “No. You are my wife. Yours should be here. With me!”

For the first time, his voice broke. “If you truly love me… So you’ll have to let me go. If you try to stop me, they’ll take you away too. ”

The last option
shadows came close to me, now whispering my name. My blood ran cold.

“Elena, don’t leave me!” I pleaded.

He stretched out his hand to me with a trembling hand, his eyes pleading with me. “Promise me… Promise me you’ll remember me just the way I was. Not like this. Don’t follow me, sweetheart. Please…”

And before I could stop him, the shadows dragged him into the void. The cupboard closed loudly.

Epilogue The
next morning, the sun was shining through the curtains. I was sitting on the floor staring at the closet. She looked ordinary, as if nothing had happened. Her white and delicate nightgown was neatly folded on the bed.

But she was gone.

No notes. No traces. Just a faint scent of her perfume floated in the air.

And then… That night, as the clock struck midnight again…

Wardrobe climax.

And I saw him.
The red gown, glowing faintly in the dark, hung alone at the door.