{"id":7366,"date":"2025-11-23T08:43:51","date_gmt":"2025-11-23T08:43:51","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/time.amazingstory.blog\/?p=7366"},"modified":"2025-11-23T08:43:51","modified_gmt":"2025-11-23T08:43:51","slug":"one-day-i-decided-not-to-take-the-sleeping-pill-my-wife-and-my-brother-were-giving-me-to-find-out-what-they-were-doing-while-i-slept-what-i-saw-filled-me-with-real-terror-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/time.amazingstory.blog\/?p=7366","title":{"rendered":"One day I decided not to take the sleeping pill my wife and my brother were giving me, to find out what they were doing while I slept: what I saw filled me with real terror"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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One day I decided not to take the sleeping pill my wife and my brother were giving me, to find out what they were doing while I slept: what I saw filled me with real terror \"\ud83d\ude31\"\"\ud83e\udee3\"<\/p>\n\n\n

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I\u2019m 65 years old, and for the past few months I had been sleeping very poorly. The doctor prescribed me a strong sleeping medication, without which I couldn\u2019t fall asleep. With those pills, I fell into such a deep sleep that in the morning I barely understood what was happening around me. My wife always made sure I took my dose, and my brother \u2014 who had been living with us since his own wife passed away \u2014 kept repeating that I needed \u201cdeep, proper rest.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But over time, their care began to seem strange. They insisted too much, watched my every move far too carefully. And one evening, I simply forgot to bring water to the bedroom and went to the kitchen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When I walked in, my wife and my brother jumped away from each other abruptly, as if I had caught them doing something forbidden.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 Why aren\u2019t you asleep? \u2014 she asked, far too tensely.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 I forgot my water, \u2014 I said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I went back to the bedroom, but sleep wouldn\u2019t come. Their fear had been too obvious. I realized: they were hiding something, and it had to do with me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The next night, I decided to pretend I had taken the pills and was already asleep. I lay down, waited for them to leave the room, then quietly got up and stepped into the hallway. I walked toward the kitchen and peeked inside carefully.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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My wife and my brother were sitting at the table, but they weren\u2019t drinking tea or discussing everyday matters, as I would have expected. On the table were documents and a thick folder with a label on it. My wife was nervously flipping through the papers, her hands trembling, while my brother whispered something to her and pointed at specific lines.<\/p>\n\n\n

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But the most horrifying part wasn\u2019t that. They were talking about me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 How much longer do you think he\u2019ll hold on? \u2014 my wife asked, looking at my brother. \u2014 Are you sure those pills are making him weaker and not stronger?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 I\u2019m sure, \u2014 he replied. \u2014 It\u2019s getting harder and harder for him to wake up. We need to finish everything before he starts to suspect anything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A cold chill ran through me. Finish what?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My wife opened another folder. I squinted and almost screamed \u2014 inside was a copy of my will, the one I had signed years ago. And next to it was a new document \u2014 a forgery. The signature was mine, but clearly not written by me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 Tomorrow we\u2019ll show the new version to the notary. He\u2019ll believe it, \u2014 my brother said. \u2014 We\u2019ll tell him his condition has worsened and he asked me to help him finalize everything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 The most important thing is that he doesn\u2019t start resisting, \u2014 my wife added. \u2014 Did you see him yesterday when he walked in? I thought he realized we were preparing something.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My legs nearly gave out. I understood: they wanted to take the house, the savings, and my pension.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And then my wife asked the question that confirmed my worst fears:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 Are you sure his heart can handle it if we keep giving him the double dose?<\/p>\n\n\n

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\u2014 It\u2019s not supposed to handle it, \u2014 my brother answered quietly. \u2014 It\u2019s his own fault for living this long.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I felt everything inside me freeze. I backed away from the door slowly, holding my breath. They didn\u2019t just want to deceive me \u2014 they wanted to kill me, under the guise of \u201ctreatment.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I went back to the bedroom, lay down, and pulled the blanket over myself, pretending to sleep, when I heard their steps approaching. My wife quietly opened the door, walked to the nightstand, and placed a glass of water with the dissolved medicine on it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 Let him sleep deeply, \u2014 she whispered. \u2014 It won\u2019t be much longer now.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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