On Thanksgiving, My Husband Sent Me to Buy Condoms for His Mistress

On Thanksgiving, my husband used my mother's medical bills to threaten me, forcing me to go buy condoms for him and his mistress.

The moment I stepped out the door, I ran into a serial killer.

The masked man swung his machete, hacking me down in a pool of blood.

When I opened my eyes again, the number 4 had mysteriously appeared on my arm.

My heart pounded violently. I locked the front door, refusing to go anywhere, and told my husband, Christian, with pale, trembling lips:

"There's a killer in the apartment complex!"