I Came Back From Work and Saw a Python Laying on My Couch, Only for Me to Run Upstairs to Pick a Cutlass and Come Back—Then I Saw It Was My Wife
EPISODE 3
Written By Jerry Smith
Chike placed the tiny spy camera in the corner of the bedroom, hidden inside a carved wooden figurine. He’d bought it from a local artisan. It had a clear view of the bed and would catch anything unusual.
That night, he pretended to be fast asleep again. His heart pounded in his chest as he heard the familiar rustling beside him.
Uju rose without a word, her face blank. Slowly, unnaturally, she began the transformation again—her body shifting, stretching, contorting into a form that had haunted his dreams. The camera captured everything: the scales, the hissing, the cold stare.
By morning, she was herself again, smiling sweetly and bringing him a tray of breakfast.
“You should eat, my love,” she said. “You didn’t eat dinner either.”
“I’ll eat later,” Chike replied, trying not to let his voice tremble.
He took the memory card, hid it in his wallet, and made his way to Dibia Okafor’s shrine again. The spiritualist had been waiting.
“I see you’ve returned with truth,” Okafor said, without being told anything.
Chike handed him the footage.
The old man watched in silence, his eyes narrowing as the transformation played.
“You cannot stay in that house,” he said firmly. “You must leave, or you must prepare for death. She has seen your soul. She will not let you go freely.”
They prepared for days. Okafor fasted. Chike anointed himself, memorized sacred prayers, and wore the protective charm around his neck at all times.
On the seventh night, they returned to the house. Uju was in the kitchen, humming that same haunting tune. She turned when they walked in.
“What’s this?” she asked coolly. “You brought a guest?”
“I know what you are, Uju,” Chike said, his voice steady. “I saw it. I recorded it. You can’t lie anymore.”
She tilted her head, then let out a long, slow laugh. “You poor, foolish man. Do you think you’ve won something?”
“I want to know why,” he demanded. “Why me? Why marry me?”
She stepped forward, her smile fading. “Because you were chosen. You were ripe. Full of light. And I needed that light.”
Okafor stepped between them. “You have no power here, daughter of the serpent.”
Her face contorted. “You dare?”
Suddenly, the air grew thick. Plates crashed to the floor. Windows slammed shut. Uju’s skin rippled, scales rising again.
“You should’ve left when you had the chance!” she screamed.
She lunged at Chike, her hands morphing into claws, wrapping around his neck. He gasped, trying to pry her off, but she was too strong.
Okafor splashed the sacred water at her. She howled, smoke rising from her skin.
He chanted rapidly, calling on forces beyond the veil. A wind surged through the house, violent and loud.
Uju dropped Chike and backed away, her eyes glowing like embers.
“You will not banish me!” she shrieked.
More water. More prayers. The light in the room flickered as the battle raged—an invisible tug-of-war between dark and light.
Chike crawled to the corner, gasping for air. He watched as Uju’s form twisted violently, her legs turning into a serpent’s tail, her screams echoing through every corner of the house.
“Leave this place!” Okafor shouted, raising the gourd high.
With a final piercing cry, Uju’s body collapsed into the ground, leaving only a shed snakeskin and a bloodstained wedding ring.
Silence fell.
Chike wept.
Weeks passed.
Chike moved to a quiet town by the hills, far from the chaos. He rarely spoke of what happened. His new neighbors knew him as the quiet young man who kept to himself.
At night, he often stared at the wedding ring now resting in a locked box beneath his bed. The bloodstain never faded.
Sometimes, when the wind howled through the trees, he swore he heard it—a hiss. A soft, familiar sound slithering across his window.
He’d wake up drenched in sweat, the memory of her voice whispering his name like a curse.
“Chi-ke…”
But the house would be empty.
Still, he kept the charm around his neck, even while he slept. Just in case.
Some scars never fully heal. And some demons… never truly leave.
The End
What would you do if your lover turned out to be something otherworldly?
Do you think Uju is gone for good—or just waiting for the right time to return?
Would you sleep with the lights on if you were Chike? Share your thoughts with me in the comments, I’ll be thrilled to go through them
