My husband locked himself in the bathroom every evening for 2 hours: one night I took a flashlight, went to check and found a hole behind the tiles, and strange bags inside the hole…

My husband locked himself in the bathroom every evening for 2 hours: one night I took a flashlight, went to check and found a hole behind the tiles, and strange bags inside the hole… 😱😱

My husband has been acting more and more strange lately. At first I thought he had a mistress. He would go out somewhere in the evenings, and at home he would be silent for a long time, as if he was thinking about something. But then I realized: it was not about another woman at all.

Every day he locked himself in the bathroom. He would lock the door, turn on the water to drown out the sounds, and he would sit there for two hours straight. He didn’t take his phone with him, so he definitely wasn’t talking to anyone. I asked several times:

— What are you doing there for so long?

And every time I received the same sharp answer:

— Nothing, it doesn’t concern you.

Curiosity grew, and with it — anxiety. What is he hiding? Why is he acting so strange?

One night, when he was asleep, I decided to take a chance. I took a flashlight so as not to turn on the light and wake him up, and quietly went into the bathroom. Everything looked completely normal. Clean tiles, a white bathtub, the familiar smell of soap.

However, when I was about to go back to bed, something strange caught my attention.

There were some scratches and cracks on the wall behind the toilet, but we had just recently renovated the bathroom, where did they come from?

I touched the tile. It was loose. One movement – and a piece of tile fell to the floor, opening a black hole in the wall. I froze, feeling my heart pounding in my chest. There was something hidden inside the deep hole. I reached out and pulled out a plastic bag. Then another.

My hands were shaking. I tore the film and almost passed out from horror 😲😱 Inside the bag were… Continued in the first comment 👇👇

Inside were women’s jewelry: rings, bracelets, necklaces… but they were all covered in brown-red stains. Dried blood. One ring even had a clump of someone else’s hair stuck to it.

I felt sick. Later I found out: my husband brought these things back from crime scenes. I don’t know how many women became his victims, but each piece of jewelry was a trophy, a reminder of his monstrous deeds.

I quickly, almost in a panic, stuffed everything back into the bags, hid it in the hole and returned the tile to its place.

That night I didn’t sleep a wink, I lay next to him and listened to his even breathing, and those rings and necklaces covered in blood appeared before my eyes. I understood: this man sleeping next to me is a monster.

The next morning I didn’t say a word to him. I just packed my things, slammed the door and left, went to the police. I never saw him again, but I think he probably went to jail.