There’s a viral video on Tiktok of a man who claims his wife has been missing for 10 years. According to him, after 10 years of his wife’s disappearance, he was shocked to finally meet her again at a party.
His story reads:
“I met Stacy when I was in 6th grade, and we dated all throughout high school. But my life was turned upside down when she broke my heart at the end of the school.”
“She wanted to go to college, single to find herself, meaning she wanted to go get railed by hundreds of guys. I tried to change her mind but there was no chance”.
“It was over. I thought. I went to a college close to our hometown, she went to a college that was across the country in California. I didn’t hear from her for the next two years”
“I did hear that her mother passed away. But i never really found a good way to reach out. I went about my life coasting through college with a couple of short term relationships here and there, but nothing serious”.
“I assume she did the same. That was until one night I went to a local bar with a few of my friends and there she was. I was too embarrassed to admit it but I didn’t actually recognise her at first”.
“It had only been two years, but her hair was now short and I already had a few drinks at that point. It was only after she made her way across the bar to hug me that I fully comprehended who she was. ”
“My friends and I will always joke that this bar was like a high school reunion everytime we went there, since it was the only decent bar in the area. So everyone went there”
“This time was no exception. It struck me as odd that she was back in town mid-semester. As this seems like a strange time to fly across the country to visit home. But we got to talking and after a few drinks, I thought nothing of it.”
“We really hit it off that night. It was like she had never been gone. The feeling I had when I was with her. I joked about how she left me behind when she went off to college, hoping to ease any concern about whether I was upset. But she completely brushed it off”.
“A little later I brought up a story about a time when we were in the ninth grade and my mother dropped us off at a movie theater for a date. I could see the confusion on her face. She quickly explained that she had been in an accident in the first of college and that she lost bits of pieces of her memory”
“The way she described it was that she basically couldn’t remember some of the specific memories from her childhood but she could remember faces and who people were”.
“It sounded terrible and I didn’t want to prob too much so I dropped it. After that night, we hung out again soon after and then again. We picked up right where we had left off in high school.
“A few weeks passed and she eventually told me she wasn’t going back to school in California. She wanted to stay here, which was great. Things progressed and we eventually got married after I graduated.”
“Things were so great. Years rolled by. We had two kids. She was a stay-at-home mom and was so good with the kids. There were some ups and downs over the years, but things were generally pretty good.”
“And then I got an invitation to our ten-year high school reunion about a month ago. I thought about not going, but after some convincing from my friends at work, I decided to go”
” Stacy had also planned to come but we ended up getting into a ridiculous argument tonight beforehand, so she stayed behind.”
“I don’t quite know how to explain what happened tonight at the reunion. I am still processing it. It seemed like it was going to be a pretty tame night. There were only about 40 of us that went but then somebody tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and I immediately felt what I can only describe as a dread pit in my stomach”
“I couldn’t quite comprehend what I was seeing. She looked so familiar. I knew exactly who she was, but my mind was having a hard time processing it. It was Stacy. The Stacy I dated in high school. The Stacy that dumped me after we graduated.”
“She looked exactly as I’d expect. Just grown up. But she didn’t look like my Stacy. This wasn’t the Stacy I married. This wasn’t the Stacy that was back at home”.
“OMG, Steve, I can’t believe it’s been 10 years. How are you? Tell me about your life. You just kind of fell off the map. What happened?”, Stacy started saying.
“Still feeling extremely confused, I replied I’m great I’m married now with two kids. How about yourself? I am doing well, I fell in love with California during school and decided to it was where I meant to live. This is actually the first time I’ve been back since my mom passed nine years ago. There really hasn’t being any reason for me to come back since until now.”
“I ended the conversation there and immediately left. I sat in the car outside my house for at least 30 mins. The lights were off. I don’t know who it is that I married, who I had kids with, but it is not Stacy, because that was definitely Stacy at the reunion. Every instinct told me to flee, to take the kids and run. But curiosity and the need to know the truth tethered me in place”
Taking a deep breath, I approached my home, every step feeling heavier than the last. I cautiously opened the front door, my heart pounding in my chest. It was eerily quiet. The only sound, the gentle hum of the refrigerator. Slowly, I made my way to the bedroom. And there she was sitting calmly on the bed”.
“That same face I had grown to love and trust over the years. “My love you are home early”, she said with a serene smile. I tried to speak but the words got caught in my throat. She seemed to notice the panic in my eyes. “What’s wrong?”, she asked. Standing up and walking towards me. I backed away my voice trembling. “Who are you?”,