Episode 1

The first time I saw my wife in a midnight red dress, I thought it was normal.

I believed I knew everything about her. But there was something I never knew about my wife… her nights.

Little by little, I began to notice something strange. Every night, she would go to bed in her usual nightgown. But exactly at midnight, I would find her standing there in a red dress. And by morning… she was back in her normal clothes.

The first night, I ignored it. The second, I told myself it was a coincidence. But by the third, I understood it wasn’t a mistake. And sometimes… she wasn’t even in bed.

One morning, I asked her, “Honey, sometimes I see you at night in a red dress. But in the morning… you’re wearing something else. Why do you change clothes?”

She froze, then laughed softly. “Me? In a red dress? Come on, love. You worry too much. I’ve told you I don’t even like red.”

She hugged me tightly, smiling. But I felt it. She was hiding something.

That night, I made a decision: I would stay awake to catch her. But no matter how hard I tried, I always ended up falling asleep. And by morning, she would gently touch my shoulder, smiling as she said, “Love, it’s already 6 a.m.”

I was surprised; I couldn’t remember when I had fallen asleep.

I became restless, so I devised a smarter plan. If I could get that red dress off her before midnight, maybe I would finally know the truth.

That afternoon, I took her to her favorite movie theater. She was so focused on the screen, laughing at every scene, that she didn’t notice my eyes on her. “Honey,” I said casually, “do you want some ice cream?” Her face lit up. “Of course. You know I can never say no.”

I smiled, pretending to go buy it. But instead, I drove straight home, to the closet.

I searched frantically, tossing clothes aside, desperate to find it. And then I saw it, hidden at the back. A red flash. My hands trembled as I reached for it.

And suddenly, a voice behind me.

“What are you looking for?”

I froze. It was my wife.

This time… she wasn’t smiling.

Episode 2

My hands still held the red dress inside the closet when I looked up and saw her. Her eyes seemed sharper now, colder, as if she could read every one of my thoughts.

“What are you looking for?” she repeated, her voice calm but heavy. Every step she took toward me made my heart race faster.

I forced a weak smile, desperately searching for an excuse. But before I could speak, someone knocked on the door. Our neighbor’s voice called her name. She immediately turned and left the room.

As soon as she was gone, I pulled the dress out with trembling hands and hurriedly hid it under the bed. My chest rose and fell heavily as I whispered to myself, “Tonight, the truth has to come to light. Since she keeps denying it, I’ll see what really happens.”

When she returned, I had to act normal, so I put on a playful smile. “Honey,” I said casually, “I thought I lost my ATM card. I ran to check the closet.”

She watched me closely, her eyes searching mine, then smiled softly and nodded. But deep down, I knew she wasn’t convinced.

“Alright,” she said. “I also left the cinema because I didn’t feel comfortable. But… what about the ice cream?”

I let out a light laugh, pretending to be calm. “Tomorrow,” I promised. “Honey, I have some gossip for you.”

Her mood changed instantly; my wife loved gossip. We laughed, joked, and played like any normal couple. To anyone watching us, it seemed like a happy night. But inside me, there was no calm. Every word, every smile, I watched her closely, waiting for midnight.

Around 10 p.m., another knock sounded at the door. I frowned. Who visits at this hour?

“Oh, it must be my friends,” she said quickly.

“Friends? You never told me someone was coming,” I replied.

“I’m sorry, love,” she responded softly. “Their car broke down… and they asked to stay here tonight.”

She walked to the door and opened it. My blood ran cold. Two women entered… and both looked exactly like my wife. The resemblance was incredible.

 

I forced a smile, trying to hide my confusion, and welcomed them.

Since we lived in a small one-bedroom apartment, I offered to sleep on the couch while they used the bedroom. But sleep was far from me. I stayed on the sofa, staring at the ceiling, ears alert, waiting.

Close to midnight, the bedroom door creaked open.

My wife stepped out first, her face serene but unreadable. Behind her were her two friends, each dressed in a red dress, just like the one my wife wore at midnight.

A chill ran down my spine.

They stopped in front of me, their eyes fixed on mine. For a moment, I felt my wife was one of them, part of the secret they carried.

Then one of them spoke in a low, chilling voice: “There are things that should never be touched… or it won’t end well.”

I froze. My mouth went dry. What did they mean?

The eyes of the second one narrowed. “Where… did you hide it?” she whispered.

And then… my wife’s gaze fell on me. Her face was inscrutable, her eyes fixed, as if waiting for my answer.

The air in the room grew heavier, colder. My heart beat so loudly I thought they could hear it.

Episode 3

The silence was unbearable. The three women looked at me like predators studying their prey. I remained seated on the sofa, my hands sweaty and my heart pounding like a war drum.

“Where did you hide it?” one of them repeated, her voice deep.

I felt the air thicken around me. It was as if the room had turned into an invisible cage. I swallowed hard and pretended ignorance.

“What are you talking about? I don’t understand anything…”

They all smiled at the same time. That identical smile, icy, impossible to imitate by chance. For the first time, I accepted it: they couldn’t be just my wife’s friends.

My wife took a step forward. Her red dress flowed to the floor like a river of blood.

“Love… if you have it, return it now. Or everything will be worse.”

My mind flipped. Did she know I had hidden the dress under the bed? Was it a trap?

I decided to take a risk.

“Why do you wear that dress every midnight? Why do you say you don’t like red if… clearly it’s the opposite?”

She watched me in silence. Her lips parted, but it was another one of them who answered:

“Because that dress is not just a dress. It’s a pact.”

Episode 4

The words pierced through me like blades. “A… pact?”

The second woman stepped forward, her eyes shining in the dim light. “Many years ago, your wife made an oath. She was just a girl. One night during a new moon, she accepted the red dress from us… and since then, her life doesn’t belong to her alone.”

I turned to my wife. “Is that true?”

She closed her eyes, a gesture of pain. “I did it to survive…” she murmured. “When my mother was dying, they promised to save her if I accepted the pact. But they didn’t tell me the price.”

The other two looked at each other and laughed with an echo that sent chills down my arms. “There’s always a price.”

I clenched my fists. “What do you want from me then? Why now?”

They all leaned in at the same time. Their identical faces looked like cursed mirrors.

“Because you… discovered the secret. And whoever knows must choose: join… or disappear.”

Episode 5

The word “disappear” froze me to the bone. I looked toward the door, but something in the air told me that escaping would be futile.

“No…” I murmured. “I’m not going to be part of this.”

The lights flickered. A gust of wind shook the windows even though they were all closed. My wife held my hand.

“Listen to me,” she whispered urgently. “Don’t provoke them. Let me speak for you.”

The other two moved closer. “You can’t save him, sister. The pact is clear.”

My wife looked at me intently, her eyes shining with tears. “Trust me.”

Then she turned to them. “Leave him out of this. This is not his destiny. The dress is mine.”

The other two laughed again. “And you think you can break the circle that easily? There’s only one way out… and you know it.”

My wife lowered her head. I held her tightly. “What do they mean?”

She didn’t answer.

Episode 6

That night, we didn’t sleep. The two identical women vanished at dawn, as if they had never been there. But the silence they left was even more terrifying.

During breakfast, my wife confessed the truth to me.

“The red dress is cursed,” she said in a dull voice. “It’s not just fabric. It’s a bond. Every time I wear it, they possess me. They take me to places you don’t see, that no one sees. And every time… I feel less like myself.”

I jumped up. “Then burn it! Destroy it!”

She looked at me with despair. “I’ve tried. Once I threw it in the fire… and it came back hanging in the closet the next day.”

I put my hands on my head. “This is madness.”

“I know,” she whispered. “But there’s a way. Only one.”

She stepped closer to me and rested her forehead against my chest. “We must return to the place where I accepted the pact. The old house in the woods, my grandmother’s. That’s where it all began… and that’s where it can end.”

Episode 7

The journey felt like traversing a tunnel of dark memories. The road grew narrower, and the trees seemed to lean toward us as if they wanted to swallow us.

Finally, we arrived at the mansion. It was a skeleton of rotting wood, with broken windows and an air of abandonment. But as we crossed the threshold, I felt it wasn’t empty.

“This is where it happened,” she whispered. “This is where I swore with blood.”

In the center of the room, on an old table, the red dress appeared. No one had placed it there. It was simply there.

My wife approached with trembling steps. “If I wear it one last time here, in front of them, I can break the pact. But I need you to promise me something.”

I looked at her intently. “Anything.”

She took my face in her hands. “If I don’t succeed… don’t try to save me. Just run.”

My throat closed up. “Don’t ask me that.”

But there was no time for more. The walls began to tremble. The two identical women appeared from the shadows, and their voices blended into a macabre chant.

Episode 8

My wife took the dress, and with tears streaming down her cheeks, she put it on. The air turned icy. Her eyes clouded, as if she was no longer herself.

The other two began to circle around the table, murmuring in a language I didn’t understand. I felt my skin tear with every word.

Then my wife screamed: “No more! I choose my destiny!”

She ripped the dress off violently and threw it to the ground. The fabric burned with black flames without anyone touching it.

The two twin women howled, their skin cracking like broken glass. “You can’t break what is sealed!”

But the fire grew, engulfing them. I ran to my wife, holding her tightly as everything around us burned in shadows.

“Hold on!” I shouted.

She looked at me, weak but smiling. “Thank you for staying with me.”

In that instant, the twins exploded in an unbearable scream… and vanished. The dress was reduced to ashes.

Episode 9 (Final)

We woke up at dawn, in the empty room. The fire had disappeared. The dress no longer existed.

My wife was breathing heavily, but she was alive. “Is it over?” I asked with a trembling voice.

She nodded slowly. “The pact is broken. They won’t come back.”

I cried, holding her with all my strength. For the first time in months, I felt I could believe her.

We left the house hand in hand. The sun illuminated the forest as if everything were new. The curse had ended.

That night, as we lay together, I looked deeply into her eyes. For the first time in so long, there was no red dress. Just her.

And in her tired smile, I understood that the true pact was the love we had chosen, even in the darkness.