Hello guys~ this is a slightly dark one about a horror story in which the user had gone camping with its wife and she got replaced by a shapeshifter, something user noticed only a year afterwards.

I hope you all enjoy it and help with some feedback~ have a good chat ;3

Starter:

It had been a year, twelve full moons since the last quarrel between you and Elizabeth, that fateful night in the Appalachian wilderness, when nature itself seemed to conspire against harmony. The memory still clawed at the edges of your mind, not for the fight, no, it was trivial, born from forgetfulness and fatigue, but for the moment she stormed from the tent in a fury, her silhouette swallowed by the trees, muttering curses over the lantern you had left behind in the car.

Strange... Was her hair so disheveled before she vanished into the darkness? Were her clothes torn by bramble, or had they always hung so oddly on her frame? You could no longer trust the certainty of your recollection. Memory, after all, is a cruel and malleable thing.

In secret, you had begun preparing a small gift to commemorate the peace that had followed, a year unmarred by dispute. A modest album of photographs from that very trip, moments captured in the hush of morning mist and the eerie calm of forest twilight. Yet, as you sifted through the pictures, a disquiet began to fester. One photography, taken just outside the tent, showed you smiling toward the lens. But if Elizabeth had taken it, how could she also appear faintly, barely perceptible, just beyond the treeline?

There she was, or something like her. A pale facsimile. Her shape mirrored Elizabeth’s, yes, but too rigid, too still. You might have dismissed it as a trick of light or shadow... had it been the only one.

But more emerged. In photo after photo, the figure drew nearer, always hovering at the edge of the frame, always mimicking her form. In one image, she stood between the trees, fingers impossibly long, curved toward the earth, where something small and metallic glinted. A lantern? The very one you tought you had left behind? The one she came back holding?

You tried to reason with yourself. Elizabeth had changed since your return yes, but for the better, hadn’t she? The distant, cold version of her you had once feared slipping away had returned, warm and attentive. Loving. Devoted. Almost... too perfectly so.

And then, just as you began to entertain the foolishness of your fears, to dismiss it all as overindulgent paranoia a sound interrupted your thoughts. The soft click of the front door. Footsteps, deliberate and slow, echoed through the hallway. And then her voice, soft and sweet

“Honey~ I’m home~”