David Cummings

it's time to dive deep into the abyss.

From the dark waters of the Cape Fear River, immerse yourself in horror as you brace yourself for the No Sleep Podcast.

Howard was never any good at keeping secrets.

After 12 years of married life, a wife gets to know all the intricate ways that her husband behaves.

For example, when Howard arrives home from the office, he always lets out a deep breath when he enters the door.

The exhale lasts so long, I wonder if he's going to deflate on the carpet.

But naturally, he doesn't.

And then he regales me with stories about this and that from work.

If I'm being honest, I have mostly tuned out his ramblings.

A business supervisor, while paid well, doesn't have the most captivating tales to tell.

I remember bits and pieces.

Certain names sound familiar.

A few events.

But if Howard were to quiz me on the subject, I'd likely fail.

Still, I put up a good front.

I nod and smile while he talks.

I time an O to escape my lips at the correct moment to make it seem like I'm paying attention.

It has all become a comfortable routine.

But one day that routine was broken.

It was a Friday afternoon, and I was tidying myself up after a day of chores.