User blog comment:Witnessme/Creepypasta Short Story Contest/@comment-24744467-20151011161034

It was an accident. He didn't mean to kill her.

It all happened so fast--there she was in bed with somebody else. He demanded to know why. She laughed. He reached for the gun.

Bang, bang.

Two for his wife, two for her lover.

Bang, bang.

Of course, by the time the deed was done his rage had plummeted into a state of pure and utter panic. He took the bodies and buried them in the woods out behind the trailer, and then he took off driving into the night, headed who knows where as long as it was away from the scene of the crime.

But it was nothing so clean, nothing so perfect, because even though he'd physically gotten away she was everywhere. He saw her out of the corner of his eye, just out of sight. Not so out of mind.

And then one night he awoke from a dream and saw her standing there at the foot of his bed, her fury illuminated by slanted rays of moonlight through the shuttered window. For a moment he thought was still dreaming, until she reached for the gun and pulled the trigger.

Bang, bang.

Two for the man who killed her.