“Michael,” I began, choosing my words carefully, “I noticed Emily has a rather peculiar habit of changing the sheets every day. Is everything… alright?”

He paused, a shadow of confusion passing over his face. “Oh, that. Yeah, she’s just particular about cleanliness. I thought it was a bit much at first, but it’s one of those things, you know? You learn to live with quirks.”

I nodded, though I didn’t feel reassured. “Have you ever noticed anything unusual about, well, the bed or anything else?”

He frowned slightly. “Unusual? No, not really. Why?”

I hesitated, unsure if I should reveal what I had seen. But honesty won over caution. “I saw something today, Michael. I found… bloodstains on the mattress.” The words felt heavy as they left my mouth.