She said she often left her body, something she called astral travel. She said she had been to many astral planes, and once went to distant stars and met purple aliens that looked like stick people. He restrained himself from telling her he felt she was delusional or outright lying.
She was always refreshed and elated whenever she took one of her alleged disembodied trips. Seeing her during those times, he almost believed her, but was too rational to accept her bizarre claims. He wondered if she suffered from some psychiatric condition beyond his ken to define.
The last time she might have astral traveled, when she told him she had met some angelic people on an interdimentional astral plane, her body began shaking, her head shook violently side to side, as she babbled incoherently and acted like he wasn’t in their bedroom even though he was in front of her.
Her eyes turned vacant, then glowingly red, like some demon had taken residence in her head. She screamed, ran, and leaped through their dining room window, glass shattering and falling with her. She dropped three floors headfirst splattering to death on the pavement below. Women on the street screamed at the sight of her broken, bloodied remains. Men gasped and turned away from that horrible sight.
He cried himself to sleep that night, saw her in a dream looking crazy … and he woke up with glowing red eyes.
Bob Boyd