Chapter 3

But… Something did not add up! That hand did not look like Wendy's. Was she even strong enough to choke me?

But there had definitely been something wrong with the beer she had given us!

As I tried to decide whether Wendy was the killer, her voice echoed from the darkness. "What are you talking about, Jaina? I woke up because I had to use the bathroom. I was just walking past your bed on my way to the bathroom."

"You're lying! Stop the act, Wendy!" Fiona sounded close to tears. "There was something wrong with that beer you gave us! Tell us the truth! Are you trying to get revenge for Rosa?"

Wendy let out what sounded like an angry laugh. "She thought I was her best friend, and I betrayed her. The only person she hated more than me was Jaina. Why would I want to get revenge for her?"

Jaina scoffed. "You still won't admit it? If I can force that witch Rosa to her death. You think I can't handle you?"

Jaina and Fiona got out of bed and attacked Wendy. Within seconds, all three were fighting together.

I was about to climb down and help when I heard a series of beeps. Someone was entering our door code!

My scalp prickled. Was someone else the culprit all along? Before I could think any further, the door opened.

"Who are you?!"

"Who let you in?! Get out!"

Jaina and the others had noticed the intruder. He answered with a sinister chuckle and attacked.

I heard the sound of a blade sinking into flesh. Wendy screamed and collapsed into a pool of blood. Jaina and Fiona were brutally murdered next.

In less than a minute, he had killed all three of my dorm mates. The air reeked of blood…

But, who was he? How did he know the code to our dorm's digital lock?

Before I could figure it out, he came toward me with his bloody knife.

I shook with fear, my throat too tight to make a sound. I kept shrinking back until I had nowhere left to go.

He extended his hand and grabbed me easily. He was incredibly strong and ruthless. Once he had pinned me down, he drove the knife right into my heart.

I fought with all my strength, fear of dying makes me struggle with all I have. However, the knife sank into me anyway, and the pain clouded my mind.

I tried to reach up and pull off his mask to see his face, but I could not.

All I knew was that he was a man.

His blood-covered hand was the one that had smothered me before. The pain overwhelmed me, and I lost consciousness...

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the afternoon of April thirtieth.

The familiar voice whispered in my ear like a repeating nightmare. "It's your turn."

This time, I grabbed the woman and held on tight. "Who are you? Why am I alive again? Am I stuck in some kind of groundhog day?"