The Pop Up Screen Showed My Best Friend Was The Traitor
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Summary
The text message popped up the moment I walked in the door after work:
“Babe, I sent you that little triple-chocolate cake you love. It just arrived! Open up!”
In the first life, I opened the door, didn’t see a thing, and was stabbed to death instantly.
In the second life, I didn't open the door and hid in the closet, but the killer broke the lock, and I died in the closet.
In the third life, I scrambled into the basement ventilation shaft. The killer couldn't find me and left. But the moment I crawled out of the vent, the killer was there, grinning maniacally and raising his dagger.
