Isabella_Bissoon

Trapped in a relentless cycle of terror, New York writer Jade Winters, her neighbor, and a ruthless killer find themselves reliving the same deadly day over and over again. Each repeat unveils new clues and dark secrets, forcing Jade to confront both the murderer and the hidden corners of her own past. As the line between survivor and suspect blurs, every iteration of the day pulls them deeper into a web of deception, haunted memories, and impossible choices. But unless Jade unravels the mystery and breaks the cycle, she will be doomed to relive this nightmare forever-alongside a killer who's always one step ahead.

Murder On Repeat

I shove a cookie into my mouth, as I flip to the last page of this book. I'm almost done with the one Hannah gave me yesterday. I can't wait to tell her about it. As I finish the last sentence, I start to climb out of bed and put my fluffy pink slippers on. The slippers were fluffy and looked like a cute monster. It was so weird and odd but that only made me love them more. Once I'm done, I shut the book and start to walk out of my bedroom door to go to Hannah's apartment. I'm so excited to talk to her about it. I grab my keys shut the door behind me and started walking down the lit-up hallway.

When I got there, I noticed the door was opened, and the lock was broken off. Fear washed over me at the thoughts that came to my mind. After staring at the door for about a minute, I started to open the door slowly. "Hannah are you-"

I stopped mid-sentence at the scene in front of my eyes. There's shattered glass on the floor, (what I heard yesterday) blood painted the walls, and Hannah's lifeless body laid out on the floor, surrounded by a puddle of her blood.

I couldn't move, frozen in shock. As I stared at the scene in front of me, I noticed a letter by my slipper. I picked it up in horror, my hands shaking. As I was about to open the envelope, I noticed that it had my name on it. What is this?

When I finally opened the envelope, there was a piece of paper inside. It looked like some type of note. The paper was ripped and crumpled like it had been carelessly placed within the envelope. As I read the cursive writing that bleed on the paper, I became horrified and slightly confused at what it had said.

I shove the note quickly into my pocket and start running out the door. It feels like the world is slowing down with every breath I take. I hear my heartbeat racing against my chest in pure panic. I finally get to the doorway of the apartment, trying to unlock it with my keys. My hands tremble, shaking as I try to get the key inside the lock. I finally managed to unlock the door, running into the room to grab my phone.

When I finally have it in my hand, I start to dial 911. My hands are still shaking, as I bring the phone up to my face, listening to it ring in my ear. I start to hear a voice speak through the phone, "911, what's your emergency?"

"H-hello, I w-would like to report a m-murder."