The Killer's Recurring Nightmare

I got a SnapChat from my husband, asking me to open the door.

But he was just in the bedroom, taking a shower, right?

His phone was under the covers. So who sent that message?

*Thud!* I heard something heavy hit the floor downstairs.

Then, another video came through.

My hands trembled as I tapped to open it, and a chill went down my spine.

### Chapter 1

It was precisely midnight when I got a text from my husband:

"Maya, can you open the door for me?"

I glanced at Liam, who was showering in the bathroom. He always loved playing these twisted games to scare me.