Chapter 1

My boyfriend was having vigorous sex with my best friend on the bed.

I hid under the bed, secretly recording everything.

Suddenly, my friend's moans turned into screams. The bed began shaking violently, and blood poured onto the floor like a waterfall.

Then, her bloody head rolled down, her wide-open eyes staring straight at me.

I was scared out of my wits.

"What's happening? My boyfriend just killed someone?"

I came here today to catch them cheating. I never expected to witness a murder scene.

On the bed, my boyfriend was laughing eerily. The sound of the knife stabbing into flesh was still clearly audible.

I covered my mouth forcefully, making myself stay silent. Tears streamed down my face.

"Why would he kill someone?"

A few minutes later, my boyfriend Xander stopped moving. He seemed tired from all the stabbing. He lay on the blood-soaked bed and lit a cigarette.

Just then, my phone's SnapChat notification suddenly went off.

My heart sank. I clutched my phone desperately.

But he seemed to hear the vibration.

"Hmm?" He made a puzzled sound.

I felt the bed move. He seemed to be lifting the covers, searching for the source of the sound.

I almost cried out. I frantically switched my phone to silent mode.

The second I pressed silent, Xander's call came through.

"Ring... ring..."

The hollow ringtone lasted about a minute. When I didn't answer, he hung up and sent me a voice message on SnapChat.

"Babe, are you asleep? I'm working late tonight, so I won't come home to sleep."

After that, I saw his feet slip into slippers and step onto the floor.

The floor was covered with my friend's blood. As Xander walked, he left a trail of bloody footprints.

He seemed to be searching for something in the room.

Suddenly, he coughed violently twice.

I flinched, so tense I forgot to breathe. My friend Lily's bloody head was right in front of me, staring at me. Blood was still spurting from her severed neck, her face frozen in shock and terror.

Xander walked around naked in circles, but didn't seem to find anything.

He went to the kitchen, got a cleaver, and walked back to the bed.

His large feet were right in front of me. Then he began dismembering the body, chopping down with the knife like he was cutting vegetables.

By accident, he kicked Lily's head.

The bloody head rolled under the bed, almost face to face with me.

I covered my mouth tightly, trembling all over. The overwhelming smell of blood made me want to vomit.

But somehow I found the courage to push her head outward.

Just as Xander was walking forward, he kicked Lily's head like a soccer ball, sending it flying.

Xander froze and stopped what he was doing.

The cleaver in his hand kept dripping blood.

I prayed silently in my mind:

"Don't look under the bed. Don't look under the bed."

Xander stood still for a few seconds, then walked forward to pick up the head.

I breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed he hadn't discovered me yet.

My brain raced, thinking about how to escape.

My friend's apartment was on the tenth floor. Jumping out the window definitely wasn't an option. It seemed I could only escape after Xander finished disposing of the body and left.

But could I last that long?

Blood kept spreading under the bed. I twisted my body and moved further in to avoid the blood that was about to reach my mouth.

Xander returned to the bed and chopped for a while. Suddenly, Lily's hand fell to the floor.

My heart almost stopped. If he bent down to pick it up, he would definitely see me.

Xander hesitated, then slowly bent down to reach for the hand.

I closed my eyes in fear, covering my mouth to keep myself from screaming, praying to heaven for a miracle.

The next second, there was a knock at the door.