I was bored sitting in my house at midnight. I asked my roommate "do you want to go for a walk?"
"No, it's not safe out there this time of night." He replies. I shrug.
"I'll just go by myself then." I say back, not really minding.
"No, don't go. It's. Not. Safe." He says in a serious tone. I just shrug it off and walk outside.
I go through the woods, thinking about circling back when I hear a stick break. "Hello? Who's there?" I spin around and gasp, seeing a body in the middle of the clearing.
"I told you don't go." Someone whispered in the woods I run over to the body, as I reach it, something sharp hits me in the head. I fall to the ground, the same spot the the body is. But I don't feel anything under me. I don't feel anything at all, but I can still see.
I see myself walk into the clearing, I can also see my killer, standing off to the left of me, holding the knife that is in my head. I run over to my own dead body, not knowing it's me.
I watch my own murder take place. My roommate throws the knife into my head, and I fall, resting in my spot, forced to watch my murder over and over and over again.
