I murdered my roommate out of jealousy, not knowing it was all a setup. Chapter 1

At 00:45 AM, a woman with a knife appeared in our dorm room, killing my roommate on the bunk below. The police investigated, but strangely, they declared there was "no such person." It was like the killer was an invisible ghost, utterly untraceable.

It was 0:45 AM. I was still scrolling through videos in our dorm when I got a text from my roommate, Brianna.

* "Don't make a sound. There's a woman with a knife right outside our dorm room!"

I thought Brianna was just messing with me, so I didn't reply, intending to go back to my videos.

But then, the next second, I heard the old wooden door creak open. A chill shot down my spine. I immediately turned off my phone, even muting it to avoid any noise.

Then, I heard slow footsteps coming further into the dorm room.

In the dead silence of the early morning, those footsteps echoed on the floor, sounding incredibly eerie.

* *Tap… tap… tap…*

Every step made my heart pound. How could a woman get into the school?

The campus gates had security, and RA Lopez was downstairs in the dorm building. How did she even get in?

I clamped my mouth shut, terrified to make a sound, my breathing turning shallow and careful.

I wondered what her purpose was in coming into our dorm, but before I could think of anything, the footsteps stopped.

Through a tiny gap in my bed curtain, I could see her. She had stopped right in front of my bed!

Her head was bowed, looking at Brianna’s bed. Her long hair hung over her face, and she wore a red dress. The gap in my curtain was too small, so I couldn't make out her features.

She was holding a fruit knife. Suddenly, she looked up towards my bed. I quickly slammed my eyes shut, pretending to be asleep, terrified she’d see me.

Several minutes passed with no movement. I forced myself to open my eyes again, peeking through the gap.

The woman stood in front of Brianna’s bed, staring for a long time, muttering something under her breath…

Maybe it was just the profound quiet of the early morning, but I could barely make out a few words.

* “How… not enough… kill you…”

Just a few fragmented words. I had no idea what she was talking about.

But I could tell she was here for Brianna. Yet Brianna usually got along well with everyone. I’d never heard anyone badmouth her or mention her having enemies.

I didn't dare call the police. I was afraid the woman would hear me. And I certainly didn't have the courage to stop her.

My heart was racing, hammering against my ribs.

Then, I heard a sharp gasp from the bunk below. I watched as the woman with the knife started stabbing Brianna, over and over again.

In just a few moments, the gasps died out. I heard the woman's footsteps as she left.

Shaken to my core, I tried to compose myself. After two hours, once my emotions had somewhat settled, I called Professor Miller.

Our advisor was terrified and rushed to the dorm, immediately calling Dean Harrison and RA Lopez.

Professor Miller and Dean Harrison stared at the blood pooling on the floor from Brianna’s bed. They didn't even dare pull back Brianna’s bed curtain, calling the police directly instead.

Police sirens wailed outside the campus gates soon after, and officers quickly arrived at our dorm.

The sirens woke up a lot of students. Some, still in their pajamas, rushed out of their rooms, curious to see what was happening at our dorm. But Professor Miller quickly herded them back inside.

Seeing Professor Miller and Dean Harrison arrive, I finally dared to get out of bed. My legs were shaking so badly I could barely stand.

Professor Miller woke up our other two sleeping roommates, Lillian and Harper. I was still in shock, but they were barely awake.

But when they heard Brianna was dead, they both sobered up instantly, horrified.

The police pulled back Brianna’s bed curtain. Everyone gasped at the sight.

Before she died, Brianna looked like she’d seen something truly terrifying. Her eyes were wide open, staring forward, never closing.

Her neck had several deep cuts, almost severed. Her entire bed was soaked in blood, which had already flowed onto the floor.

Aside from the body, no murder weapon was found at the scene. Not even a single fingerprint of the killer was discovered.

I turned away and dry-heaved a few times, forcing myself to look at Brianna despite the nausea.

The police quickly removed Brianna's body and took the three of us from our dorm to the police station.

The police questioned us separately. Here’s what we each said:

**Police:** "Were you the one who called your advisor to report Brianna's death?"