My Husband Killed Me In His Dreams

Every night, I dream that my husband kills me.

It is always the same.

The same mansion.

The same bedroom.

The same cold blade in his hand.

And just before I die, Sebastian looks into my eyes and whispers,

"I'm sorry, Serena."

At first, I convince myself they're only nightmares.

Until the things I see in my dreams begin appearing in real life.

A broken vase.

A scratch on our bedroom door.

A knife hidden inside my husband's study.

Then one night, I wake from another nightmare and find Sebastian standing beside my bed.

Holding the same knife.

Asleep.