“Make sure not to touch anything. I’m guessing you already know about the victim from the message sent to you all.”
“Just that she was a witch, and her sister was also murdered last week.”
“Twin sister, to be exact,” The cop revealed as he led us into the sitting room or what I believed to be the crime scene. Looking around the room, I suddenly understood why this place seemed familiar. It was because I was here last night witnessing a woman die and the man who murdered her!
I thought it was just a dream, but now I was beginning to think not. Or was I still dreaming? However, even after discreetly pinching my arm, I found myself still in the room.
The apartment looked the same as it had been in my dream. The only differences were the chalk outlines of where the woman’s body had once
