The Woman Downstairs

On the first day I meet my new neighbour, we share a glass of wine and talk into the night.

But as I get closer to her, I discover she isn't who I thought she was. Then when I step into her home, my jaw drops. Everything in here is identical to my own flat - every cushion, every picture on the wall.

Except for the knife, covered in blood. My heart pounds in my chest. What has she done?I should never have got close to her.

I need to run. Then I hear a creak outside the door. And I realise, it may be too late...