I am Surrounded by Serial Killers

My name is Jane Doe, and I'm positive my neighbors are serial killers.

The walls in apartment 32-B are thin, and I hear everything. The man upstairs, whose female guests shout and then go silent. The quiet girl next door, who never leaves but whose apartment smells like bleach. The family that passes the same suitcase back and forth but never brings in groceries .

My gut told me they were dangerous, and my gut is never wrong.

Now, they're watching me. Liu, the neighbor who seemed so helpful, keeps trying to lure me on a "trip" to Shenandoah. Alice, the quiet one, gave me food I'm convinced was poisoned. They're plotting to make me their next victim.

But they don't know one thing: I'm watching them, too. And I'm not going to let them win.