The Week That Wouldn't End

Every Monday begins the same way.

The same alarm clock.
The same burnt coffee.
The same traffic report warning about an accident on the freeway.

And every time, she looks.

After witnessing a horrifying crash involving a headless body, sleepless nights and violent nightmares begin to consume her. At first, the dreams feel like trauma. A normal reaction to seeing something terrible.

But the nightmares keep changing.

The body moves.
The dead stare back.
And a tall headless figure begins appearing everywhere she goes-standing outside windows, reflected in mirrors, waiting in the middle of dark roads.

Then the week starts repeating.

No matter what she changes, no matter who she warns, every path leads back to the same crash... and the same horrifying ending.

Now trapped in an endless cycle of death, nightmares, and déjà vu, she begins to realize the accident may never have been an accident at all.

Something saw her looking that morning.

And it refuses to let her leave.

Because some roads don't lead forward.

They only lead back.