When I died, My Fiancé was Sleeping with His Sweetheart

When the rusty dagger pierced me, I was still holding the phone tightly, trying to ask Andrew Baker for help.

Andrew was my fiancé. "Hello, the number you dialed is currently unavailable..."

As I listened to the call being hung up, the last bit of hope in my eyes died out.

The next second, with a hideous grin, the man stabbed the dagger into my heart.

On a deserted, unfamiliar path, I lay there alone, with my eyes wide open in fear.

Blood flowed from my chest, taking my life with it.

Andrew and I just got engaged.

My parents were still waiting for me at home.