I keep killing my roommate every night and he wakes up the next morning as if nothing has happened
So I (36m) ended up having to sign a lease and move in with a complete stranger named Adam almost a year ago. Adam (33m) was a bit unusual but we got along okay at the start. He was a bit too strict about chores and would constantly use my belongings without permission.
We ended up having a massive argument and I just lashed out in anger and punched him in the face. I remember watching in slow motion as he fell backwards and hit his head off the table. It was very clear that his neck had snapped as it shouldn't bend at that angle. I quickly ran into my room and hid. I didn't think that I would sleep but somehow I drifted off.
I awoke the next morning and was terrified to walk out of my room as I knew what awaited me. I eventually plucked up the courage and let out a scream as I saw him sitting at the kitchen table eating his breakfast. He looked at me confused and asked if I was okay. I just stood there with my mouth agape until he finally left the apartment.
I convinced myself that what happened was all a dream as it was the only explanation. That night when he came home we ended up talking about some random stuff and actually enjoying each others company for the first time.
I got a bit too drunk and decided to try something out. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed the sharpest knife we had. I could see the shock on Adam's face as I plunged the knife into his chest repeatedly. I will admit that I got a bit carried away and stabbed him over a hundred times. I walked to my bedroom and couldn't wait to see what tomorrow would bring.
I woke up the next day and yet again Adam was fine. I realised that I could live out my deepest darkest fantasies and noone would ever know. Every night I watched the life leave his body as I used another method to kill him. It became like a ritual that I did just before I went to sleep.
I came home this evening and decided to take the night off from killing him, as I was exhausted after a long day of work. I sat down on the couch and just tried to relax. I could see that Adam was giving me a few weird looks but just ignored him. I saw him shrug before walking away into the kitchen. I had forgotten about him until I felt him stab the fork into my eye. I began to scream in pain as Adam said "I guess it is my turn now", before running a knife across my neck.
