The Killer Loop

He's lived this Tuesday one hundred and seventy-five times. Today he kills her again.A literary time-loop thriller for readers of Recursion, A Head Full of Ghosts, and I'm Thinking of Ending Things.John wakes at 6:47 AM to the same slanted autumn light through the blinds, the same kidney-shaped water stain on the ceiling, and a leather-wrapped hunting knife already warm in his hand. He doesn't remember picking it up. He only knows what it's for.He knows everything about Ava. He knows she orders a vanilla latte with oat milk at 8:17 AM. He knows the wobbly leg of her favorite table at Morning Glory Coffee and the exact way she tucks her hair behind her ear when she's reading. And he knows that before midnight on this Tuesday, October 15th, he will kill her.He has to. The compulsion demands it — a physical, visceral roar in his chest that quiets only when she is dead.One hundred and seventy-five Tuesdays. One hundred and seventy-five murders. Groundhog Day reimagined by a serial killer.But the loop is breaking.Ava is waking up with shadows of memories she can't explain. She finds journals filled with sketches of her own death in her own handwriting, ending with a single chilling line: He kills me every day. Across town, Detective Sarah Chen is piecing together a trail of ghost murders that shouldn't exist — crimes with no bodies, no evidence, no victims who remember anything happened, and a déjà vu she can't shake when she stands in the empty apartments where it all began.When Wednesday finally arrives for the first time in nearly six months, John discovers that freedom is more terrifying than the prison ever was. In a world with consequences, the monster who has already succeeded one hundred and seventy-four times has to decide whether he can stop.Or whether Ava — who has started to remember everything — will stop him first.The Killer Loop is a psychological horror novel about compulsion, memory, and the thin line between predator and prey when both are trapped in the same day. It asks the question that some monsters never stop asking: if the loop can't erase what I've done, can anything?A standalone literary thriller. Portland in the rain. One Tuesday. One hundred and seventy-five knives. Read more