This book contains 18 chapters and spans 141 pages.
 
She died exactly as I dreamed — every breath, every scream, every silence. I never met her, yet I knew her final moments better than my own. When the dreams began, I thought they were echoes of someone else's grief. But they kept coming. And then the names started matching. Now I’m dreaming strangers into graves, and someone is watching me do it.  
A psychological horror that blurs the line between guilt and prophecy, *I Dreamed Her Death Before She Died* explores the terrifying possibility that our nightmares aren’t just memories — they’re warnings.