[ WP ] You wake up in your studio apartment one day to find a mysterious clock . Standing in front of the clock words flash across the screen saying , `` TIME . UNTIL . DEATH . '' You see a countdown of 7 years , 43 days , 50 hours , and 27 minutes . You try to tinker with it and the countdown drops to 4 days .

*Shit. * 
 
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 I do n't know what in the world compelled me to put my hands on it in the first place. Hell, I'm not sure why I did n't call someone as soon as I saw the damn thing. It was a small cubed box with a satin black finish, not like regular digital clocks, and instead of telling time it showed a countdown. Columns for years, days, hours, and minutes placed under three flashing words: Time Until Death. 
 
 A prank, I had assumed. Time Until Death? How simple and hilarious the thought seemed, being able to know when someone will die. Some jackass friend must have sneaked it in while I was asleep. Thought it was Josh, bastard was notorious for messing with all of us at our get togethers. But would he really go this far to fool me? The more I thought about it, the less it made sense. 
 
 I had woken up earlier than usual, and something in the claustrophobic air of my apartment seemed off. And that was when I looked up to my kitchen counter and noticed the box clock. My first thoughts were that of confusion- what had I done last night? I approached the box and read what it's LED-like display read. The lights on this digital clock seemed a bit different though, they glowed a strange hue of orange-red, seeming to swirl in between shades. The time until death was originally 7 years, 43 days, 50 hours, and 27 minutes. 25 after I was done examining the display panel and the surrounding surfaces. Only one button on the back of the box. 
 
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 *Shit. * 
 
 As soon as my finger hit the button, the display blurred and seemed to flip through a slew of numbers. I pressed it a second time, and the blur counter came to a sudden halt. The hellish glow now displayed 0 years, 4 days, 2 hours and 32 minutes. 27 minutes after I was finished pondering my thoughts on why I had pressed it. I laughed it off, and pressed the button a third time. The display stayed the same. I pressed it again. 
 
 Nothing. 
 
 I shrugged it off, called the box a stupid hoax and let it leave to the back of my mind. I threw the box in the back of my closet, and went about my life. But the thought of the box was ever present in the void of my thoughts, and after four days I had to look at it. I had to see where it was at. 
 
 After digging it out of my closet, I set it out on my living room table. It read 4 hours and 22 minutes. My finger hit the button again. Nothing. Again. Nothing. After trying the button twenty or thirty times, I began trying to take it apart. I have hit it with a hammer, tried prying a side open, and attempted removing the button to get inside. My attempts have proven useless. 
 
 The clock currently reads 0 years, 0 months, 0 hours and 2 minutes. My name is Amanda Jones, and whoever finds me, please share my story and tell my parents I lo9fg iu 
 
 

