[ WP ] You receive a box in the mail , containing a digital clock counting down , and a note , saying `` When this clock hits zero , you will die . ''

It ’ s been two days since the package arrived. It was a day like any other. My alarm went off at 7:30, I dragged my unemployed ass out of bed sometime around 11, and I downed a coffee, mentally preparing myself for another day of searching for a new and exciting dead-end job. That ’ s when the doorbell rang. 
 
 I opened the door and was faced with a skinny man dressed in a UPS uniform two sizes too big and a tacky gold chain, with errant strands of greasy hair covering his forehead. He thrust a small box in my direction. 
 
 “ Ay boss, got a package for ya ”, he barked in a thick New York accent. “ Just sign here! ”, he continued, assaulting me with a PDA. I scrawled something vaguely resembling my signature on the device and took the package inside. I slammed the package down on my kitchen counter, and grabbed the nearest knife, tearing the box open. Packing peanuts rained down from the box as I flipped it over to free the contents. 
 
 A folded letter now sat on my counter, next to a small bubble-wrapped parcel. “ Jesus, it ’ s like a birthday party ”, I mused to myself. I unfolded the paper. 
 
 ** “ UPON THE COUNTDOWN REACHING ZERO, YOU WILL DIE. ” ** 
 
 Ominous, but meaningless. I ripped open the bubble-wrapped package and examined the contents. Inside was a small flip-clock radio. Very Groundhog Day. The display, however, was unusual. Rather than showing the time, it was counting down. 71 hours, 40 minutes, 12 seconds. 
 
 That letter made a bit more sense now. 
 
 So here I am, two-and-a-half days later. I ’ d like to say I spent the last 60-or-so hours talking to my family and friends, or snowboarding, or going to brothels, or something exciting like that, but the reality is I stayed in, staring at the clock. Unblinking. Going crazy. Trying to figure it out. 
 
 I didn ’ t, and in just a few short hours, I ’ ll be done for. I ’ ve started to make peace with it. 
 
 Two hours left. I wish I ’ d learned to juggle. 
 
 One hour left. I ’ ll never know how Game of Thrones ends. 
 
 Half an hour left. I ’ m staring finality in the eye. Bring it, reaper. 
 
 Twenty seconds left. I hold my breath. 
 
 The clock ticked over to 00:00:00. 
 
 A voice emerged from the speaker… the UPS guy? 
 
 “ You got pranked, bro! Look, here ’ s the camera! ” 
 
 A small camera emerged from the side of the radio. 
 
 “ This is going on our YouTube channel, MoeAndET. Be sure to subscribe and check out more of our pranks! Peace out, bro! ” 
 
 *Goddamnit. *
