[ 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 .

*That's not my clock. * 
 
 He woke up slowly. He was groggy and did n't feel well. The white noise of the rotating fan at the corner of the room drowned out any sound that was coming from outside. He rubbed at his eyes, trying to wipe the sleep away, trying to get passed this odd feeling he had. He rolled over, away from the clock and closed his eyes. He was n't sure what had woken him up in the first place, but it was his day off, and he wanted to sleep in. Pulling his blanket around his shoulders, he sighed softly, almost comfortable, almost back asleep -- - 
 
 *Did I set my alarm?... what a weird looking -- -That's not my clock! * 
 
 -- -A few seconds later he had jumped out of bed, instantly awake. He knelt down, face inches away from a blinking screen saying, `` TIME. UNTIL. DEATH.'' 
 
 Below it, a timer was counting down. It showed 7 years, 45 days, 2 hours, 27 minutes. He tried to pick it up, but it would not move. He looked closely around the base to see what it was attached too, but found nothing. It was not plugged into any outlet. From what he could tell it was just a simple box with a screen on one side. 
 
 He did n't know where it had come from, all he knew was he wanted it gone. 
 
 He lived alone, none of his friends had a key to his apartment, he checked his door, it was dead-bolted on the inside. 
 
 *Where did this thing come from? * 
 
 He studied it closely, what seemed to have been a perfectly smooth surface before, he now realized there was a small gap along the edges. He rushed to grab his toolbox and moments later he had a flat-head screwdriver positioned along the edge of the box, and a hammer ready to swing down. 
 
 *Clink! * 
 
 He stared blankly at the screen which had now changed to 4 days, 38 minutes. Screwdriver dropping to the floor, he angrily struck the box over and over with his hammer, but it remained undamaged. 
 
 Defeated, he set the hammer on the table, grabbed a towel and covered the blinking clock. 
 
 The next four days seemed to flash by. He did n't think about the clock, in fact, it was almost completely forgotten, until the morning of the fourth day. 
 
 He had awoken with a start, there was a sharp ringing in his ears. He awkwardly made his way to his bathroom to begin his day. He brushed his teeth, took a shower, washed his hair. He stepped out of the shower and started drying himself off. 
 
 He paused. An image of the clock flashed in his mind. 
 
 *Four days... it said. * 
 
 He felt he should leave alone, but he had to know. 
 
 *Was it still counting down? * 
 
 He rushed towards the table it sat upon. A few steps away from it, he stepped down on something... 
 
 Losing his balance, he slipped on the screwdriver that had fallen to the floor days before, his hand shot out to grab something... anything to catch his fall, but all his hand could grab was the towel that covered the clock. 
 
 The clock uncovered, *That's not my clock, * and a split second before his head hit the corner of his bed, he saw the clock hit zero. 
 
 
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 edited for spelling and grammar, also, changed the clock countdown timer, from topic post, changed 50 hours, added 2 days and 2 hours, made more sense that way.
