[ WP ] A voice in the sky will tell you when you 've left a place for the last time . You tell your SO goodbye and head out to [ location of your choice ] . Halfway there you hear `` You have visited a location for the last time . ''

I've heard it countless times before, and I'll admit it really freaked me out the first few times. But now it was just one of those things. I first heard it in Cyprus back in 2004. We were visiting an uncle there and took a week vacation, and on a historical ( and rather creepy ) tour of some castle ruins in the middle of hilly woodland. As I left, a voice filled my head `` You have left a location for the last time.'' No one else had heard it, and no one else believed it. It happened a few more times in Cyprus, leaving the villa, the airport, shops and restaurants. Quite frequently actually. Back in the UK I visited a few random locations I had no reason to visit, just random shops in different towns. The voice repeated pretty regularly. I still do n't understand it, but I now automatically brace myself when leaving buildings, vehicles or towns. As I have an office job Monday to Friday and a pretty set routine, it's rare I hear it now during the week. In fact I think the last time I heard it on a weekday was 3 weeks back. I left a sandwich shop on my lunch break with a colleague. We visited this place maybe a couple of times a week, it was by no means my favourite cafe but cheap and pleasant enough. As we left with our sandwiches, I heard the voice: 
 `` You have left a location for the last time.'' 
 Now, when I'm in the middle of talking football, very little can put me off. But that one caught me off guard, I'll admit I was very confused. Although my colleague Dave wondered why I was laughing when I showed him the pubic hair in the middle of my ham and cheese sandwich. 
 
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 `` Shit.'' 
 It's 8:00am. I've normally left the house by now. I dash out of bed and I plug my dead iPhone in to charge. No wonder the alarm did n't go off. I quickly get dressed, and I do n't have an ironed shirt ready. Ah well, no meetings or anything important today. I dash round the flat, stuffing toast in my mouth followed by a token 20 second brushing of teeth. I grab my iPhone, back up to 15 %, that'll have to do. I leave the flat, the door slams behind me. 
 
 `` You have left a location for the last time.'' 
 
 I stop dead in the hallway. 
 `` What the f....'' I've never had reason to doubt the voice before. I'm panicking now, heart thumping as I stand there, staring at the door to my flat. Everything's so silent. So normal. 
 `` If I just go back in now, there's absolutely nothing stopping me.'' 
 I glance nervously round the communal hallway. I smile to myself. 
 
 `` There's literally nothing that can stop me going back in in the next 20 seconds.'' 
 I reach inside my jacket pocket for my keys. Not there. Next pocket. Not there. 
 `` Oh Shit.'' I feel sick. They've been locked inside. What the hell should I do? The landlord has another set, but he wo n't come straight out with them. I think about hiring a locksmith. What if something is going to happen to the building while I'm stood here? Should I risk going to work and calling the landlord from there? 
 
 I decide to leave the building. I have my car key in my pocket, so I go and sit in the car and put my iPhone back on charge. I call work. 
 `` Hey, I'm running a little late today, car trouble.'' I say to my colleague. 
 
 `` Ahh.. Okay. You know it normally would n't matter in the slightest, but..'' He says nervously 
 
 `` But what?'' 
 
 `` Dan's flipping out. Those files you emailed to Taylor last night did n't go through. They're going apeshit at Dan and he needs you here to straighten things out.'' 
 
 `` Crap. I'll be there as soon as possible.'' 
 My office is on the outskirts of London, in a pretty quiet neighbourhood. It normally takes 10 minutes to drive there. I'm not risking it, no matter how much crap I'm going to get at work. The tube would only take me 20 minutes, but I'm so paranoid of anything happening, if I get on the tube I could be risking so many other people's lives as well as my own. I decide to walk it. 40 minutes if I go at a brisk pace. I'll do that. 
 
 I get out of the car and am about to lock it when... 
 `` You have left a location for the last time.'' 
 I let out a groan. My heart's thumping. But I have the keys in my hand, the car is just there. I can easily just.... I hear some laughter from above. Crap. I notice two builders standing on scaffolding above. The roof to the building has been worked on for the past week. I instinctively make a dash to the street, getting as far away from the building as possible. I glance back. Nothing. No falling debris. I'm breathing heavily. 
 
 I gingerly make my way to work, constantly checking over my shoulder, above my head and down at the ground. I triple check before crossing roads, manically twisting my head from side to side as I cross. It takes me over an hour, but I make it. I get a bit of a earache off Dan, but I've made it here alive. I call my landlord, and arrange for him to drop a spare set of keys off after lunch. I still feel desperately uneasy, but much better whilst surrounded by my colleagues. 
 
 At lunch, we leave the office together. 
 `` You have left a location for the last time.'' 
 Whatever is going to happen is going to have to resolve itself pretty quickly, as my lunch break is only an hour long. What would happen if I just took a train and relocated somewhere new? Abandoned my flat, the car and my job? Then technically the voice is correct. 
 
 As we walked down the street, I saw the door to the old cafe we used to visit, I could just run in, grab a sandwich, leave and break the cycle. 
 
 `` Dave, I'm going to give them a second chance, I'm going in here''. 
 
 `` Ha, enjoy the pube sandwich pal. See you back at the office.'' 
 
 I step in. I immediately know this is the end. 
 
 `` SHUT THE DOOR.'' 
 A man in a Vendetta mask had a gun pointed right at me. The owner of the cafe was stood filling a bag with money from the cash register. A couple was lying on the floor, face down with their hands on their heads. 
 
 `` Oh shit.'' As soon as I said it, a wave of acceptance flooded over me. I knew this was it. The thief was a similar height and build to me. But with a gun in my face there was no point trying anything. I knew it'd fail obviously. 
 
 `` ON THE FLOOR! THERE'S TWO OF US SO DO N'T EVEN THINK OF TRYING ANYTHING.'' 
 
 I could n't see another, but I got on the floor. The woman glanced at me. I could see she had her phone in her hand. Her eyes darted from mine to the screen. I looked at the phone, she had called 999, and the call time showed 1 minute 30 seconds. So the police could be on their way. I did n't get my hopes up, I knew I was n't leaving here alive. The woman's partner shuffled slightly on the floor. There were objects from the table scattered on the floor. Before I knew what he was going to do he grabbed a glass water jug, leapt onto his feet and smashed the gun wielding thief of the back of the head! I leapt up to help. I grabbed the gun from the floor, but did n't need to. He was unconscious. 
 
 The owner dropped the bag of cash he was filling, and whispered: 
 `` There is another thief, he's emptying the safe round the back. He has a gun too and one of my employees... I have an idea.'' 
 
 He motioned to the jug wielding man: 
 `` Help me drag him behind the counter.'' 
 
 He took the Vendetta mask off the thief and threw it to me. 
 `` You, put this on. We'll get back in our positions and you pose as him. When the other guy comes in, you can let him past and take him down from behind, and we'll then help disarm him.'' 
 
 I pulled the mask on, holding the money bag in my left hand and the gun in my right. I was shaking, but realised it was the best idea to get everybody out of here safe. The owner and man joined the woman on the floor, as I pointed my gun at them and waited. I could here the movement and shouting out back. 
 
 A moment of realisation hit me. This gun was extremely light. It was a fake! Which meant, the other guys probably would be too. 
 
 `` The guns are fake!'' I hissed at the'hostages'. `` Your employee should be fine.'' I poked my head around the corner to listen out for the other thief. I was calm again, knowing there should be no immediate danger. 
 
 `` FREEZE!!'' Yelled a voice. 
 I turned quickly back to face the hostages, my fake gun still raised. 
 `` Oh n...'' 
 BANG. 
 I clutched my chest. 
 
 `` No! He's not one of them!'' The owner cried. It was too late. 
 
 I slumped to my knees, struggling for breath. With great effort, I tilted my head up towards the cafe door. I was looking up at a police officer in the doorway. His gun was still aimed directly at my chest. 
 

