I got a warning from an unknown number: “You will die at 2:17 a.m. three days from now.”
Thinking it was a prank, I casually replied, “Be more specific?”
The reply came instantly: “An abandoned factory south of the city. A blow to the back of the head with an iron rod. Your body will be hidden in a freezer.”
Three days later, my company sent me to the factory south of the city to pick up some documents.
When I saw the office clock read 2:15, I hid in the break room, the only place with a freezer.
As the minute hand reached 2:17, the freezer door suddenly opened from the inside.
