The Count Down
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Last published Thu, Jul 27, 2017
When pop-ups started showing up on our phones telling us the exact time that we would die, we thought it was a joke. Until my best friend was found murdered, at the exact time the pop-up said she would be dead. Five students are dead already, and I'm next. I have three weeks, 27 minutes, and 4 seconds until he comes for me. The count down has begun.
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