One mysterious night, when I was rushing back home, I felt my heart fainting, with my heartbeats dropping low. I was tired and weary, but I remembered my language teacher had assigned an essay. I peeped in my school bag and my binder. A note fell to the floor. Filled with curiosity, I lifted the note and folded it open. Big, black, and bolded words were presented before me: "Enjoy your last hour. Good luck." 

These six chilling words put my heart in my throat. I called my friend, Insiya but she didn't answer the phone. I could already feel death's cold had embraced me. I thumped  downstairs but my mother was no where in sight. Losing control of myself, Fifteen minutes passed when the doorbell rang filling the eerie silence. I forced to open the door hoping someone would help me. All that I glanced was a brown parcel waiting on my doorstep. I thought it was one of my mother's online shopping deliveries. But, I could only wish for a change of fate.