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The First Test
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2026-04-22 05:58:25The words wouldn’t leave my mind.
“You’re already being tested.” I read the note again. Then again. Like repeating it would somehow make it less real. It didn’t. If anything… it made it worse. Because now I understood something clearly. This wasn’t starting. It had already started. And I had no idea when. My phone vibrated. The sound snapped me back instantly. I looked down. New message. “Test one begins now.” My chest tightened. “Stop this,” I typed quickly. “This isn’t funny anymore.” The message delivered. Seen. No reply. For a moment, I thought maybe it was over. Maybe whoever was behind this had pushed far enough. Maybe. The phone vibrated again. “You have 5 minutes.” My breath caught. Another message followed immediately. “Leave your apartment.” I stared at the screen. “No,” I whispered. Not this time. Not again. I had already followed once. That didn’t mean I had to keep doing it. “I’m not doing anything you say,” I typed firmly. My fingers trembled slightly, but I sent it anyway. For a few seconds… nothing happened. Then. “4 minutes.” My jaw tightened. This was ridiculous. A bluff. It had to be. “Or what?” I typed again. The reply came instantly. “Or someone else pays the price.” Everything inside me went still. Someone else? “What does that mean?” I typed, faster now. No answer. “Who?” Still nothing. My heartbeat started rising again, faster this time. More urgent. Because now… It wasn’t just about me anymore. The phone vibrated. “3 minutes.” I cursed under my breath, pacing the room. Think. This was manipulation. Psychological pressure. That’s all it was. They wanted me to panic. To react. To follow. And I wasn’t going to give them that. “I’m not playing this game,” I said out loud. But even as I said it… The words didn’t feel solid. Because a small part of me kept asking. What if it’s not a game? The phone vibrated again. “2 minutes.” I stopped pacing. My thoughts collided all at once. Who could they mean? Someone else… A friend? A neighbor? A random person? Or. Someone specific? My grip tightened around the phone. “Tell me who,” I typed again. No response. Of course. That would make it too easy. The silence pressed in again. Heavy. Uncomfortable. And then. A sound. Soft. Faint. But real. From outside. I turned toward the door instantly. Listening. There it was again. A muffled thud. Like something falling. Or someone struggling. My heart started pounding harder now. No. No, this wasn’t. The phone vibrated. “1 minute.” I didn’t think anymore. I moved. Fast. My hand grabbed the door handle and pulled it open. The hallway was no longer empty. A man was on the ground a few steps away. Struggling to get up. His movements weak. Unsteady. Like something was wrong. Very wrong. “What the hell.” I rushed toward him. “Hey! Are you okay?” He didn’t answer. Just a low, strained sound. Like he was trying to speak… but couldn’t. My chest tightened. This wasn’t coincidence. This wasn’t random. This was connected. It had to be. I pulled out my phone quickly. “I’m calling for help,” I said, my voice tense. The screen lit up instantly. Another message. “Time’s up.” My stomach dropped. “What did you do?” I whispered. The reply came immediately. “You hesitated.” I looked back at the man. His breathing had gotten worse. Shallow. Unstable. “No, no, no, stay with me,” I said, kneeling beside him. My hands hovered, unsure what to do. Call an ambulance. Now. I opened the dial screen. The phone vibrated again. “You were warned.” My chest tightened painfully. “This isn’t on me,” I said out loud. “You did this!” No reply. Of course not. Because that wasn’t the point. The point was. Control. I looked down at the man again. His eyes met mine for a brief second. Weak. Fading. And in that moment… Something inside me shifted. Because this wasn’t a threat anymore. This wasn’t words. This was real. This was consequence. The phone vibrated again. I looked at it slowly. Almost afraid to. New message. “Next time… don’t hesitate.” My grip tightened. Hard. Because now I understood the truth. This wasn’t about following instructions. It was about obedience. And if I didn’t give it… Someone else would suffer.
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