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stairs, she felt her heart racing. This was usually an indication that she should take her pills. On her way to the kitchen, she decided that she would take a quick look at the computer, in a way to ease her feelings about what happened the previous day.
While entering the living room, she noticed a glare coming from the direction of the computer table. Although she couldn't exactly see the computer screen, she knew that the glare was coming off of it. She slowly eased her way into the room, eyes affixed in the direction of the computer. Then she saw it. It was the same image that was on the screen as the day before. There was the box, once again centered on the screen, with the word death clock in large bold letters. Although this time the box was slightly altered. Indeed it did have a number, yet this time the number was twenty-seven, compared to the last number of 89,330. So there it was, the number 27 followed by the words seconds remaining.

Tracey's heart began to race more and more. Oh my god, what is happening? What does this mean? Tracey asked herself. At that moment she heard the doorbell ring. Without hesitating, Tracey took one last glance at the computer screen, which read 15. The doorbell rang once more, and as that happened Tracey began for the stairs. Halfway up them, she stopped. She began to breathe hard, and she grabbed her chest. My pills, my god I need my pills, Tracey told herself.
Tracey then felt herself falling backwards. She made a weak attempt to grab the handrail, but it failed. The old woman fell backwards and began to tumble down the flight of stairs. At the end, there was a thud, followed by a cracking noise. Over in the living room, the box read 3, 2, 1, and then in read flashing letters, TERMINATED. Once more the doorbell rang, but there was no one to answer it. Tracey lay at the foot of the stairs in a discomforting position with a broken neck. It was a brutal death for a person, and yet from the moment she felt herself falling, Tracey knew that it was the end.
The doorbell rang one final time, and outside the door Dennis Seigel began to get frustrated. What kind of surprise is this going to be if my mother isn't even home? Dennis asked himself. Meanwhile, Dennis was shortly about to find out that he was the one who was in for a real surprise.
After resorting to knocking on the door, Dennis decided to go to town and call his mother on the phone. He guessed that his mother was still sleeping and could not hear the doorbell,

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