The Time Box: A Letter from the Dead
"Her Mother’s Final Message Held a Warning… And a Countdown to Her Murder"

I was told I had six months to live.
But my dead mother scheduled my death for tomorrow.
The diagnosis—stage IV pancreatic cancer—hung in the sterile hospital air like a death sentence. Dr. Nader’s voice was gentle, but his eyes held that clinical detachment I knew too well. "Focus on comfort, Ghada," he’d said, handing me another bottle of morphine-laced pills. I swallowed one dry.
That night, rummaging through my mother’s dusty attic, I found it.
A black metal box, cold as space.
Etched on its lid was an equation I’d studied for years: Schrödinger’s Wave Function.
My fingers trembled.
Mother—a brilliant, distant physicist—died when I was 15. We never made peace.
I typed the date of her death into the keypad.
Click.
Inside lay ten envelopes.
Each stamped with a future date.
The last one—tomorrow’s date—pulsed like a dark star.
I tore open Envelope #1:
"Ghada,
Trust no one. Especially not Dr. Nader.
He is not who he claims.
—Mom"
A chill cut through me. Nader? The man who’d held my hand through chemo?
Suddenly, my apartment door creaked open. Footsteps. Heavy. Deliberate.
Nader?
I hid the box under loose floorboards just as his shadow filled the doorway.
"Ghada? You look pale," he murmured, stethoscope glinting. "Your pain... is it worse?"
His syringe hovered near my IV.
Envelope #5 arrived with the rain five days later.
*"The killer isn’t the cancer.
It’s you.
Find what he hid in Room 3.
Solve this: X² + 2X - 15 = 0."*
I choked. Me? Was my body betraying me? Or was I poisoning myself?
The equation burned in my mind:
*X² + 2X - 15 = 0*
Solutions: *X = 3* or *X = -5*.
Room 3.
At midnight, I broke into Nader’s clinic. Room 3 was a blood-test lab. Behind a centrifuge, I found a file: "Project Lazarus: Synthetic Neurotoxins."
My bloodwork glowed on-screen—CLEAR.
No cancer.
The pills weren’t painkillers.
They were slow death.
The final envelope arrived with a silent hum at dawn.
Today’s date.
My hands shook as I slit it open:
"By now you know the truth.
Nader used you to test his weapon.
Confront him.
But know this—he will try to silence you.
—Mom"
Rage burned through the morphine haze. I stormed to his office, file in hand.
"Why?" My voice cracked.
Nader turned, calm as ice. "Your mother stole my research. This was... poetic justice."
He advanced, syringe aimed at my neck. "Such a pity. Terminal patients die so quietly."
I dodged, but the needle grazed my arm. Fire spread through my veins.
"You injected me—"
"With your final dose," he smiled. "You’ll be dead before sunrise."
I stumbled home, vision blurring. Collapsed at my desk. The Time Box glinted.
Thump. Thump.
A new envelope pushed through the slot.
Impossible.
With fading strength, I ripped it open:
"This isn’t your end, Ghada.
It’s your beginning.
The box isn’t a messenger.
It’s a doorway.
Enter the date you wish to escape to.
LIVE.
—Mom"
As darkness swallowed me, I typed:
6 MONTHS AGO
The box’s hum became a roar. Light swallowed the room.
And then—
silence.
I stood in my sunlit kitchen, healthy.
No pills. No Nader.
On the counter: one envelope.
"Change your fate, my daughter.
And make him pay.
—Mom
🔥 WHAT WOULD YOU DO?
If you had a Time Box, would you rewrite your past or risk the future? What’s your theory about Ghada’s mom? Did she time-travel or hack reality?
DROP YOUR THEORIES IN THE COMMENTS! 👇
*(Bonus challenge: Solve the equation X² + 2X - 15 = 0! Did you get "3" like Ghada?)*
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Comments (2)
Part 1 blew my mind! 🔥 But that twist with the pills... Damn! Was Dr. Nader working alone? And how did Ghada’s mom know EVERYTHING? That quantum box feels like a Chekhov’s gun waiting to fire in Part 2!"
This is a wild ride! The mystery around Ghada's supposed cancer and Dr. Nader is intense. Can't wait to see how it all unfolds. Finding out the pills were poison instead of painkillers is a huge twist. And that equation clue led to some big discoveries.