Terrifying Death INS

Helen was standing not far from the office building when the woman leaped from the upper floors. She fell to the ground, her head shattered, blood splattered everywhere. Helen's phone displayed the time: 2:12 a.m., February 25, 2011.

A cold sweat broke out on Helen's forehead. He turned and ran, as if something terrifying were chasing him from behind. Half an hour later, still shaken, he sat in the subway, his damp hand clutching his phone, which suddenly vibrated. Helen shuddered and slowly unlocked it. It was a new INS reply notification: “February 26, 2011. Below the Red Star School on Brightness Road. Your end.”

Without a word, Helen's trembling hands shut off the phone. When the subway arrived at the station, he strode out briskly. He didn't believe it. He couldn't accept that the person online, calling themselves "The Reaper," was truly a god of death who could control human life and death.

Helen had an inconspicuous INS account, where he vented frustrations and shared observations daily. One day, he noticed a user named "The Reaper" in his mentions. Out of curiosity, Helen clicked on The Reaper's profile. To his astonishment, every post was a death record, like some morbid archive. At first, Helen thought this was just someone with a strange hobby. After all, the internet was full of all sorts of people.

Then one day, Helen stumbled upon a new post from The Reaper: “February 24, 2011, at 3:45 p.m., a car accident on Montaigne Avenue in District B of City M, resulting in two deaths.” Helen's school was right next to Montaigne Avenue. From the eighth-floor classroom, he could see the entire street clearly. Glancing at the clock, it was already 3:35 p.m. According to The Reaper, a tragedy would occur in just ten minutes. But Montaigne Avenue looked perfectly normal.

Helen replied to that post: “I'm on Montaigne Avenue right now, and everything is fine. Don't you think your hobby is a bit childish?”

The message was quickly replied to: “You don't believe in The Reaper.”

Helen chuckled: “Ha, buddy, you're really into it, aren't you?”

“Soon, you will believe.”

Helen thought this guy named The Reaper was just obsessive, completely deluded. He didn't continue the conversation, picked up his teacup, and walked to the window, quietly watching the street below. At that moment, he felt ridiculous for caring so much about a random INS post.

While he was thinking, he saw a crowd gathering at the intersection of Montaigne Avenue and Xiping Avenue. Helen's heart suddenly felt uneasy. A few minutes later, the sound of sirens could be heard in the distance.

It really happened! Just as Helen was about to go downstairs to see what was going on, his classmate Xiao Wang came out of the elevator: “Brother Dong, where are you going? The area downstairs is cordoned off.”

“What happened?” Helen asked cautiously.

“A major traffic accident! Two people died on the spot. It's terrible.”

Helen was stunned. He rushed to the computer and opened The Reaper's INS. There was a new post: “February 25, 2011, at 2:12 a.m., a woman jumped from the Oriental Building and died.”

Helen's hands trembled as he replied: “Who are you?”

The person named The Reaper seemed to be waiting for Helen: “I am The Reaper.”

“I don't believe you.”

“Many people don't believe it, but many end up having to. Didn't you just witness it? You can continue to verify tomorrow.”

Helen wiped the sweat from his forehead. He suddenly didn't know whether to believe this guy or not. If the previous one was a coincidence, would the death prediction for tomorrow come true?

The next day, Helen still went to the Oriental Building and witnessed the woman's death with his own eyes. And that eerie death prediction had just foretold his own death time and place. He didn't believe it. He didn't believe in that damn Reaper, and he didn't believe his fate could be controlled by someone else.

The Red Star School was where he studied. On the afternoon of the 26th, Helen stood downstairs, staring at his surroundings. He didn't believe he would die. After more than ten minutes, there was no abnormality. Helen couldn't help but laugh. He knew that Reaper was a liar. Just as he laughed and walked towards the elevator, a strong whooshing sound came from above. A huge piece of glass fell from the building and struck Helen's head.

As he fell, his phone displayed: 2:12 p.m., February 26, 2011.

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