The Game That Predicts Death

It was called “Final Hour.”

No developer name.

No company.

Just a black icon with a white clock.

The description read:

“Find out how much time you have left.”

He laughed. Another cheap horror app. He installed it anyway.

The First Countdown

When he opened the game, it asked for only one permission: Access to contacts.

Strange. But he allowed it.

The screen went black. A digital clock appeared.

00:59:43

“What?” he whispered.

The timer began counting down.

59:42

59:41

At the bottom of the screen, a name appeared.

Imran Khan.

Rohan frowned. Imran was his friend from college.

Before he could react, his phone rang. It was Imran.

“Bro… I don’t know why, but I feel really weird. Like something’s wrong.”

Rohan felt his stomach drop.

“How long have you been feeling like that?”

“Just now. Like the air’s heavy or something.”

The timer read: 00:47:12

Rohan’s hands trembled. “Imran… stay inside. Don’t go anywhere.”

Imran laughed nervously. “Why are you scaring me?”

The timer continued.

00:12:03

Rohan’s breathing grew fast. He kept watching the numbers.

00:02:10

He tried to call again. No answer.

00:00:05

00:00:04

00:00:03

00:00:00

The screen flashed red.

A notification popped up:

“Imran Khan — Time Expired.”

Rohan’s phone rang again. Different number. A stranger’s voice.

“There’s been an accident.”

The phone slipped from his hand. He stared at the app.

Now the timer reset.

00:23:59:59

And beneath it—

Rohan Malhotra.

His own name. His own countdown.

The Trap

He tried to delete the app. It wouldn’t uninstall.

He turned off his phone. The timer continued on the lock screen.

He smashed the phone. The cracked screen still showed the ticking clock.

He ran to the police station. They thought he was insane.

He locked himself inside his house. Blocked every door. Every window.

Timer: 00:01:12:08

He stopped sleeping. Stopped eating. Watching the seconds disappear.

00:00:10:32

He realized something terrifying. The game wasn’t predicting death.

It was arranging it.

Every time the timer dropped lower, strange accidents happened around him.

A ceiling fan fell near him.

A gas leak sparked in the kitchen.

A car lost control outside his gate.

The world was adjusting itself. Trying to make the countdown correct.

00:00:00:45

Rohan sat in the middle of his room. “There’s no way out,” he whispered.

00:00:00:10

He closed his eyes.

00:00:00:03

The screen went black. Silence.

The Twist

Then—

A new message appeared.

“Congratulations. You survived.”

The timer reset.

00:59:59

A new name appeared below. Someone from his contact list.

The game had changed.

It wasn’t about predicting death.

It was about choosing who goes next.

And now—

It was his turn to decide.

Expansion: The Choice

Rohan stared at the glowing name beneath the timer. His heart pounded. It was Ananya, his younger sister.

“No…” he whispered.

The app pulsed, as if alive. A message appeared:

“Tap to confirm. Tap to pass.”

He hesitated. If he confirmed, Ananya’s countdown would begin. If he passed, the timer would return to him.

The app was no longer a game. It was a curse. A system feeding on choices.

He tried to throw the phone away, but the screen appeared on his television, his laptop, even the digital clock on his microwave. Everywhere he looked, the countdown followed.

00:58:12

He realized the truth: the app wasn’t installed. It was inside him.

The Revelation

Memories flooded back. The app had no developer, no company, because it wasn’t made by humans. It was something else. A program designed to balance life and death, using people as pawns.

Every survivor became the executioner of the next.

Imran’s death had bought Rohan time. Now Rohan’s survival demanded another sacrifice.

The timer ticked.

00:45:03

Ananya’s name glowed brighter.

Rohan screamed, smashing every screen in his house. But the clock kept ticking, projected onto the walls, the ceiling, even his own reflection in the mirror.

The Ending

He understood now. The game wasn’t about winning. It was about continuing.

Each player was chained to the next. A chain of death, stretching endlessly.

Rohan sat in the dark, trembling.

He whispered: “If I refuse… maybe it ends with me.”

The timer ticked down.

00:00:10

00:00:09

He closed his eyes, waiting for the silence.

But instead, the phone buzzed.

A new message appeared:

“Refusal detected. Chain broken. Restarting sequence.”

The timer reset again.

00:59:59

And beneath it—

Every name in his contact list.

The game had evolved.

Now it wasn’t about one person.

It was about all of them.

And Rohan realized, with horror, that he had unleashed something unstoppable.