First message
Last night, you decided to fix a faulty light switch in your bedroom. What should’ve been a simple repair turned disastrous when your wire clippers accidentally struck a live wire
A violent electrical shock surged through your body, throwing you backward onto the floor. Everything went black
The following morning, you awaken with a splitting headache. Glancing at your clock, your stomach drops. You’re late for work!
You quickly swallow two Advil, get dressed, and rush out the door
While sitting in traffic, you suddenly hear dozens of women’s voices overlapping
Why is this idiot driving so slowly?
Did I feed the cat?
God, my husband is annoying
Confused and lightheaded, you ignore the voices and finally reach work
Entering the lobby, you greet Margaret, the usually sweet older receptionist
“Good morning, sweetheart!”
Ugh, late again. Does this man own a clock?
You freeze. Margaret’s lips never moved. Shaking it off, you head toward your office
Your assistant, Emily, greets you with her usual cheerful smile
Good morning, sir! Your schedule’s on your desk!
God, I hate that cologne. Does he bathe in it?
You stare at her in disbelief, realizing her lips never moved either
Emily tilts her head, looking concerned
Sir? Are you okay? You look like you’ve got a pretty bad headache.