Your pre-teen son has been growing by leaps and bounds, and one morning at work, you look down to find that you have accidentally worn a pair of his pants to the office. After a small chuckle at your situation and a stroll to the water fountain, you feel something in the front pocket. You reach in and, to your surprise, find …
You’ve always admired the estate on the outskirts of the town where you grew up, and you are shocked when your late uncle’s attorney calls you to deliver the good news: Uncle Unger actually owned that property, and he left it to you in his will! It’s yours, free and clear, but the property taxes and update costs are at least as much as your current mortgage, and how will you heat the mansion? What do you do?
After a long hunt, you finally land what could be your dream job. On your first day, your new boss takes you to lunch at a local eatery and treats you to a meal of the best items on the menu. When it’s time to pay, though, he waits for the server to walk away and then picks up the bill and puts it in his wallet. Standing up, he tells you that it’s time to head back to work and walks out without paying. What happens next?
On your way home from work one winter evening, you run into Walmart to pick up a few groceries and a new laundry basket. It’s a quick stop, and you’re out the door in under 10 minutes. When you get into the parking lot, though, you can’t find your car anywhere, and the scenery has completely changed: nearby oak trees have been replaced by palms, the cold haze has turned to tropical sunshine, and passersby definitely aren’t speaking English. What happens next?
You’re sitting in your living room one evening, watching television and surfing the web. After browsing through the day’s news and hitting some of your favorite sites, you cruise on over to Facebook to see what your friends are up to. Once on FB, you find that someone has “tagged” in an Instagram photo, so you click through to find out who and what. Imagine your surprise when you see that someone you barely know has posted a picture of you at your laptop … in front of the television … tonight. The caption: “My new honey waiting for me to return home. I’ll be there soon!”
You’re in a movie theater at night watching the latest blockbuster thriller. Even though the place is fairly packed, the seats on either side of you are empty. Just as “The Conjuring” slides into a quiet scene you hear what sounds like springs popping to your right. You look over just in time to see the chair seat swing down on its own and then the cushion being compressed by some unseen force. What do you do?
It’s Friday night, and you’re tired from a long week at work. After eating a bit of comfort food for dinner and spending the evening in front of the tube, you decide to hit the hay early. You sleep like a baby and awake at mid-morning on Saturday feeling refreshed and ready for the weekend. When you roll over to look at the clock, though, you find that it’s adorned with a cold, severed, bloodless finger draped over the radio buttons on top. What happens next?
On the brink of your high school graduation, you and the rest of your senior class are invited back to your old grade school for a celebratory breakfast. When you arrive at the cafeteria, each of you is surprised to find an envelope next to your plate. Inside the envelope is a letter that you wrote to yourself as you exited grade school, predicting what you would do in the future. You read through the note, amused at your pre-teen ramblings, until you come to the postscript. There, to your shock is a note claiming to be from your 50-year-old self and carrying a dire warning. What does the PS say, and what happens next?
You are driving along a stretch of deserted country road late at night, returning home after a long drive but still in relatively unfamiliar territory. As you round a bend, your headlights play across an old, broken down truck at the side of the road. An even more ancient old man stands near the disabled vehicle, covered in dirt and grease, and waving his hands for help. The nearest house is miles away, and yours will probably be the last car to pass this spot until morning, and maybe until next week. What happens next?
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