Ethan Blackwood's eyes snapped open, his heart racing, as the clock on his nightstand glowed 2:47 AM. The darkness seemed to press in around him, making his skin crawl. He tried to shake off the feeling, telling himself it was just a side effect of the late-night gaming session he'd had with his friends.

Lying there, trying to let his rampant thoughts settle down, suddenly the old radio on his desk flickered to life. Ethan widened his eyes as a deep, ominous voice spoke out from the speakers:

".Tragedy will strike at 3:14 AM. The clock tower will fall and the screams will echo through the night."

Ethan's breath caught in his throat as the voice fell silent, leaving him with more questions than answers. He threw off his covers and approached the radio; his heart was pounding in his chest.

What was this? Some kind of prank? Or something more sinister?

The dial, as he reached for the radio, was tuned to a frequency he had never seen. It was as if the radio had somehow. shifted. onto another channel.

The mind of Ethan reeled as he tried to fathom what he had heard. He knew he had to tell someone, but who would believe him? And what if this was more than just a prank?

The clock on his nightstand now read 2:52 AM. Ethan now had only 22 minutes to find out what the ominous broadcast was all about.