The final countdown It all started on Friday evening. I was wasting my time watching TV when, suddenly, someone knocked at the door. I was not expecting anyone. Who could it be? I went to the door and I opened it. Nobody outside. Just an envelope lying on the ground. I picked it up, I opened it and I read on a piece of paper inside it: The final countdown has started. You have only two days untill you die. Quickly, I ran out to try to figure out who left me the letter. I asked to my neighbour, Mr. Smith, who told me that he did not see anything, but he mentions hearing a strange sound. As a deep breathing, he said. It has been two days and I wonder who left me the letter. Maybe it may have been a joke or maybe not. It must have been one of my employees. I am sure about it. They really hate me. Now I am waiting in front of my door while a deep breathing is approaching from behind me.