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I was on the bus when I got a text message. It was from an unknown number. The message read: "Get off at the next stop if you want to stay safe." My heart raced. Was this some sort of joke? I glanced around the crowded bus, wondering if anyone else had received the same message. Everyone seemed normal, chatting, scrolling through their phones, or staring out of the window.
I debated whether to ignore it or follow the mysterious warning. My stop was still three stops away, and getting off early would mean a longer walk home. But the sense of urgency in the message gnawed at me. As the bus approached the next stop, I stood up hesitantly. The doors opened, and I stepped off.
The cool evening air hit my face as the bus drove away. I looked around but saw nothing unusual. Just as I began to doubt my decision, I heard a loud crash behind me. Turning around, I froze in shock. The bus I had been on had collided with a truck at the intersection just ahead.
The scene was chaotic. Passengers were stumbling out of the bus, some injured, others dazed. Sirens wailed in the distance. My hands trembled as I checked my phone again, but the mysterious message had vanished. No trace of it remained in my inbox.
Who had sent it? How did they know what was going to happen? I never found the answers, but from that day on, I learned to trust my instincts—and mysterious text messages.
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