404 ; My Death Data

Raat 3 baje mujhe link mila.source code check me meri death data likhi thi.

404: My Death Date

It started at 3:03 AM.

I couldn't sleep. I was scrolling through random forums when someone posted a link. The message just said: "Check this. It knows things."

The link was weird. `www.404-notfound.net`

I clicked it. The page was completely blank. Just white. In the center, in small black text, it said:
404 ERROR. PAGE NOT FOUND.

I was about to close it when I got curious. I'm a coder. I hit Ctrl+U to view the source code.

What I saw made my blood run cold.

At the top of the code, there was a comment:
<!-- User: Ahmad Ali -->
<!-- Location: Lahore, PK -->
<!-- Death Date: 14.04.2027 -->

My name. My city. And a date. Two years from now.

I refreshed the page. Still blank. I checked the source again. The date was still there.

I told myself it was a prank. Someone must have pulled my data from somewhere. But how did they know the exact date?

For the next week, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I tried to find who owned the website. Nothing. The domain was registered to "Anonymous".

Then the messages started.

Every night at 3:03 AM, my phone would buzz. A text from an unknown number:
"3 years, 4 months, 11 days left."

I blocked the number. The next night, a new number.

On the 7th night, I decided to fight back. At 3:02 AM I opened the website again and opened the source code. This time there was something new at the bottom:

<!-- Do you want to change it? Y/N -->

My hands were shaking. I typed Y and hit enter.

The screen went black. Then one line appeared:
"To change your fate, you must delete someone else's."

And below that, another name. Not mine. A stranger's name. And a date. Tomorrow.

I closed my laptop and didn't sleep that night.

The next morning I checked the news. A man with that exact name died in a car accident.

I haven't opened that website since.

But sometimes, at 3:03 AM, my laptop turns on by itself. And I see that blank white page staring at me.

I don't know how many days I have left.

And I don't know if I have the courage to choose.

Moral: Some doors are better left unopened. And some errors... should never be fixed.