You wake up one morning, eagerly awaiting the opportunity to blow off some steam following another long day at work. Maybe you’re hungover, or maybe you just finished watching the latest episode of Game of Thrones on Netflix. Whatever the case may be, you decide to kick back and relax, putting your feet up on the coffee table in front of your TV. Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door. Startled, you ask who’s there. After all, it’s only 7:00 am and you’d hoped to be left undisturbed. The person at the door replies: “It’s the postman!” You feel a wave of excitement wash over you as you think of all the letters and packages that have accumulated while you’ve been away. Amidst the joy of receiving mail, you realize that there’s a letter from the IRS. You groan, knowing it’s yet another tax letter, and you really don’t need to read it now anyway. Just as you’re about to walk away, the mailman hands you a package. It’s been a while since you’ve had a package delivered to your home, so as you frantically try to remember if you’ve ever received anything like this before, you rip open the parcel. To your delight, it’s a brand new PlayStation 4, and you quickly load it up with games. You’re still in shock from the unexpected delivery, and the excitement is too much to keep to yourself. You decide to celebrate by spending a few hours playing PlayStation 4 before settling down to do some work. Around noon, refreshed and rejuvenated, you walk outside to discover that it’s pouring with rain, preventing you from leaving the house easily. You throw on your raincoat and rush to your car. As you start the engine and begin to slowly drive away, you notice headlights in your rear view mirror. It’s the mailman! He waves and shouts: “Hey, man, that was fast!” You chuckle, waving back and smiling as you feel just a little bit better. The feeling of relief is short-lived though, as you soon discover that the car won’t start. You’re stranded! Panicked, you grab your mobile phone and call for help. After a brief pause, a woman’s voice answers: “Emergency services are on their way.” You feel a surge of adrenaline rush through your body at the sound of human voice. You’re not going to make it out of this one alive, you think, as you frantically look for a place to hide. You need to find somewhere safe, and the garage seems like a good choice. You pull into the garage, grateful for the safety that it offers. As you step out of the car, you hear a loud crashing noise coming from inside. You quickly rush to the garage door, trying to find out what’s causing the commotion, but before you can reach the door, it’s suddenly opened from the inside. An older man with a wild look in his eyes is standing there with a pistol in his hand. He’s demanding money, and you’re too shocked to respond. In that moment, you see a figure racing towards you and you realize that this is not going to end well. You feel fear grip your heart as the man with the gun draws closer and closer. You pray that someone will help you, but before you can do or say anything, you feel a sharp pain in your stomach, followed by darkness. That’s the last thing you remember before you woke up in your bed, drenched in sweat. You realize that you’ve just experienced a near-death experience, and you quickly hide your identity and location by logging off from social media. You’ve been hacked!
You wake up one morning, eagerly awaiting the opportunity to blow off some steam following another long day at work. Maybe you’re hungover, or maybe you just finished watching the latest episode of Game of Thrones on Netflix. Whatever the case may be, you decide to kick back and relax, putting your feet up on the coffee table in front of your TV. Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door. Startled, you ask who’s there. After all, it’s only 7:00 am and you’d hoped to be left undisturbed. The person at the door replies: “It’s the postman!” You feel a wave of excitement wash over you as you think of all the letters and packages that have accumulated while you’ve been away. Amidst the joy of receiving mail, you realize that there’s a letter from the IRS. You groan, knowing it’s yet another tax letter, and you really don’t need to read it now anyway. Just as you’re about to walk away, the mailman hands you a package. It’s been a while since you’ve had a package delivered to your home, so as you frantically try to remember if you’ve ever received anything like this before, you rip open the parcel. To your delight, it’s a brand new PlayStation 4, and you quickly load it up with games. You’re still in shock from the unexpected delivery, and the excitement is too much to keep to yourself. You decide to celebrate by spending a few hours playing PlayStation 4 before settling down to do some work. Around noon, refreshed and rejuvenated, you walk outside to discover that it’s pouring with rain, preventing you from leaving the house easily. You throw on your raincoat and rush to your car. As you start the engine and begin to slowly drive away, you notice headlights in your rear view mirror. It’s the mailman! He waves and shouts: “Hey, man, that was fast!” You chuckle, waving back and smiling as you feel just a little bit better. The feeling of relief is short-lived though, as you soon discover that the car won’t start. You’re stranded! Panicked, you grab your mobile phone and call for help. After a brief pause, a woman’s voice answers: “Emergency services are on their way.” You feel a surge of adrenaline rush through your body at the sound of human voice. You’re not going to make it out of this one alive, you think, as you frantically look for a place to hide. You need to find somewhere safe, and the garage seems like a good choice. You pull into the garage, grateful for the safety that it offers. As you step out of the car, you hear a loud crashing noise coming from inside. You quickly rush to the garage door, trying to find out what’s causing the commotion, but before you can do or say anything, you feel a sharp pain in your stomach, followed by darkness. That’s the last thing you remember before you woke up in your bed, drenched in sweat. You realize that you’ve just experienced a near-death experience, and you quickly hide your identity and location by logging off from social media. You’ve been hacked!