Granted. At first it seems quite nice, knowing someone’s thinking about you. But slowly people catch on to the fact that you’re the one who made the wish. Every time they sneeze, they can’t help but think of you.

The story spreads.

7 days from now you find yourself wracked in agony. Your eyes are bleeding, haemorrhaged from the violent shifts in pressure associated with repetitive sneezing. Your testicles are in a vice of agony, your bowel having herniated into them. Your throat is haggard and raw. And you’re starting to have difficulties breathing between all the sneezing. In the end you will suffocate, your final moments being a machine to your own destruction as your thoughts bend solely upon one target - you yourself, and hatred for the curse you’ve inflicted.