She’s got $200,000 in cash. He’s got a car. And a suspiciously ominous black box.
When a woman hires a driver outside L.A. to take her—and a mysterious black box—to Washington, D.C., she lays down strict rules: no questions, no phones, no peeking. But as their bizarre cross-country trip unfolds, social media explodes with conspiracy theories. Is it a bomb? A hoax? The start of civil war?
With every mile, tension grows, the stakes twist, and the box’s secret becomes harder to ignore. Darkly funny, wildly inventive, and disturbingly plausible, I’m Starting to Worry About This Black Box of Doom is a road trip thriller for the age of online hysteria.
Because sometimes the truth isn’t stranger than fiction—it’s just weirder than you’re ready for.
