11/11
A young girl suffered from insomnia, and throughout the night she’d often wake up for no reason. One night she awoke, and in the daze of half-sleep, she blinked in the darkness. Just for a second, she thought she saw a pair of reptilian eyes, gazing at her and glowing red. She sat up and stared at them, quickly realizing that it was only her clock. It was 11:11. She sighed and tried to go back to sleep.
The next night, she awoke and instantly looked at the clock. It was exactly 11:11. This began to repeat itself night after night. Sometimes even during the day, for no reason whatsoever, she would stop whatever she happened to be doing, and spin around to look at the nearest clock; always at 11 minutes past 11 o’clock.
As her insomnia got worse, she thought she’d try some white noise to help her sleep. She turned on her clock radio to play music softly. It worked well, so she kept doing it for the next few nights.
One night, she awoke with a terrible start, covered in cold sweat. Rather than being in a sleepy daze, she was completely awake now. The radio was still on, but instead of music she heard static, and a lot of erratic clicking noises. Breathing heavily, she stared at the glowing numbers. You know what time it was.
BANG. Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest. A door had just slammed to her right, outside of the room. She heard a pair of inhumanly rapid footsteps running from the sound of the door slam, all the way around her, behind her head, and to her left. Another BANG as a door was slammed shut.
Her blood ran cold. Her bedroom was on the second story, and the wall behind her faced outside; there were no doors or floor there. Suddenly she felt an urge to run. She didn’t care where. She leaped from her bed and ran faster than she’d ever run in her life. In what felt like less than the blink of an eye, she’d run through the hall, down the stairs, out the door and to the end of the street.
She doubled over, panting. After a moment she looked back at her house, at her dark bedroom window. She stared at it for a long, long time.
When at last she began to feel calm again, she carefully walked back to the house. She’d left the front door ajar, and a lot of cold air had gotten in. She closed it behind her and turned on all the lights as she made her way back to her bedroom. She hesitated the most as she turned on her own light. The room looked perfectly normal, but as soon as she heard the static coming from the radio, she rushed over and switched it off.
After that night, she never listened to that radio again. The girl didn’t sleep a wink for many, many nights.
She told only a handful of people what had happened. Her parents, a few of her friends. The responses were all more or less the same.
“It was just a dream, it only -felt- real.”
“You were so tired, maybe you just imagined it?”
“I believe YOU believe it happened, [name removed]…”
What you need to know is that this story is very true. To this day, the girl (well, she’s a woman now) has never slept soundly. None of us know for sure what is so special about 11:11. But she did tell me this: whenever that moment strikes the clock, she feels the same strange sensation. She says it’s just like that feeling you get when you know you’re being watched.
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You do know that the ancient Maya calendars predict the world will end on December 21st, 11:11 PM? Creepy…
WHO WAS WHITE NOISE?
Anyone else notice it was uploaded at 11:11?
…WHO WAS FOOTSTEPS??!!
Great. Now Im scared of whitenoise.. *Sleeps with fan on*
Y’know, I just checked a Bible, for curiousity reasons, and apparantley there’s an 11:11 in Revelation, saying something about God breathing life into some people about 3 and a half days after they died, and people who saw them felt great fear.
But what does it mean? Some form of necromancy?
Man…I was just about to finish the story, and I saw the clock on my computer…11:11. So fucking creepy man.
LAME
That was weird. Scattered and random.
my birthday is 11/11 :O
Why do I not believe this?
I got scared. I have waken up at 11:11 a few times and I always wake up at 3:44 whenever I have bad dreams. Also when I was reading some comments…I read the one that said that it was 10:15 there I looked at my clock and it was 10:15 as well.
THEN WHO WAS FOUR-EYED SIDEWAYS-NOSED REPTILE?!
Btw, every time I’m riding in a car or bus, I always seem to look at the clock when it’s 3:20 pm. Is that bad? :(
Holy shit, it was 11:11 when I read this, and bri/x/ were shat. Not that scary, but the fact it was the same time when I read the ending and looked at the clock freaked me out.
11:11 hmm i might as well set my clock for that time then! I want to be watched by scary stalker snake perv lol
but then again…WHO WAS LAWL?
haha it’s 5;13 pm…not scary at all..
wat
THEN WHO WAS CLOCK?!
Loved this story.
I actually had something similar to me happen two night in a row at 11:11. We’ll see if I sleep tonight…
i kinda have the same thing, but my time is 10:52.
No matter what im doig, i always manage to catch the clock at 10:52.
Nothing weird has ever happened, or made me paranoid… but its just getting to be a very big coincidence.. and the more it happens, the weirder it is.
I had an thing that happened with the number 11.
Its better then this one.
Its my prayer number. C:
go to bed at half 11 then? or maybe just sort of…make the clock face the other way? that’d stop the paranoia right?
Ugh, this girl I used to talk to would always freak out at 11:11 and refuse to answer my texts til I made a wish. XD
But yeah, @ 14/Vince
The kid’s right, 3 am is the Demonic Witching Hour. In fact, I’m at that time now. It’s supposed to be the time when spirits are most active. Maybe energy is causing you to wake? Maybe I sound crazy right now? Dunno. Oh well.
Its so creepy….I can relate to this story…My friend gave me the link to this story, and when I read the title I felt a chill.
Great story lol
may i just say… that this story relates to me so well…. i always always when i am asleep ( which i usually go to bed at 10 and fall asleep at 10:30) i always ALWAYS! wake up at 11:11 not on min off not one min ahead. this story relates to me sooo much that the whole time i was reading it i go a cold chill. everytime i wake up at 11:11 i look all though out my room for something or someone but i’m no sure what it is. I laugh also when i am at school i’ll turn to a good friend of mine and say what time is it? she’ll say 11:11 without even knowing anything about the whole reasoning. i told her after about maybe the 5th time it happened. sooo creey… when i see that title i was like NEEEEDDDD to read! er..great story lol
11:11 is hammer time
Not the creepiest pasta I’ve ever read but it was still pretty good. I liked the ending.
Holy crap…I read this and it’s 3:31pm now.
D:
CREEPY!!!! OMG
See? That’s why I always stay up until 2 in the morning. That, and because I’m still hoping that Santa bastard will eventually show up. Ate my damn cookies… Psh.