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Short Film/Series Idea: 11:11 or W.I.S.H.

TIME PUBLISHED: 11:42PM

So I've had this idea for a while now, since I've been wishing on 11:11 since I was a kid. The 11:11 superstition (when you make a wish on 11:11, that wish will come true) is one of my FAVORITES and I still like to do it for fun. Being an avid user of the Internet, I found that one post on tumblr saying that "what if 11:11 actually works and grants wishes but someone had wished that 11:11 didn't work?"

Well, first off, that guy was a total jerk, and second off, I decided to write something about it.

Summary

Centuries ago, the superstitious belief that 11:11 held mystical powers and granted wishes to those who wished on it was proven to be true. There were set rules about what you could wish for, of course, and not all wishes could be granted. The W.I.S.H. agency has revolved their mission around this superstition for centuries, assigning people all over the world to look over and process wishes that people make. W.I.S.H Agency, aka the Wish International Society for Hope (lol that's all I could come up with, I'll try to come up with a better one) had members secretly initiated all over the world. Eventually, the agency was disbanded due to mysterious circumstances, and wishes haven't been processed at 11:11 since. The superstition of wishing at 11:11 became just that - a superstition lost in time.

Fast forward to the present, where Joelle Santiago is a typical high school student in a suburban neighborhood. Like any other, she stays up watching all the hours of the night pass by. One night, she goes to a party with some friends and the party is busted by police. Everyone scrambles to flee the scene as police catch party-goers left and right. Joelle is one of the lucky few to escape and quickly call for a hotline. The time is 11:11. Joelle quietly wishes that she can quickly and safely get home, yet it is pointless because she is 2 hours away from home. Her phone's battery dies as she tries to dial a hotline for a cab service. She quickly searches for a telephone booth. The police cars drive by and almost have her cornered. Joelle runs, finds what looks like a telephone booth. Desperate, she runs into the telephone booth as the red and blue lights hunt her down, and she is shocked to find that the telephone box inside the booth had been disconnected and removed. Joelle, about to lose hope, closes the door to the booth as the police cars park and the policemen run outside of their car with flashlights. Suddenly, Joelle is grabbed into the empty telephone box by a strong force as the policemen approach the booth, and all goes black.

In the morning, Joelle wakes up in her bed, wearing her pajamas as the sun streams through her window. Joelle is confused about if the party was real or a dream. It is 7:45am, Sunday morning. All is quiet in her house. Joelle plugs in her phone to charge it and she finds that everything seems reset - her room looks cleaner, her bed made. Joelle then thinks she is going insane because what if she was in another dream right now? Or in a coma? Joelle quietly gets ready and tries to make the most of waking up early in the morning. Joelle's phone is revived, and she finds numerous text messages from worried friends wondering where she had gone, if she was caught, did she make it home, and if she wanted to go out for the next weekend. Joelle realizes that the party did happen, but she had no idea how she got home.

The incident bothers her the entire week, then Saturday comes. Joelle decides to skip going out with friends and stay home for that weekend. As Joelle is surfing the Internet, the clock strikes 11:11pm. Nothing happens, and Joelle is relieved to be home. It is still 11:11pm. Nothing.

All of a sudden, a loud thump is heard inside her room. Confused, Joelle doesn't even know where to start to investigate the noise. Suddenly, she hears coughing coming from under her bed and finds a boy pop his head out. Joelle smacks a pillow on his head, not believing what is happening.

Joelle finds out the boy's name is Aydan Burnette, a boy whose father is trying to start a new generation of W.I.S.H. agents and revive the agency and the power of 11:11. Joelle thinks that boy is talking nonsense and tells him to get out of the house. Aydan begs Joelle to help him because he and his dad had seen what had happened in the phone booth that night. Joelle thinks that it is all ridiculous and still proceeds to kick Aydan out. Aydan decides to give up and starts to climb under Joelle's bed to leave. Joelle, now curious and frustrated, follows Aydan and finds a passage that transports them into an abandoned, grimy building.