Hey guys, this is a short story I got from a random idea I had whilst thinking of Taeyeon's 11:11.. OFC it's not meant to be a creepy song at all, but I'm using it in this context! But without further ado... The story commences now ;)
You fidget and shiver as you glance rapidly back and forth at the time. It's 11:10 at night. You're all alone and you're just about to prepare yourself for another almost near death experience. You've gotten so used to nearly dying everyday, that its become laughable. Everything, has literally made you become immune to fear or emotions for that matter. It started when you turned 18, now you're 21 living alone in a flat all by yourself. No boyfriend, no friends, no family that you decided it would be best to keep out of contact, just for their own safety. You sigh and run a hand through your hair. Music begins to play and a soft voice begins to ring out. You think it sounds peaceful as the music and the singer's voice begins to put you in a trance, as you rock back gently against it. Then that's when it all kicks in. The eerily change in the tone and pitch of the singer and the figure standing right infront of you. Your eyes dart in surprise. Instead of usually pressing a blade to your neck, the figure with claws lunges for your throat and hoists you up higher in the air. You struggle with all your might when the figure, tightens their grip on you and you flail your legs about and try to compress the hold the figure has on you. It seethes with angers as it screams words at you, that seem incoherent because of the hoarseness in it's voice that you can barely make out what its saying. "REMEMBER ME". The figure sinks back into the shadows and the atmosphere returns to normal, as you glance up and see its 11:12. You sigh and fall back against the bed, as you hold your throat and notice the throbbing pain in your throat, feels like it was never even touched. You let out a sigh of relief, when the words begin to hit you hard. "Remember me". What even does that mean? You sigh again and tuck yourself in securely, knowing you won't be encountering the figure for another 12 hours. Sleep finally takes over and envelops you in a warm light and the dreams are as pleasant as anyone could ever want.
You wake up groggily, as you glance at your phone and it reads 10:15. You decide to get up and get something to eat, as the morning sunshine begins pouring onto your window and it reflects back as you squint your eyes at the intensity. Just before you retrace your steps, you notice a figure staring back at you. She's smiling and her smile is so angelic, so serene, tranquil and pure but that's when you notice her face sliding off and showing this hideous face, that's almost unbearable to look at. You slightly flinch at the sudden change and you avert your gaze and run over to turn down the gas, when you hear it bubbling. You look back at the window and see she's gone. You put a hand to your chest, when you feel your heart beating erratically fast and you gasp and let yourself sink to the floor. You let the water bubble and boil as your food's getting soggy and that thought, doesn't even cross your mind as you feel fear. You felt fear, at the drastic change of her sweet angelic smile; being nothing more than a mask to conceal what she truly is. Her taunting eyes and how it felt like something was beginning to click. Ignoring the thought, you managed to salvage your food and enjoy the taste of the slurping noodles and combined spices that dance around tantanlisingly in your mouth. The spices flare up your mouth but you immediately run to the fridge and before you know it.. It's already 11:11. The ominous presence and its voice ringing out in the room, as you slowly look around and see it standing. It's eyes melting from its face and you hold back a whimper, as it stalks closer. It's movements getting slower and heavier.
"Come and play... The fun's only starting Y/N"
Who's the girl? Is she linked into your past and why is she haunting you?
Find out next ch~
YOU ARE READING
11:11
Short StoryEveryday at exactly 11:11, someone has a knife to your neck and is slowly draining life and the blood away from your neck. Every time, that minute passes by it feels so surreal that you've gotten used to the fact you're just dreaming or hallucinat...