2 Years Too Late : Seen At 11:11
Chapter 1
Location: Claire’s bedroom – Maplewood, a small town near Portland, Oregon
Time: 11:02 PM
Weather: Light rain, overcast sky, wind brushing tree branches 🌧️
Claire hadn’t opened her curtains in three days.
Her room smelled faintly of lavender and forgotten tears.
The rain tapped gently on the glass.
It was quiet — until her phone buzzed.
She ignored it. Probably another late-night promo.
It buzzed again.
Then again.
Unknown
But I'm coming back
Claire stared at the screen.
Three messages.
From a number not saved.
But... familiar.
Claire
If this is a joke, stop. Not funny.
Unknown
You still sleep on the left side of the bed.
Unknown
And your nightmares haven’t stopped.
The room suddenly felt colder.
She glanced at the door. Still shut.
The window — locked.
But something in the air had shifted.
Unknown
You cried for 16 nights.
Unknown
You stopped on the 17th.
Unknown
You wore my hoodie every night that winter.
Her thumb hovered over the screen.
Liam had died two years ago.
A car crash.
Rain. Fog.
She was supposed to be in the car with him.
But he had insisted on dropping her off first.
Said he’d be fine.
He wasn’t.
Unknown
Then who’s been texting you all this time?
Claire’s blood ran cold.
She dropped the phone.
It buzzed again — louder, sharper.
Almost like a warning.
Unknown
Look behind your bookshelf.
Unknown
The red diary. Page 12.
Claire
WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME???
Unknown
To tell you the truth.
Unknown
About what really happened the night I died.
Draft
📍 Location: Claire’s bedroom – Maplewood, Oregon
🕒 Time: 11:14 PM
🌧️ Weather: Rain intensifying, distant thunder, wind rattling the window
Claire stared at the bookshelf.
The rain outside had turned violent — like it was screaming secrets through the wind.🌧
Her hands shook as she stood.
She hadn’t touched that shelf in months.
Dust. Silence. And something else — a pull she couldn’t explain.
📚 > Claire pulled the books apart.
There — tucked behind a photo frame and a cracked snow globe — was a red leather diary.
Just like the message said.
She hesitated.
Her fingertips hovered over the worn cover.
It smelled faintly of pine and blood.
"If she ever finds this, it means I failed. The truth was too big, too dangerous. But Claire deserves to know. The crash wasn’t an accident. And I wasn’t alone."
Claire
What the hell is this?
Claire
Who was with you, Liam?
Unknown
You shouldn’t have opened it yet.
Unknown
They might be listening.
Unknown
Are your lights off?
Suddenly, the power flickered.
Then died. 💡
Claire stood in complete darkness.
The only light came from her phone screen, glowing like a warning.
Claire
Is this some sick game?
Thunder cracked.
A loud bang came from downstairs.
Not thunder.
Not wind.
Something had entered the house. 🚪
Claire
I’m calling the police.
Unknown
Check the back of the diary.
Unknown
There's a key taped to it.
With trembling hands, Claire turned the diary over.
A small, rusty key was taped behind the last page.
It had a symbol. One she had seen before.
In Liam’s journal.
In his dreams.
The spiral.
The “Eye That Watches.” 👁️
📍 Location Shift: Hallway – Claire’s House
🕒 Time: 11:19 PM
The house groaned.
Footsteps — but not hers.
Slow. Deliberate. Wet.
Someone… something… was inside.
Unknown
You’re not crazy, Claire.
Unknown
You were right to question the crash.
Claire
I’m not going down there.
Unknown
But this time, don’t run.
Unknown
Or I really will die… again.
A shadow moved past the stairwell.
Not Liam. Not human.
Claire clutched the key to her chest.
And stepped into the dark. 🕯️
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