11:11

When I was in middle school
there was a girl who loved scary things.
She would always bring in ghost story books
and taunt me like an ant with a magnifying glass
because I didn’t like scary things.

That was uncool of me.

And now everytime I see the clock strike
11:11pm
I think of her,
and a chill runs down my back.
It gets cold.

Because in her ghost story
she said a couple of teens died in an accident,
and when they died
the clock flashed
11:11pm
and that was the way they communicate with the living.

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