11:11 wishes are dangerous. Take warning. They should not be made. Fail to understand and utilize this information, and all will come true…all.
"I wish that all my other wishes would come true." "Hey, that's a good one." "Did you make a wish, Zack?" "Yeah. It's a secret, though. You'll find out later." "Awww… okay then." That was the start of horror. And I wish now- no, no more wishes- I want it to be true that all this never happened. But I don't wish it. I have had enough wishes for a lifetime. My name is Erith, and I am here to warn you… 11:11 is the most dangerous time of all.
The night after I made that wish, I dreamed about something I had thought all the way back when I was five years old. I had just made a new friend, and I wished that I could have pictures with them. I wanted to have memories of every friend I had ever made, and was planning on creating a scrapbook- something I actually do still have- of all the pictures and keeping it. I got the picture, but my wish came true again the next morning… a little more intensely than I had hoped it would.
"What. The. H***." That was the first thing I said when I went down to the printer in one of the small rooms in my apartment and saw it spurting out little squares with some sort of picture on them. They were lining the floor, covering the walls, they were at least an inch deep. I ran over as fast as I could to the printer. "How do I turn this off?" I shouted, though no one could hear me, the rooms were soundproofed pretty well. God knows why anyone would soundproof an apartment. Maybe they were going to be used as torture chambers or something, I don't know. 'Well, probably shouldn't think like that,' I thought, and tried pressing the "Job Cancel" button on the top, as that usually shut off the stupid machine and kept it from printing. But it kept going. I kept pressing it, thinking maybe it was jammed. I tried the power button, taking all the paper out of the bottom, removing the ink, everything I could think of to make it stop working. The last idea I could come up with was to just unplug the thing. As I bent down, I saw the picture being printed. It was of me and a friend I had when I was little, smiling and playing together in a sandbox. I unplugged the printer and looked at some of the other papers. They were all the same. Thank god, the printer finally shut off, but the images were at least two inches deep, covering everything in the room and making it impossible to walk. I had no clue what had happened. But that was nothing compared to what I would see next.