That was a shreak of a little girl. A little girl that was close. Very close. She was my neighbor. I could tell because she screamed every night at exactly 11:11. I don't know why, but she did.
Her parents were very mysterious. They would never go out and their house was either always locked or the curtains were completely closed and and wouldn't open up again. Their house was also very dark and there were no lights in it, only candles.
One cold and gloomy night, I went out of my room at exactly 11:05 and walked over to the little girl's house. That night I was curious to know what was happening to her. Who those people were. Why they were so secritive.
The minute I stepped onto their porch, I felt tingling all over my body and my throat got dry and itchy. I waited for what felt like an eternity, then finally, it was 11:11. I didn't move until I heard the shreak from thr little girl, but that night there was nothing. Only the sound of TV laughter. I still walked up to the creepy old door and rang the bell. There was no reply. I rang again and still, no reply.
I rang a third time and the little girl answered but he didn't look normal.