the sirens and the stopping of time

I'd never heard that kind of siren before...

It woke me from my light sleep, and I lean over to check the clock.

It's 1:11 in the morning. Weird--I don't usually wake up this early, not even to get water or anything. Usually I'm too passed out to care.

I turn on the light by my bed and listen. EEEEooooowww-

The siren doesn't seem to finish its sound, and I'm beginning to get a little scared.

My mom is a light sleeper, so I figure she's probably awake.

EEEEooooooww...

Okay, that's it.

The siren echoes over the...where IS it coming from, across the water or the land?

Suddenly a scratching noise comes from the side of my wall under the window, making me jump. Ssccrch...

Claws? From a cat? No it sounds bigger...

The scratching intensifies. I switch off the light.

Whatever's out there isn't going away.

I sigh and pull the covers up under my chin. What if I'm dreaming? No, because I never see the time in my dreams. It certainly wouldn't be 1:11 AM...

Oh.

The time hasn't changed since about ten minutes ago when I first looked.

Something is definitely wrong here.

EEEooooowww.....