March 11th, 2010. The day was unlike
any other day.

Why do I keep waking up at this time?
3:11. These numbers keep occurring.

Three plus one plus one equals 
three eleven.

-Howard, you're very bad man.
-There's 311 days in a year.

-I think you're blowing this whole thing
way out of proportion.

-My shoe size is three eleven. 
How do you explain that, huh?

-I can't. I doesn't make any sense!

Do you think this might be a coincidence?

Put your hand on my ball.

(Gasp) I see something!
You are cursed boy!

-Cursed?

(Hysterical laughter)

(Nonsensical mumbling)

It all comes out to three eleven!

All these phone numbers have 
three eleven in them!