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So I've been reading a lot of creepypasta lately, and I woke up this morning at 4:34, and as I was trying to go back to sleep the idea for this story popped into my head. I wrote it right away when I got home.

I wake up in the middle of the night; seemingly for no reason. It's the beginning of winter, and a fresh coat of snow coats the ground outside my open window. That annoying streetlight that was so distastefully placed makes it shimmer and causes a dull light to shine into my room. I look at the clock; it's 4:34. Why am I awake? I never wake up in the middle of the night; I haven't in years. I think about this as I try to drift back off to sleep. I notice that it's extremely quiet. Normally this wouldn't be unusual for 4:34 in the morning, I know, but in a college dorm? Someone's always awake, no matter what time it is. Oh well, I don't dwell on it too much as I drift back off to sleep.
I wake up what feels like hours later. I look up and peer at my clock: 4:34. What the hell? Wasn't that what time it was when I looked last time? I know it's not p.m. because it's still dark, and that same dull light from before its still making the room glow. Hmm. Maybe I just thought I was sleeping, but really I just blinked. Or maybe I saw the clock wrong earlier in my sleepy daze. I feel so much more rested though. Eh, it doesn't matter; I'm a college student. There's always time for more sleeping. I start to drift off again, thinking maybe my crappy clock just froze or something. I don't care at the moment, though, as I'm already on my way back to sleep.
Again, I wake up. It's still dark, and I know I had to have gotten at least 9 hours of sleep by now. My body feels completely rested, and there's no way I could sleep any more. I glance at my clock; 4:34. Is it broken? Why is it still dark outside? Maybe the weather is just THAT bad. I climb out of bed and look out the window: no. There are no clouds; there's not even a wind; the trees aren't swaying at all. I go into the kitchen my roommate and I share with suitemates to look at the clock on the stove: 4:34. What's going on? I go back into the room to see if my roommate's awake yet. I flip the light on to get a better look, but all I can see anyway is a bundle of blankets, an arm, a leg, and a head. I swear we went to bed at the same time; how can she sleep this much? I contemplate waking her up but then decide against it. Let her sleep; maybe this is nothing.
I sit down at my desk and debate what the best thing to do in this situation would be. In the calm quietness of my own thoughts, I realize how quiet everything still seems to be. I put a halt on my thoughts and lift my head up from my hands, and just listen. There is literally no sound. All I hear is the white noise from the lights. I glance once again at the clocks; still 4:34. I don't understand this. What do I do? I decide to go ahead and wake my roommate up; usually she's grumpy when woken up, but I don't care, I think this is mildly important, and I want to know I'm not going crazy. I move over to her bed and try shaking her awake; nothing. She doesn't even stir. I call her name, but still, to no avail. She's normally not this heavy of a sleeper, but I chuck it up to the fact that we were at a party last night, and I decide to get dressed and go out to the one place that would still be open if it really IS 4:34 in the morning; Wal-mart. I need to find some people who are AWAKE so I can figure out what's going on.
I get in my car, and start it up. Of course the first thing I look at is the clock: 4:34 still. Whatever. I start to drive to Walmart, but as I reach the highway, all the cars are stopped. What the hell? It's not like they're stopped at lights; they're just randomly parked all over the road, still running. Like they were still driving, I think. I shake the thought from my head. Why would that be? I peer closer; it's hard to see in the dark with my heaadlights reflecting off of the windows; but it looks like everyone are still in their cars, too. I can't exactly drive anywhere with all these cars in my way, so I stop mine, get out, and decide to tap on the nearest car's window. No reaction. The driver doesn't even move. This is eerie. Am I dreaming? Am I crazy? What happened? I tap on several other cars but the same thing happens. Or, rather, nothing happens. I get back in my car, and luckily there's not much traffic since it's so late (or early), and I'm able to easily weave my way around the frozen cars to make it to the store. I park in the first available parking spot I see. There are a few other cars, too, and the lights are on in the store, so I take this as a good sign.
I walk up to the doors; they won't open. Of course. Automatic doors. Frozen time. Great. I pry them open, and when I finally actually get into the place, I stop in my tracks. No way. I stare at view in front of me. Though there aren't many people in the store, everyone who IS in there are just unnmoving. Cashiers are at there posts, in the middle of scanning an item or bagging something up. People are standing mid-walk with their carts, items, and bags in their hands, or still searching through items to find what they're looking for. Staring at them is like looking at a live photograph. It was all too creepy; I can't handle staying there, and I hurriedly make my way back out. As I'm back in my car, weaving myself through traffic again, I decide I'm just going to hole myself up in my dorm room and wait for things to go back to normal. Thinking about this more, I start thinking: How long will that be though? How long will I be in there? We're already short on food; we maybe have enough to get us through a week. I sigh, and turn around, heading back to the store. The last thing I want to do is go back in there, but I know I have to.
As I pry my way through the doors once again, I keep my head down and try not to look at anybody. I pretend that I'm in a store at 4:34 am and everyone is normal, but really quiet. I softly sing to myself to keep myself from getting too freaked out, and I head toward the grocery aisle. If anybody is in the way of something I want, i just forget it. I contemplated reaching around them and grabbing it but that was just too much for me to handle. Getting that close to a person who pretty much seemed dead was just not flying too well with me. I grabbed anything that I wanted, and then I realized: I could pretty much take anything I want right now and nobody would know or be able to stop me. It's like every end-of-the-world scenario where you're the only survivor. You can live in a lonely paradise. I grab a second cart, and head to the electronics section, like any normal person would do, right?
Heading back out to my car I feel slightly guilty, yet excitable. What if things do go back to normal? I could always return the items though, no matter how much I didn't want to do that. I load up my car, and head back to my dorm. After I have all the groceries put away, I'll try seeing if anyone else around the dorms are awake. Maybe my roommate is. I mean, why me? Is it the room? Did that room protect us from being affected by whatever's going on, or am I really the only one? I would mind a little less if it were during the hour of the day when there was sunlight, because then it would be a little less freaky. But being alone, in the dark, under these circumstances...It really messes with my head and makes me even more paranoid.
I'm still thinking about all these things even after I get everything I took unpacked. I stop, though, and work up the nerve to see if there's anyone else around. First I try my roommate again. Still nothing from her. I go into our suitemate's room; nothing from them. I try every room in our hall (the ones that are unlocked at least), flipping on every light that's out, and still, nothing. Finally I come upon a room where the people hadn't been sleeping. One guy is sitting on his bed, staring at his computer screen. His roommate is holding an Xbox controller and staring at a "Game Over" screen on the TV. Finally, I notice something.
I realize they're not breathing.
I, of course, panic, and run as fast as I can back to my room and slam the door. My heart is racing. I check my roommate. Also not breathing. I check my suitmates. They're not breathing either. Nobody is breathing. I turn on our television set; nothing is being broadcast. I can't stay in the same room with a dead body. I don't know if they're really dead or just frozen with the time, but the whole concept just totally freaks me out. I don't know what to do. Finally I decide to break into an empty dorm room and move everything I have into it. It must have taken several hours, but of course the clock still just says 4:34. I lock the windows and doors and just wait, entertaining myself until something happens.
It's been too long. I've started to lose hope. It's still 4:34. I'm going crazy from not being able to keep track of time or the date or anything like that. I mean, I guess it's still 4:34 on the day that I first woke up, but it's not, really. It has to have been a month now; I'm not sure though. I was always bad at keeping track of time, and it's even harder when time is stopped. I don't understand it, I don't think I ever will, and I don't know anymore if things are ever going to go back to normal. I've ventured out of my room a few times, to see if anything has changed, but nothing seems to have. Nothing noticable, anyway. Except one thing.

One thing I can't help but notice.

Everyone's bodies are starting to rot.

Yeah I pretty much creeped myself out thinking about it xDD

Thank you though!! redface