Hey guys! I don’t have anything to write about this week, so I decided to go with another prompt. This one, I found on Pinterest! Speaking of which, Pinterest has a lot of great writing prompts (just be careful not to spend too much time on that site. It’s great for absorbing time/procrastinating).
Prompt: “It’s 3am. An official phone alert wakes you up. It says “Do not look at the moon.” You have hundreds of notifications. Hundreds of random numbers are sending “It’s a beautiful night tonight. Look outside.”
(This will be a three part story, and is my attempt at writing a genre I normally don’t touch)
Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt.
I groaned, rolling over in bed, trying to ignore the buzzing from my night stand. “It’ll stop soon,” I murmured sleepily to myself.
Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt.
I rolled over again, but this time to glare at the source of the incessant buzzing. My phone, which was quickly making its way across the wood surface. Just beyond that was my alarm clock, which blinked 3:06 in bright red numbers at me.
Who can be calling THIS late at night!? I thought with a scowl, watching my phone, until it finally reached the edge of the night stand. I caught it as it fell off, and finally turned on the screen to look.
Official Report: Do not look at the moon.
I studied that first notification, one of those official alerts the government sends when there’s sever weather or a missing kid. With a shrug, I swiped that away… and gasped at the next thing I saw.
659 New Messages my text app declared. Wait. 660…661…662…663… it kept climbing with each vibration, which was almost non-stop. Scared to look, I tapped on that, and looked to see who was sending me all of the messages.
The first twenty numbers or so, I recognized. It was every single contact I had in my phone. Friends, family, study buddies from school, co-workers, even a few exes I had never deleted because of laziness. But then, after that, they were random numbers I didn’t recognize. The area codes were from all over the place. Most, I didn’t even recognize.
They all said the same thing.
It’s a beautiful night out tonight. Look outside.
My heart in my throat, I remembered the official report I had gotten from the weather app, warning me against looking at the moon. It was strange. After all, the moon was harmless to look at… right?
The continued buzzing of my phone said it might be worth my while to not look, but… I was curious. Slipping out of my bed, I padded over to my window, which had the curtains drawn. Taking a deep breath, I cracked them slightly, looking down instead of up.
The front lawn and drive way were bathed in crimson light, which reflected off of my dad’s white jeep and Mom’s blue minivan. The neighbors across the street stood in their front yard, staring up, while they were texting on their phones.
The temptation was almost too great, but I turned aside, forcing myself not to look.
That’s when the screaming started.
Thousands of voices from all over town, screaming. I quickly looked at the neighbors again, and gasped. They were still staring up, but their faces were contorted. From pain or madness, I couldn’t tell. But the red light in their eyes… it didn’t look like it was the reflection of the moonlight. I quickly backed away from the window, letting the curtain fall back into place, until the back of my legs hit my bed.
Then I realized two of the screams… were coming from inside my house.
“Mom? Dad!?” I called, turning towards my door. I was almost afraid to open it.
Suddenly, silence. Not just the screams, but from my phone, as well. I hadn’t noticed that it had stopped vibrating when the screaming started, but now all was quiet.
Too quiet, after that horrible screaming. I quickly walked over to my door, took a deep breath, and opened it.
Mom and Dad were in the hallway, slowly shambling towards my door. Their eyes definitely glowed with a red light. I gasped at the sight of them, and they both turned to look at me.
“Mom? Dad?” I asked softly. They opened their mouths…
…and emitted those horrible screams again, diving at me. I screamed in fear and dove back into my room, slamming my door shut. There was two almost simultaneous thuds from the other side of the wood, and I winced.
Then they began scratching at it, as though having forgotten how to use door handles. Fear pumping through me, I quickly put on my shoes and jacket, pocketing my phone, and tying my hair back. The keys to my Dad’s jeep were still sitting on my night stand, where I had tossed them after my driving lesson with Dad earlier, and I snatched them up. I then stood at my window once more, and took a deep breath.
“I should be okay, as long as I don’t look at the moon,” I muttered, before throwing open the curtains. The red light shone through the window, turning my room the shade of blood. I shivered at the thought, opened my window, and kicked out the screen.
Just then, the door opened, and my parents let out that scream again. Without looking back, I climbed out the window, slid down the roof, and grabbed onto the tree that grew in our front yard, right near my window. Keeping my eyes down, I half-fell/half-climbed down the branches, and made it to my Dad’s jeep, unlocking it and climbing in.
Just as I shoved the keys into the ignition, there was a sickening thud from the front yard. I looked over, and gasped. My father’s body laid in the front yard, his arm and leg held at a funny angle from where he fell from the roof. I expected him to stay down, too hurt from the broken limbs.
What I didn’t expect was for him to push himself up, glaring at me in the jeep with those red eyes. His face didn’t even show any of the pain he must have been in.
“This can’t be happening… this has to be a nightmare!” I gasped around the lump forming in my throat.
Then my mother fell off the roof, landing in exactly the same way as Dad. And like Dad, she too pushed herself up, lumbering towards the jeep.
With a scream, I started the jeep and slammed it into reverse, tearing out of the driveway. I spun as I jerked the wheel to the side too hard, trying to turn once I was on the road, and spun a few times.
Finally getting it under control, I threw the car into drive, and floored it, just barely controlling the vehicle. I only had a few driving lessons under my belt, but they had taught me the basics.
Despite my curiosity of the moon, I managed to keep my eyes forward, and the source of the red light behind me, so as to not accidentally see it.
The red light illuminated a grisly scene. The cars that had been out on the road at three in the morning were either haphazardly parked, still running, or had crashed. Fires, everywhere.
But the people… that’s what scared me the most. All of them were like my parents: glowing red eyes, completely devoid of emotion.
And the screams… whenever someone noticed me in the jeep, the screams would start. And like flies to honey… a huge group would attack the jeep. Each time, I floored it, not caring that I was running over friends and strangers alike, or people who have families.
I didn’t know what they would do to me if they caught me. Rip me apart? Eat me? Force me to look at the moon? Whatever it was, I didn’t want to find out.
Just as I reached the next town over from mine, the red light faded, and the sky turned into the dark gray it becomes when dawn is about to break. My limbs and eyes felt heavy as my adrenaline began to wear off, effected by the short amount of sleep, and the abundance of fear I had experienced in just one night.
I slammed on my breaks, screeching to a halt, as a large black van burst out of the tree line next to the the road I was on, and stopped right in front of me. I only caught glimpses of details. Tinted windows. No license plate. Many antennas on top.
Another screech from behind drew my eyes to behind me, where a second of those vans had appeared.
Six men jumped out of each, rushing the Jeep. Each wore dark suits, their faces completely covered in dark masks. I gripped the steering wheel, ready to run them over and to go off road driving, when the first one reached my door, yanking it open.
“He~!” I gasped, cut off as he yanked me from the diver’s seat and out of the jeep. I struggled against them, especially when one of them started to put something over my face.
“Restrain her!” one of them yelled, and suddenly, both arms were twisted to behind my back.
“Let me go!” I cried, struggling hard, before suddenly snapping my head back.
Lights popped before my eyes as pain seared through my head. I groaned, lowering my head for a second in pain.
“Get it on her!” another called.
One of the men grabbed my chin and tilted my head up, forcing something dark and claustrophobic over my face. I gasped, suddenly short of breath. It didn’t help that the thing restricted airflow.
“Breath, you have to breath!” one of the voices said urgently. But the panic and fear I had felt up till now, combined with these men, and the claustrophobic thing over my face, did me in. A few moments of hyperventilating, then… nothing.