Writing Prompt Time
It’s 3 AM. 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.”
I didn’t sleep well last night. I tossed and turned until I fell asleep, but even then, it was hard to stay asleep. In the dream, I started out in a room, all around me was nothing, just a blank white void. Then I heard them. Their screams echo in my head, but it didn’t sound like normal screaming, it sounded too uniform, like they planned when and what pitch to scream at. When I opened my eyes, I realized that it was too early to be awake, but was I really awake? I could still hear the screaming, I can hear them, they-Oh. It was just my phone. Wait what!? I shoot up into a sitting position, my head wasn’t ready for the sudden movement, so I gave my head a moment to catch up with the rest of me, then I grabbed my phone to see what was going on.
It was a phone alert...and, all it said was, “DO NOT LOOK AT THE MOON.”? What was even more bizzare was the fact that I had hundreds of texts, all from people who I don’t know. The fact that I don’t get close to any notifictions at all startled me even more. I was about to deleted all of the messages, thinking it was all a scam, but when I read some of them, they all said the same thing, one after the next, all of them. “It’s a beautiful night tonight. Look outside.”
“And that’s when you came.” I told the police officer as he got out a peice of cloth and some type of device next to him.
“Did you look at the moon?” he said.
“No sir, not after reading a warning like that.”
“Good, but just to make sure, I’m going to ask you a few questions.”
“Ok, what color is this blindfold?” He turned off the lights, the switch was right behind him, so it was easy for him to reach. I couldn’t really tell when he held it up, but it sounded like he has held it up by now.
“Um, it’s hard to see it, can you turn the lights back on?”
I wasn’t really paying attention to the color of the blindfold when he pulled it out.
“Just answer the question.”
Squinting my eyes, I tried to focus on where the blindfold should be.
“Is it a dark green?” I asked.
“No.” He said, he then turned the lights back on.
“Wait, but you’re not even holding the blindfold!” In truth, he just stood there in the dark waiting for me to answer.
“Thank you for the cooperation,” he said, “Please, put on the blindfold, I’m going to take you somewhere safe, away from here.”
I wrapped the blindfold around head, so that it layed over my eyes. I started to tie it.
“Is this so that I don’t look at the moon?”
I finished tying it and felt the officer grab my hand, and lead me to the door, he then opened it, and led me out of my apartment, and down the hall. He started to turn at random points and going through halls that shouldn’t exist. How much has changed since I’ve been asleep? I was completely lost at this point, so falling throughout the walk was enevitable.
“Wait.” he stopped walking, probably to listen to what I wanted to say. “Why don’t you need a blindfold?” Why did I walk around blind and not him?
”Well, ” he said, “I-” BANG!
A gun shot fired, interupting what he had started to say. The shot seemed to be fired on the floor above us, it was followed by the sounds of screams and more gunfire.
“What the hell was that!?”
Instead of answering, he grabbed my arm and started to run. I tried best that I could to keep up and not fall on my face in the process. We reached a pair of doors, as we were running out, I was shoved by something, hitting my side on the door, but I had no time to react, because the officer yanked on my arm and continued to run at full speed. We ran through what I assumed to be a parking lot, and we continued to run until I could feel the street beneath my feet. Why would we be crossing the street, wouldn’t he just park in the parking lot? As we reached the other side, I heard the doors of a bus open. Why would he be using a bus?! He lead me inside of the bus and I heard the doors start to close behind me. He started to untie the blindfold as we entered.
Once the blindfold was off, I expected to see, well, the inside of a bus, but when I looked around, I realized that this was not just a regular bus. There were strange devices all around, and all except for six of the seats had been ripped out. There was a table in the back that was covered with weapons, and all of the windows were blacked out a covered with the strange devices that littered the floor.
“Buckle up!” I heard someone yell behind me.
I turned to seethe driver closing a-what she thought was a recently built in-door seperating the driver’s side from the passenger’s side. Before he closed the door all of the way, he looked at my, smiled, and said, “Pleasure to meet you, your majesty.” While bowing his head, he closed the door, and locked it.