Beatles Horror Stories

Deep Space

I remember how big of a deal it was when plans for the first manned expedition into space were revealed.

Even more exciting was the fact that it was something of a space station, though it was only planned for us to be out here for a week at most.

We weren't the first ones to be taken on this exact trip, but we're certainly the last ones.

As I look through the circular window, I hear as Paul still cries by the boxes that contain our food and water.

George just allows himself to float aimlessly as he stares off into nothing, no doubt being mentally destroyed by our predicament.

John holds onto the open door that leads to the main room of what has become our only home out here.

I remember, after there being many successful trips made by this very rocket, us being offered the chance of a lifetime.

Of course, there was things like cameras and a room with a large telescope in it for research purposes that we had to fulfill during the week-long experience, but none of us really cared about that.

That telescope room is the very room where we find ourselves now, though the telescope remains vacant as I stare through the window that it was built to face.

This tool was always facing Earth every time it was sent into space, from what we heard. Not once had it failed to find that big blue planet.

Not till...

When we were sent up here just hours ago, everything was fine.

George was just staring through the telescope as I was enjoying floating around as I pleased, hoping that there was no such thing as motion sickness in space.

John and Paul were off in what was considered the bedroom when we decided to check up on them.

I never thought that sleeping standing up while strapped in a sleeping bag would be comfortable, and I'll never find out if it was ever supposed to be.

The bedroom was on the opposite end of the room where the telescope was, and as we all were just enjoying our time together, something happened.

The rocket began to shake.

There are no windows in the bedroom, so all we could do was hang on to anything we could.

Oddly enough, it was quiet.

Things that would have fallen and shattered on the floor under normal gravity floated off in multiple directions.

There was no sound of something cashing into the rocket form the outside, but even if some asteroid or something had made contact with us, it wouldn't have caused the whole rocket to shape as if it was an earthquake that was somehow in space.

It was five minutes later when it stopped, and we all just stared at each other as we clung to poles and counters.

We waited a moment to see if anything else was going to happen.

When nothing did, we all went from room to room to see if anything had been damaged.

Since there was no windows in the bedroom, we had to look through all the windows in the other room to see if the ship had turned from the force of whatever had caused the shaking.

We knew that the large circular window in the telescope room was the only one that faced Earth, so we didn't immediately panic when we didn't see the planet from any of the other windows.

They allowed us to see anything that could be around us. The view they were able to show us was nothing but distant stars.

While checking the room with all the monitors, we noticed that they were offline, meaning that our communication to Earth was cut off.

I thought that it was because something was damaged...

Nothing could have prepared us for what we found in the telescope room, or rather, what we didn't find in there.

The large window in front of the telescope surely would have shown the Earth below us if none of the other windows did.

I felt my blood freeze as that window showed nothing more than the emptiness of space, nothing but far away stars visible.

As I stare out through that same thick glass now, one question pesters me.

A question whose answer I both want and fear.

Where are we?

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Oh that was especially chilling 😬