500 word flash fiction
I'm laying on the gray couch in my apartment, wrapped in a blanket, watching a crappy hallmark movie when I noticed my phone screen lit up with a notification. I look at the text and it's from an unknown number with an area code I've never even heard of. It's a strange message that reads, "Do NOT under any circumstance look at the moon tonight, if you want to survive." That's strange I thought, feeling uneasy and disturbed as I checked my other messages. Everyone is raving about how beautiful the moon looks tonight and how it has never been so bright. Even my mother sent me a text about how beautiful the moon was, and I needed to check it out before I go to bed. My sister was posting on her instagram about the moon, along with one hundred other people. However, dispersed through the post about how the moon sparkling in the sky, there were a few warnings. This really started to freak me out, but I still ignored the dreadful feeling in my gut. Maybe I just to get off social media for a while, and quit hearing about this stupid moon. I turn the television station over to the new, and to my surprise they are talking about the moon too. Everyone across the world was somehow memorized by its state.
"If you people haven't gone outside already, what are you doing? Don't miss this once in a lifetime opportunity." The man on the news station reported in the usual chirpy voice of the reporters.
"Why did I still feel so creeped out?" I kept thinking to myself, I came to the conclusion it would be in my best interest to ignore the text. It assumed it was some kid around my neighborhood trying to pull a prank on me. I decided I wanted to check out the moon. I reached my door, and went to turn the handle but stopped abruptly when I heard the screams outside.
"I can't see!"
" My eyes are melting! Please help me!"
"My face is on fire and I can't see! I need an ambulance!"
I cracked open my balcony door, making sure to stare at the street below and not the shining moon up above. What happened before my eyes will forever be burned into my memory; I've never seen a more gruesome sight. People's faces weren't actually on fire, but it looked as if the skin was melting right off the bones. Eyes looked like they were the first thing to go, as people ran around with just liquid in their eye sockets. I felt myself become nauseated, and I ran back into the safety of my apartment. What could be going on out there? I tried to turn on the news again, but all there was left was a black signal warning running across the screen. I don't know who was behind the text, but I really do owe them my life.
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