"Is someone out there?!"-Desperately yelled the man in the white suit.-"I cannot see anything in here"
The mission logs showed nothing, neither did the radars in his ship. It was as if everything banished in thin air. His comrades, his ship, his light, his dreams, all accounted to nothing.
"Bridge to Navigation Room! Do you copy Navigation?! What is happening out there?!"-Yelled once more the man in the white suit, only to get absolutely no reply from the other side. Nothing. Not even static, not even silent.-
Little by little, everything around him disapperareed as he continue to call for help, to call for death even. But Nothing. The Darkness kept consuming his surroindings as he pledged to all the Gods he knew for help.
"Mission Control! We have an emergency! Help!"-He said, with no titles, no protocols, no etiquette.-"Hello?!?!? Get me the fuck outta here, you goddamn pieces of shit!"
Everything started going dim, as all light, even the one in his eyes completely turned off, until he saw nothing.
"You told us we were in a safe range from that fucking anomaly! What the fuck is this?! What have you sent us to!?! You knew this would happen, didn't you?!-Said the man in the white suit with his finger on the console, trying to get any respond from anyone. But then suddenly, nothing. He couldn't longer feel the floor, the walls, as if any of that had never existed.-
He tried to curse, he tried to scream, he tried to cry. But nothing happened, he could not longer hear his voice, he could not longer feel with skin. He clinged desperately to life, fruitlessly, knowing full well that his air will also vanish.
He couldn't run away, there was nowhere to run to. He could only way to be absolutely submerged in darkness.
5 minutes reaming of air...He knew it, he was train to survive and endure in theses situations, although not even all the trained in the world could have helped him. Nothing could save him.
4 minutes.
3 minutes.
2 minutes.
1 minute...
Nothing...
Nothing remained, it was all gone, engulfed in darkness.
"Sir"
"Yes Doctor, speak to me"
"Mission Titania was a sucess"
"Is that so?"
"That is right Sir, the ship, the Ragnarok II, was consumed by the Blackness form the Stars"
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Short Horror and Thiller Stories
HorrorA collection of "horror" stories, which may or may not be actually scary. Maybe I will get under your skin. Enjoy