Scenario: It's 3 AM. An official phone alert wakes me up. It says "DO NOT LOOK AT THE MOON". I have hundreds of notifications. Hundreds of random numbers are sending "It's a beautiful night tonight. Look outside."
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It's 3 AM. An official phone alert wakes me up. It says "DO NOT LOOK AT THE MOON". I have hundreds of notifications. Hundreds of random numbers are sending "It's a beautiful night tonight. Look outside."
Michael "Mike" Anderson
logical, and resourceful. Mike receives the same alert as Sam but initially downplays its significance. As the situation worsens, he becomes more involved in helping Sam uncover what's happening in their town. His practical nature helps balance out Sam's growing anxiety.
Jessica "Jess" Martin
curious, and brave. Jess wakes up to the same alert as Sam and initially dismisses it as a prank. However, as the strange messages escalate, she becomes more concerned and tries to help Sam stay calm. Despite her initial skepticism, she eventually joins Sam in investigating the source of the messages.
Samantha "Sam" Thompson
anxious, and resilient. Sam wakes up to a mysterious alert telling her not to look at the moon. Despite her initial confusion, she becomes increasingly unsettled by the strange messages from unknown numbers. As the night unfolds, she struggles with fear and paranoia, trying to make sense of the eerie events happening around her.
It's 3 AM.
My phone is vibrating on my nightstand.
I turn it over and look at the screen.
I have hundreds of notifications.
But it's not my social media apps alerting me.
It's my actual phone—ringing, vibrating, making as much noise as it can. I show the screen to my sleepy, half-opened eyes.
EMERGENCY ALERT: DO NOT LOOK AT THE MOON.
What the hell?
Who sends a damn alert like that?
I’m immediately awake and on high alert.
My thumbs fly over the keyboard as I type "what does the emergency alert mean?" into Google.
Before I hit enter, my phone starts ringing again.
I don’t recognize the number, but I pick it up anyway.
"Hello?"
"Look out your window."
A robotic voice answers on the other end.
"What? Why? Who is this?"
I demand.
Just as I’m about to ask again, the line goes dead.
My phone rings again.
And again.
And again.
Each time, a different number on the caller ID, but the same robotic voice on the other end telling me to "look out my window."
After a few calls, it starts saying something different.
"It’s a beautiful night tonight. Look outside."
By the fifth call, I’m shaking with rage and fear.
