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By: Demonreach Date: April 9, 2018, 12:36 am
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It was a cool Sunday, a few hours into the night. The breeze
from the opened window felt nice; the gentle kiss of said wind
brushing against the naked flesh of the mans torso, goosebumps
sprouting along his arms; a chill was sent down his spine. The
sun had been bright and warm despite the chilly wind that
accompanied said warmth; it had been a nice enough day, however,
and the night was turning out to be moreso. Clouds rolled across
the moon, darkening the sky.
He sighed, knowing he should close the window before he went to
sleep.
He had been sitting at the computer for awhile, browsing social
media, talking to a few long distance friends; he could feel his
back and ass start to hurt from the lack of moving. He took a
drink from his glass, or tried to, as he frowned at the lack of
fluid within the cup. He groaned, getting up, and stretched his
legs a bit before moving to the kitchen. He got a few ice cubes
from the freezer, a bag of ice as his own ice maker wasn't
working currently. Something he was irritated that had stopped
working but planned on fixing soon enough however.
He poured himself some tea, taking some enjoyment out of the
smell of the sweetness of the liquid before taking a long drink
from it. He refilled what he drank before putting the tea back
in the fridge. As he lived alone, he checked the doors and
windows; pulling curtains down and locking them. He left one of
the kitchen lights on as a sort of night light should he find
himself awake before the dawn came.
He was back in his room after a few minutes, staring at the open
window. Shaking his head he moved towards it to close it,
instead was interrupted by his phone which vibrated in his
pocket rather aggressively.
Odd, he thought, it wasn't as if anyone he knew was awake this
late that would call him. Perhaps it was his friend from another
state away; said friend kept odd hours like he himself did.
However, that wasn't the case. It was an official emergency
alert that said, in bold letters, "DO NOT LOOK AT THE MOON
TONIGHT! CAUTION! DO NOT STARE AT THE MOON!"
Odd, he thought again.
But that was where his train of thought was interrupted as he
got a few messages from weird numbers he didn't know, all of
them saying, "The moon is so beautiful tonight. Please look at
it"
The man realized he had a choice, one he wasn't sure what the
consequences were.
His mind traveled to werewolves, given the superstition
surrounding that, but he shook his head. He was a practical man,
not one prone to entertain such ideals; it was, however, still
concerning.
His phone kept vibrating with the text messages of weird,
unknown numbers talking about the moon.
He realized that the clouds had broken from the moon, that the
false light of the moon shined upon his window, silhouetting his
body on the floor; a shadow that was oddly deformed and strange
to his eyes, unnatural it seemed. He rubbed his eyes, deciding
that to was best to ignore those text messages, unknown to him
as they were.
He was just tired, imagining things, but he knew that the
messages and the official alert were something to be cautious
about.
He closed the blinds on the open window, deciding perhaps it was
safe to leave it open for the night lest he find himself looking
at the moon.
"I do not want to become a werewolf tonight," he chuckled to
himself, shaking his head.
He stripped himself of the little clothing he had and crawled
into the bed, finding it cool against the warmth of his body;
relishing that feeling before it vanished.
He shuddered for a moment as his body adjusted to that
temperature, pulling the blankets slightly tighter around
himself as he settled in for the night; allowing his body to
relax as he closed his eyes. Briefly, he wondered what tomorrow
would bring.
*To be continued at a later date*
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