A Thrilling Sci-Fi Story by – MRB2B
2097. Earth is dead. Or at least, that’s what everyone thought.
The silence of space was absolute—until the signal came. A weak, trembling voice, barely decipherable. “Help me.” Those two words shattered everything the survivors aboard ECHO-7 believed.
Commander Lena Voss stared at the transmission, disbelief tightening around her chest. Earth was supposed to be uninhabitable. No life. No survivors. And yet, the voice persisted.
She had spent years in orbit, watching her home fade into a memory. Now, against all logic, someone—or something—was calling them back.
The Descent
The shuttle screamed through the atmosphere, shaking violently as it punched through the dense, eerie clouds covering the planet. Below, the ruins of a once-thriving world stretched endlessly. Towering structures, twisted by time and something far worse, loomed in the distance.
Voss tightened her grip on the controls. The mission was simple: land, locate the signal, get out. But deep down, she knew nothing was ever that easy.
The air was thick, charged with something unnatural. Static crawled across the instruments. The crew exchanged wary glances. It was too quiet.
As they touched down, dust swirled in ghostly spirals. The silence was oppressive, pressing against them like an invisible force.
The Signal’s Source
They followed the transmission deep into the ruins, the ghostly remains of a city they once called home. Skyscrapers, shattered and decayed, loomed like silent sentinels. Roads were cracked open, revealing pulsing, alien-like veins beneath.
Then the whispers started.
Not from their comms. Not from their crew. They came from the shadows, from the air itself. Words they couldn’t understand. Words that crawled under their skin.
“You were never meant to return.”
Voss’s second-in-command, Carter, grabbed her arm. “Commander, the signal—it’s moving.”
On the scanner, the transmission source was shifting, zigzagging impossibly fast. The realization hit her like ice: it wasn’t a distress signal.
It was bait.
The Horror Unfolds
One by one, the crew disappeared. No screams. No signs of struggle. Just… gone.
Voss felt it before she saw it—an overwhelming presence, something vast, something ancient. The air vibrated with its existence.
She turned her flashlight towards the darkness. The beam flickered, revealing a shape—no, a void. A gaping absence of light, shifting, watching.
Carter vanished beside her, swallowed by the nothingness.
Voss stumbled backward. “We need to leave. Now.”
Her remaining crew sprinted for the shuttle, but the doors slammed shut before they reached them. A force held them in place, an unseen grip tightening around their throats.
“You took everything from us.” The voice slithered through the air, a chorus of overlapping tones.
Voss struggled, gasping for air. “What… are you?”
“The last memory of a world you abandoned.”
The ruins trembled. Buildings collapsed in slow motion, as if time itself was unraveling. The stars above dimmed, their light consumed.
She had made a mistake coming here.
The Last Transmission
The ECHO-7 station received one final message before the link severed:
“It sees you now.”
Then—silence.
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The story above, “The Last Signal,” is a fictional creation designed to spark interest in space exploration and its mysteries. While it draws inspiration from real-world phenomena like unexplained signals and the vast unknown of space, the events, characters, and scenarios are entirely fictional. This story is part of a new effort to engage and entertain readers while teaching them about the wonders of space, inviting them to explore these topics in a fun and exciting way. We hope it inspires curiosity about the cosmos!
