Full Moon - Part 1

IT'S 2 AM.

The shrill buzz of my phone ripped through the silence. Half-asleep, I grabbed it off the nightstand.

An Official Government Alert blinked on the screen:

DO NOT LOOK AT THE MOON. STAY INSIDE. TURN OFF ALL LIGHTS. DO NOT LOOK AT THE MOON.

My heart stuttered. Was this a prank? Then the notifications started. Ping. Ping. Ping.

Hundreds of messages flooded in— From friends. Old classmates. Numbers I didn’t even recognize.

"It’s a beautiful night tonight. Look outside."

"You have to see it. The moon is perfect."

"Why aren’t you looking? You will miss it!"

I switched on the TV news—just static, then a robotic voice:

"If you see the moon, you’re no longer in control."

Another ping. "I saw it. I see now." Attached was a blurry photo of someone… smiling widely, eyes glinting unnaturally white.

I crept down the hall. My sister stood by the window, stiff.

“Why are the lights off?” I whispered. She turned slowly. Eyes wide. Smiling too much.

“I looked. Come on,” she said sweetly. “Just a peek.”

The front door creaked open. Moonlight spilled in.

I shut my eyes tight. Something cold brushed my face.

Then my phone buzzed again. Mira. My girlfriend.

[FROM: MIRA] "You’ll love it. Just one look."

And suddenly, I see a silhouette stood in the doorway. Thin. Familiar.

“Mira?” I whispered. Glassy-eyed. Smiling the same too-wide smile.

“I missed you,” she said, tilting her head.

She giggled. “You think you’re the one hiding?”

She leaned in, breath cold. “Sweetheart… look at me.”

And my eyes flew open.

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A mad scientist in a hazmat suit, inside a dome-shaped lab—screens glowing, machines humming.

“Project LUNA worked." “We don’t need satellites. Or weapons. Just... exposure. One by one."

A woman in a lab coat walked into frame.

“What if someone resists the moonlight?”

“The moment they see someone who’s seen it, the signal spreads. Like a virus. Neural echo through visual cortex. It’s encoded in their eyes. The moonlight only activates it. But now—we don’t even need the moon. Just human eyes.”

The woman frowned. “What’s the endgame?”

He grinned. “Obedience. Finally. A world without chaos.”

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Next night same time 2:00 AM, a boy’s phone buzzed.

[FROM: SURBHI] - His sister "It’s a beautiful night tonight. Look outside."

-Continues in next final part

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