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The Perpetual Night
An unreleased short story from the book:
End of Days: Earth Under Alien Siege
It started with the eclipse. A natural event, something that had been anticipated for months. But no one knew that this would be the last day of light. The world had witnessed countless eclipses before, moments when the sun would hide behind the moon, casting brief shadows over the earth. But this time, as the sky darkened, something was different. The world didn’t return to normal.
The sun never came back.
At first, people thought it was just an unusual, extended eclipse. It didn’t make sense, but they told themselves it would pass. Hours went by, then days. The world, once so vibrant and alive with the sounds of cities, the hum of electricity, the whispers of the wind, fell into an eerie silence. The air became still, as if even nature itself held its breath. The shadows grew deeper, consuming everything. And then came the alien ships.
Massive, black and incomprehensible, they hovered above the earth like ominous harbingers of doom, their shapes unfathomable to human perception. They blocked out what little light remained, casting the planet into a darkness so absolute it felt as though the very fabric of reality had been torn. The aliens had arrived, and they had brought with them not just the destruction of the sun but an eternal night.
The first few hours of darkness were filled with confusion. People stumbled out into the streets, desperate for answers, unable to see anything in the deepening shadow. Some screamed, others cried, while the more pragmatic tried to calm the chaos, but no one could make sense of what had happened. Radio and television signals had already been cut, and communications had become nothing more than white noise. The world had become a ghost town in the span of mere hours.
But as the hours turned to days, the full terror of their predicament began to unfold. The absence of sunlight was more than a mere inconvenience—it was a psychological horror. The body’s natural rhythm, its ability to sleep and wake, was destroyed. The survivors were trapped in a night that never ended, their bodies growing weaker, their minds becoming unhinged. Without the sun to mark the passage of time, they couldn’t tell when they had slept or how long they had been awake. Days blurred into each other, time became meaningless, and madness began to set in.
Food and water became scarce as supplies dwindled, and the temperature began to drop. People became sick, disoriented, and terrified of the unknown. The darkness was suffocating. Each shadow seemed to stretch longer, as if alive, and every creak of the house or alleyway was a warning, a harbinger of something more sinister. The streets were no longer safe, and the sense of safety that humanity had once felt vanished with the sun.
And then came the creatures.
They emerged from the shadows, their forms shifting and shifting again like nightmares made real. The aliens, they called them—the invaders who came with no warning, no negotiation, only hunger. They were as much a part of the darkness as the dark was part of them. Their eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, their limbs long and spindly, their movements inhuman. They were not interested in conquering. They were not interested in communication. They were predators, and humans were their prey.
At first, the creatures stayed in the deeper shadows, silent and still, observing the survivors from the corners of alleys and abandoned homes. People saw them, caught glimpses, but the fear was so intense, they couldn’t tell whether their minds were playing tricks on them. It wasn’t until the first screams echoed through the dark streets that the terror truly began. The creatures hunted silently, picking off the weak, the scared, those too broken to move. They didn’t need weapons. They didn’t need to communicate. They only needed the darkness to hide in.
Sarah had been one of the fortunate ones—at least, that’s how she had thought. She had found a group of survivors holed up in a basement, a place they thought would be safe from the madness above. But safety was a fleeting illusion in a world like this. The dark was everywhere now. Every corner was a possible threat, every shadow a hiding place for the invaders. They were too many. And they were patient.
By the fifth day of the perpetual night, Sarah had begun to lose herself. The lack of light had drained her strength, and every time she closed her eyes, she imagined the creatures, their glowing eyes, watching her. She hadn’t heard anything from the others for hours. Had they gone? Were they taken? Or were they simply too afraid to speak, too numb to move? The silence between them had grown heavy, like a blanket smothering them all.
“Wake up,” she whispered to herself. But no one responded. There was no waking from this.
The deeper she wandered into the town, the more she realized how alone they were. She could feel the presence of the aliens in every shadow, every rustling sound. They were everywhere. No one could escape.
And as if to punctuate that fact, a low hum reverberated in the air—an unmistakable sound. Sarah froze, listening. It was there. The creatures. She heard their footfalls behind her, soft, as if testing the ground, then louder. A feeling of cold dread swept over her as the footsteps came closer, quicker.
“Help!” Sarah gasped, but the words never left her lips. In the suffocating silence, they were swallowed whole, like everything else that was lost in the dark. Her vision blurred with fear, and she turned, stumbling, into the maze of empty streets. There was no one left to call for help.
The creatures appeared before her, standing in the shadows. They didn’t speak, didn’t move except for their ever-watchful gaze. They were drawn to her, as if they could sense her fear. And then one of them stepped forward, its glowing eyes locking with hers.
It wasn’t an attack that came next. No. It was something far worse.
The creature’s presence filled her mind, whispering in a language she couldn’t understand but that seeped into her thoughts, stripping them away piece by piece. Memories faded, faces blurred, and her very sense of self started to unravel as the alien gaze tore through her mind, erasing her existence.
The last thing Sarah saw was the unblinking eyes of the creature, and then… nothing.
In the darkness, the city continued to crumble.
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End of Days: Earth Under Alien Siege
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Prepare yourself for a gripping journey into the darkest corners of the unknown with End of Days: Earth Under Alien Siege. In this chilling collection of short stories, humanity faces the terrifying and relentless advance of extraterrestrial forces.
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