LAST TRANSMISSION (cosmic horrer)

⚠️LAST TRANSMISSION⚠️ (cosmic horrer)

If anyone hears this… I’m still alive. For now.

Woke up to a ship that feels dead.

Alarms frozen, lights shaking like they’re scared.

I tried to repair our ship but the Hull’s cracked somewhere behind engineering.

Everyone else? Dead or worse.

Last thing I remember was shadows crawling on the ceiling,

Our captain yelling to cut the power,

then darkness swallowed the whole crew.

Now it’s just me

and whatever keeps moving in the vents,

pretending I don’t notice.

If you find this transmission,

don’t come for me.

This ship is a tomb drifting through nothing.

I’m just the leftover voice

calling into the dark,

hoping nothing answers.

Oxygen’s dropping fast.

Mask said thirty minutes an hour ago.

Gravity flickers on and off

sometimes it floats me, sometimes it slams me down .

Comms spit out static mixed with whispers

that don’t sound human

and don’t sound alien either

just wrong.

Whatever’s here…

it's already inside the ship.

If you find this transmission,

don’t come for me.

Something killed this ship.

I’m the only echo left behind,

talking into the void,

hoping nothing talks back.

I saw it.

Or something shaped like not-being-there.

A shadow that forgot its own outline.

No eyes, no face—

just presence.

It moved like it already knew me.

and the alarms flashed red screaming for me to run.

Now I feel it watching through the ducts.

Every breath I take,

it takes one with me.

I’m by the final bulkhead.

Window’s cracking like ice under footsteps.

I know It’s coming.

Slow.

Certain.

Like this is the ending the ship chose.

I’m broadcasting on every channel

even after telling you not to come

because I’m terrified,

and I don’t want to die alone.

If you find this transmission…

don’t board this ship.

I’m fading with the static,

slipping into the dark,

hoping it doesn't find me first.

The hull just bent inward.

Something’s pushing through—slow, deliberate.

The lights dim when it moves, like they’re afraid.

I can hear it crawling inside the walls,

getting closer with every breath I take.

It’s whispering now…

but it sounds like my own voice.

If anyone hears this

don’t answer.

Don’t let it find another signal.

It’s right outside the door.

I can see its shadow

longer than it should be

Reaching for me.

If you find this transmission…

turn back before the dark remembers your name.

This ship is already gone—

and whatever’s here wants a second voice.

I’m fading into the static,

losing myself in the shadows.

If you hear me… don’t answer.

Don’t let it take you too.