The Singularity Aliens That Screamed

It started on a Friday night, the kind that’s meant for hanging out with friends and binge-watching terrible horror movies. Instead, my friends—Mia, Jordan, and Eli—and I found ourselves huddled in my basement, staring at my old computer screen. We had heard rumors at school about astrange signals coming from deep space. Intrigued, we decided to investigate.

“Come on, how cool would it be to discover something no one else has?” Jordan said, leaning forward with a gleam in his eye. “We’ll be like those scientists in the movies!”

“Or we’ll be like the kids who get abducted,” I replied, feeling a twinge of anxiety. But they ignored me, too caught up in their excitement.

After scouring the internet for hours, we finally came across a website dedicated to unexplained phenomena. It was filled with conspiracy theories, government cover-ups, and, of course, the infamous signal itself—a series of high-pitched frequencies that supposedly originated from a nearby star system. We were skeptical, but the sound was undeniably eerie.

“Let’s listen!” Mia urged, and with a click, the room filled with the sharp, echoing tones of the signal. It reverberated in my bones, an unsettling harmony that made me want to cover my ears.

“What if it’s a warning?” I suggested, my voice shaky. “What if we shouldn’t be messing with this?”

“Stop being such a wuss!” Eli shot back, grinning. “This is awesome!”

The signal looped through our speakers, building in intensity. Each pulse felt like it was tugging at something deep inside me, something primal and terrifying. I glanced at the others, who were all mesmerized by the sound.

Suddenly, the signal cut off, and the room plunged into silence. We exchanged nervous glances, the atmosphere thick with tension. Just then, a low hum filled the air, vibrating through the walls. I felt a jolt of fear. “Did you hear that?”

Before anyone could respond, the computer screen flickered, then exploded into a whirlwind of color, images flashing by too fast for us to comprehend. The hum grew louder, morphing into a cacophony of screams. I felt my heart race as the noise enveloped us, drowning out everything else.

“Turn it off!” I shouted, but Mia was already hitting the keys, her face pale. Nothing happened. The screams twisted in pitch, a chorus of terror that felt like it was crawling inside my mind.

And then—darkness. The lights went out, plunging us into a pitch-black void. I could hear breathing, heavy and uneven. Panic surged within me.

“Guys?” I called out, my voice trembling. “Is everyone okay?”

There was no reply. I could feel my heart thudding against my ribcage as I reached out, trying to find something—anything—solid. Just as I thought I might lose it, the lights flickered back on.

But we weren’t alone.

Standing in the corner of the room were four figures, their forms indistinct and shadowy, the light bending around them as if they didn’t belong in our world. I froze, terror seizing me. They were tall, their limbs elongated and twisted, and their faces—if you could call them that—were featureless, just smooth surfaces with glimmering eyes that seemed to pierce right through me.

“What are they?” Jordan whispered, his voice barely audible.

I couldn’t respond. I was rooted to the spot, fear washing over me in waves. The figures began to sway, a soft, eerie sound escaping them—a haunting melody that echoed the screams we’d heard earlier.

“We need to get out of here,” Mia managed to say, but before we could move, one of the figures stepped forward, its elongated arm reaching toward us. I felt a strange pull, as if it was drawing me in.

Suddenly, the air shifted, becoming thick and electric. The hum returned, but it was different now—less like a sound and more like a presence that vibrated through our bodies. I could feel my thoughts slipping, my mind fraying at the edges.

“Run!” I finally screamed, and without thinking, I dashed for the basement door, yanking it open and sprinting up the stairs. I could hear my friends behind me, their footsteps echoing with panic.

We burst into the living room, gasping for breath, but the fear followed us like a shadow. The windows were dark, and the air felt charged, heavy with an unshakeable dread. “What were those things?” Eli panted, his face pale.

“I don’t know!” I said, trying to catch my breath. “But we have to call someone—tell them what happened!”

Mia fumbled for her phone, but when she turned it on, the screen flickered, displaying static instead of our usual apps. “It’s not working!” she exclaimed, frustration bubbling into fear.

“Let’s go outside,” I urged, leading the way to the front door. But as we reached for the handle, a loud crash echoed from the basement.

“What was that?” Jordan asked, his eyes wide.

“I don’t know, but we can’t stay here!” I replied, pushing open the door and running into the night. The air outside felt different—charged and crackling, like before a storm. We took off down the street, not looking back.

We ran until we reached the park, breathless and shaking. “What the hell just happened?” Mia asked, her voice trembling.

“I think… I think we accidentally summoned something,” I said, still trying to piece it all together. “Those aliens or whatever they were—maybe they were trying to warn us.”

But before anyone could respond, the ground began to rumble beneath us, and a blinding light erupted from the sky. I shielded my eyes, and when I looked back, the figures were there again, hovering above us, their screams echoing in the night.

“Run!” I shouted again, but this time, the words felt hollow. As I turned to flee, the ground gave way beneath me, and I fell into darkness.

I woke up in a cold sweat, heart racing, in my own bed. It was a relief, but something felt off. The room was silent, and the familiar glow of my computer screen illuminated the darkness. I sat up, trembling.

“Just a dream,” I whispered to myself, feeling a rush of relief. But when I glanced at the computer, my heart sank.

The screen was displaying the same signal we had listened to earlier—the one that had brought the shadows into our lives. I froze, unable to look away as the frequencies pulsed, growing louder. Suddenly, a series of messages flooded the screen, one after the other:

“Welcome back.”

“Your turn to scream.”

“Join us.”

As I stared in horror, my reflection in the screen shifted. I was still me, but my features started to warp and change, my eyes shimmering with a dark light. It was happening again. I felt the familiar pull, an overwhelming urge to submit, to embrace the chaos.

But this time, as the screams began to fill my mind, I realized the truth. I wasn’t just a victim of some alien force—I was a part of it. The signal hadn’t just summoned the darkness; it had awakened something inside me, something that had been waiting to emerge.

And now, I was no longer alone. I had become one of them.