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Inappropriate posts and comments will be removed at moderator discretion. Harassment of users, repeated rule violations, or reposting removed stories can and will result in a ban. That is the expected number of intelligent civilizations in our galaxy, according to Drake’s famous equation. For the last 78 years, we had been broadcasting everything about us – our radio, our television, our history, our greatest discoveries – to the rest of the galaxy. We had been shouting our existence at the top of our lungs to the rest of the universe, wondering if we were alone. 36 million civilizations, yet in almost a century of listening, we hadn’t heard a thing. We were alone.
That was, until about 5 minutes ago. The transmission came on every transcendental multiple of hydrogen’s frequency that were listening to.
Transcendental harmonics – things like hydrogen’s frequency times pi – don’t appear in nature, so I knew it had to be artificial. The signal pulsed on and off very quickly with incredibly uniform amplitudes; my initial reaction was that this was some sort of binary transmission.
I measured 1679 pulses in the one minute that the transmission was active. After that, the silence resumed. The numbers didn’t make any sense at first.
They just seemed to be a random jumble of noise. But the pulses were so perfectly uniform, and on a frequency that was always so silent; they had to come from an artificial source.
I looked over the transmission again, and my heart skipped a beat. 1679 – that was the exact length of the Arecibo message sent out 40 years ago.
I excitedly started arranging the bits in the original 73x23 rectangle. I didn’t get more than halfway through before my hopes were confirmed.
This was the exact same message. The numbers in binary, from 1 to 10. The atomic numbers of the elements that make up life. The formulas for our DNA nucleotides. Someone had been listening to us, and wanted us to know they were there. Then it came to me – this original message was transmitted only 40 years ago.
This means that life must be at most 20 lightyears away. A civilization within talking distance? This would revolutionize every field I have ever worked in – astrophysics, astrobiology, astro- The signal is beeping again. This time, it is slow. Deliberate, even.
It lasts just under 5 minutes, with a new bit coming in once per second. Though the computers are of course recording it, I start writing them down.
I knew immediately this wasn’t the same message as before. My mind races through the possibilities of what this could be.
The transmission ends, having transmitted 248 bits. Surely this is too small for a meaningful message. What great message to another civilization can you possibly send with only 248 bits of information? On a computer, the only files that small would be limited to Text. Was it possible?
Were they really sending a message to us in our own language? Come to think of it, it’s not that out of the question – we had been transmitting pretty much every language on earth for the last 70 years I begin to decipher with the first encoding scheme I could think of – ASCII. E As I finish piecing together the message, my stomach sinks like an anchor. The words before me answer everything. “BE QUIET OR THEY WILL HEAR YOU”.
Filter stories: Choose your theme: NoSleep is a place for authors to share their original horror stories. Suspension of disbelief is key here. Don't be the jerk in the movie theater hee-hawing because monkeys don't fly. Still confused? Check out the or ask your questions in! Note: Please attempt to secure permission from the authors before posting, narrating, or sharing a story elsewhere.
Authors work very hard on their stories and credit should be given to them for their work. Posting Rules:. Read the and make sure your story fits all of the guidelines before posting. If you are unsure whether or not your story meets the guidelines, feel free to with a draft (preferably in a google doc) before posting. The include more details on some rules, as well as rules not listed in the sidebar. All stories, including each part of a series, must follow these guidelines or they will be removed.
Only post your original stories. Your submission must be a story.
If you have a non-story meta post to make, please visit the discussion subreddit at. When in doubt, see the fine folks over at for advice. All stories must be horror. The inclusion of horrible events does not necessarily make a story horror. For this reason, certain topics, while they may be scary, are not allowed as the focal point of the story. These certain topics include, but are not limited to: rape, pedophilia, necrophilia, child abuse, torture porn, gorenography, and mental illness/health disorders.
These topics can be included in the story, but cannot be central to the plot. Stories must be believable within reason. Stories must be a minimum of 500 words.
Please plan your story accordingly or consider posting at. Updates to series posts must be at least 1000 words. Do not comment out of character in your post.
Remember: everything is true here, even if it’s not. No Solicitation. A small, discreet link to your personal website, YouTube channel, or author page is acceptable at the end of a story as long as it is not a fundraising site, sales site, book promotion or mailing list. Graphic content should be marked with Trigger Warning/NSFW tags and any appropriate flair. Do not summarize your plot in your title, and do not include a TL;DR in your post. Tags (example: True, real experience) are not allowed.
You may only post once every 24 hours. This includes posting different stories from different usernames and collaborations between different authors. Breaking the 24 hour rule without moderator approval may result in all of the posts being removed. Regarding collaborations: If several authors are posting a series of stories that are directly connected, each story in the series must be posted 24 hours apart. You do not have to follow the 24 hour rule if another author posts their part of the collaboration and you want to post an unrelated story (as long as your last personal post is at least 24 hours old). If multiple authors have written a single story together to be posted from a single account, all authors involved in the collaboration must wait at least 24 hours before posting again, regardless of the username used. Posts must be formatted so that they are readable.
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I don't sleep. That's almost not an exaggeration. I average around two hours a night on a good night.
That's two hours of deep sleep, REM sleep. The kind that your body uses to fix itself.
It's been getting worse for a while, but it'll go away eventually. It always has before. I just have to ride it out. Keep my strings from unraveling until I can get myself glued back together. They say it's better for you to lie in bed the hours that you'd be asleep and just pretend to sleep, because it helps get the body's natural circadian rhythm back. So every night I lie in bed for eight hours, and I spend six of them watching the man on the top of the radio tower. There is a window above my bed, and when I'm sleeping in it I have to sit up to see out of it.
I like to be aware of my surroundings, so I installed a mirror on the opposite wall to allow me to see out of it. I have blackout curtains to ensure that my 'sleep' is as genuine as possible, but some nights I like to leave them open so I can watch the sky. Down the road from me is a radio tower. It's the largest thing on the horizon, and at the top is a little maintenance balcony.
The tower is close enough for me to see this balcony clearly. On this particular night, the blinds were cracked so that I could watch a storm approaching in the mirror, safe in bed. Heat lightning started to strobe across the sky, and it illuminated something moving on top of the radio tower. I sat up in bed and looked out the window. On the top of the tower, on the little balcony, I could see the very small shape of a man waving something. He was moving his arms in strange, rhythmic jerking patterns, facing toward the storm.
I had never seen anyone on the tower before, and I couldn't think of a single reason that this man would have been there at midnight while a storm was coming. I called the police and they sent someone out, but at some point the man left. I don't know how I missed him. He didn't come back the next night, or for weeks afterward.
I thought about him a lot though, and I kept watch every night for him. Something about it bothered me deeply and I thought of his strange jerking arms, the things he'd been holding. I wasn't sleeping anyway so I invested in a pair of binoculars and I kept a vigil for him, every single night. I didn't see him come up the tower but he was there as soon as it got dark.
I'd already gotten my two hours of sleep and now I was awake and ready. I grabbed the binoculars and brought him into focus. He was an older white man in a casual jacket. He reminded me of every single cubicle worker I'd ever seen.
Nothing about him was remarkable except the cloth he was waving, which was an almost stunningly bright white. He stared vacantly out at the skyline and moved his arms in those odd, sharp movements. His mouth hung open and even from here I could see he hadn't shaved in some time. He blinked occasionally but most of the time he just stared, mouth open, looking at nothing.
Even though I was watching him the whole time I didn't see him leave. He went away again for almost two years. The insomnia faded and I slept very soundly without the mirror, which I had thrown out not long after the last sighting.
I wasn't afraid of seeing him again. I threw it out because I couldn't stop myself from waiting for him.
I could not get the man out of my thoughts. I did research into the company that owned the tower and I knew, with concrete certainty, that the man did not belong to anyone in the city. He was not employed with any government agency or department.
So what was he doing on the radio tower? My suspicions about him began to grow. I researched nearby airports and he didn't belong to them, or at least no one who looked like he did that night. But I felt certain that somewhere, someone would know him. I found his family in Topeka. The address on the missing persons report was still current.
He had a wife and four children and was loving and loved deeply. He had vanished on the way to his car one morning and hadn't been seen since. The night he came back, I was reading, pretending that I was choosing to stay up, and I saw the orange flag out of the corner of my eye. He was back, illuminated on the radio tower by the light of the moon. His orange flags stood out like beacons and I grabbed my binoculars, my other hand gripping a pen.
I waited until he reached the end of the message and started over again. He raised his arms as if to signal ten on a clock. I wrote down the letter 'T'. He held his right arm straight out to the side and the left crossed over to hip level. I wrote it down.
Left at knee level, right raised above the shoulder. Five till three. Arms out at the sides. Hands at knee and shoulder again. I wrote them all down. When he started over, I read the message.
They're coming back again.,.