The Death of Haruki Fujita: Voids Untold, Mysteries Unfold., #3

By Nathan Harker

There's something awkward about his hallucination in this mind-bending short story by Nathan Harker, bestselling author of Voids Untold, Mysteries Unfold.

Astronaut Haruki Fujita finds himself onboard an alien spaceship investigating the source of radiating red energy bursts from another dimension. His stepbrother, Nic Chagall, disappeared into the light. Every step the energy field gets stronger—but the ship has been abandoned without leaving a trace. Eons ago, something happened to the crew that went missing. Is Haruki ready to face the extraterrestrial monster?

Nathan Harker's Voids Untold, Mysteries Unfold is a collection of paranormal alien short stories that exploit the fear of the unknown. The Death of Haruki Fujita is the third installment in this grotesque series of macabre tales that will break the boundaries of weird fiction and freak your mind with nightmarish thrills.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nathan Harker
• Release date: May 8, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224207077

Book preview

THE DEATH OF HARUKI FUJITA

Wake the fuck up, man.

Haruki Fujita slipped out of a hallucination. The hallucination was mindless. It featured a name moments before something killed him, extraterrestrial and horrible from head to toe. Slimy and predatory. The most of it cybernetic. He was dying, with blood gushing out of his neck, but that wasn’t what killed him, at least not immediately, because his intestines were pulled out of his stomach, and that was what killed him.

He watched the blue solar panel wing curve outward from the steel hull of the International Space Station, and he frowned bitterly. From the sensation of death, Haruki Fujita had a sickening gut feeling.

Stefan Bossi! he cried out, alarmed.

The name lingered in his mind. He remembered it from his hallucination. He idly watched one of his gloves floating across the room and stopped in front of his computer screen. No reason was known to him why he remembered that name; he remembered nothing more. There was a brief rush—he had time to think about programming languages and decoding radio frequencies, though none of the government organizations he hacked into proved extraterrestrial in origin, but Haruki was convinced by the bizarre nature of the sounds. He didn’t really care about the scientists at SETI, many doctors, and the best professors in the world who regarded them as a hoax. And those who didn’t view the evolution of Earth from an intergalactic perspective that was terraformed over billions of years by otherworldly entities.

Stefan Bossi! he said again, grabbing the floating glove with his cold hand and looked at it, trying to decide the significance of the name from his hallucination. Instantly he felt his fingers were freezing from the cold. As Haruki watched the storage bay where he was hiding, his fingers slipped into the glove and strapped the Velcro. Stefan Bossi! Stefan Bossi! It seemed to be all he could remember.

Even trapped in the confusing vise of the illusion, Haruki felt an intense fear—this was what an extraterrestrial predator looked like while