Episode NotesSomething horribly is happening to people who look at the night sky... Some are frozen in awe, others aren't so lucky... Lunatics that can hear you bleed!Moonstruck by Mark “Ferret” MohlenhoffMusic by Ray Mattishttp://raymattispresents.bandcamp.comProduced by Daniel WilderGet Cool Merchandise http://store.weeklyspookySupport us on Patreon http://patreon.com/IncrediblyHandsomeContact Us/Submit a Storytwitter.com/WeeklySpookyfacebook.com/WeeklySpookyWeeklySpooky@gmail.comThis episode sponsored by HenFlix.comFor everything else visit WeeklySpooky.comTranscription:3:01I groggily get up and reach for my phone on the charger.  Having been asleep for about 45 minutes, I was slightly peeved.  Thankfully, my boyfriend is still asleep, since he will be up in a couple of hours for work anyway.  Looking at my phone, I see an emergency message stating: “ATTENTION: Do Not Look at the Moon for Any Reason!”My first thought is, Why the HELL is this being sent out as an emergency message?  I look down the notification listing on my lock screen.  Facebook has blown the fuck up with notifications just in the last 30 minutes.  Hundreds of notifications and shares.  Even Twitter has been going nuts.  I see notifications from FB Messenger, and even text messages, both from numbers known and unknown.  Thirty seconds later, my boyfriend’s phone goes off.  I move quickly to silence his phone.  Free from the burdens of social media, he is missing out on notifications, but he also has numerous text messages from people we collectively know and from unknown senders.As I am looking back at my phone, Rusty starts to awaken, having heard the piercing screech of the emergency message.  He looks over and sees me with a puzzled look on my face, “What’s wrong?”“I don’t know,” I reply.  “My phone woke me up, and there’s this message saying to not look at the moon.  I also have notifications from Twitter and Facebook, as well as text messages from over 50 people, prodding me to look outside—'What a beautiful night out!’”Waking up a little more, Rusty starts to sit up, picking up his phone.  He sees that he has a missed call from his brother, Michael, and starts to dial his number.  Just as he is about to hit the call button, my phone starts ringing.  My sister, Virginia, is calling me.  I know she is usually still up, as she is one of the worst night owls I have ever met.  I answer, knowing something bad is happening.  I say with a hint of worry in my voice, “Virginia, what’s wrong?!”Anxiety already settled into her voice, Virginia blurts out, “Oh my God, Dean!  You picked up… Thank you!  Have you heard about what’s going ON?  I was playing my game when the power went out.  I looked down at my phone and saw a whole bunch of Facebook notifications about the moon, and then got the Emergency Alert demanding we stay inside.  I don’t know what’s happening!”  She rushes.  I can tell she is barely able to contain her panic.“Okay, sis. Calm down!  I just woke up so let me get my bearings.  For now, stay away from the windows. Go ahead and wake Mom up, let her know what’s going on, and I’ll call you back as soon as I know anything.”  I try to be reassuring, but it’s kind of hard over the phone.  Hopefully Mom will be able to calm her down.  “Hey, I love you,” I tell her hoping it helps to calm her.  “I love you, too,” she nervously mumbles back and hangs up the phone.Looking over, Rusty is still on the phone, and from the sounds of things, he is talking about the same thing.  I start to scroll through social media and news sites trying to figure out what is going on.  I am afraid to look outside, not knowing what it is I will see.  In that moment, an eerie feeling dawns on me.  Where there has always been an underlining calm but consistent buzzing in the air--it was now absent.  There are absolutely no noises coming from outside.  Not even the sounds of bugs or wildlife are present.  I notice that our fan is not on. The low hum of the television and the refrig