The Hunger From Above

“There ain’t no sky today.” Jonah noticed as he woke up to the sound of the wind, but something was off. He looked at his alarm clock. It was 12:17 in the morning. He finally opened his window, and his breath shook. The stars were gone, the moon was gone. It was not cloudy, not stormy, just blank. It stretched for miles, and everything was still. It’s as if someone had erased the ceiling of existence. He looked around from his window and his neighbors as shocked as he was all looking out on their porch, mouths open. No one knew what was going on.

Jonah heard his Ma yell “Eliza get up and get your brother something ain’t right!” Papa got his shotgun. They felt a distant hum and as it started to get closer it felt like it was right under them. Papa grabbed Ma and we ran. We ran through our neighborhood, screaming so much screaming. I looked up at the sky and it was covered by something with holes sucking up what it could grab. We didn’t know where to go. Cars were flying, getting sucked up into the never-ending pit.

Papa felt a hum under him, and the dark sky opened its wide mouth. He grabbed me screaming “Help me, don’t let go.” His hat was first, I watched as his face strained from the power and how his knuckles turned white. I tried to save him, my god I tried, my shoes started scraping on the sidewalk, and my arms hurt from the pressure. It was too strong, his voice got louder and louder then he disappeared not even his scream echoed. He was gone, just gone. No body, no sound, no shadow. One second he was there, and the next he was gone. I collapsed onto the pavement to see my Ma in tears being held by Eliza. I felt my heart hit my ribs. The sky wasn’t gone, it was eating it, and we were next.