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I know why we never returned to the Moon | Scary Stories | Creepypasta | Nosleep

I know why we never returned to the Moon | Scary Stories | Creepypasta | Nosleep

My grandfather was a combat pilot. Even though he always felt distant I liked
him. When I grew older, I realized that he was
always aware, always looking for any signs of danger. Shell shock, PTSD, it has many names. My mother told me that he didn’t use to
be like that, that he changed when he came back from Vietnam. My grandpa’s profession was likely the reason
why I was obsessed with space, astronauts, planes and pilots. We used to talk about it when we were together. He was a really skilled and high-ranking officer
in the army, and he knew some people, even a couple of really well-known astronauts. When I once asked him, if he met anyone who
went to the moon, he simply replied: “Don’t ever talk to me about the Moon, boy. It’s a dark and evil place.” He died back in 2004 from natural causes. About two months ago, we decided to renovate
my grandparents’ old house. While clearing out the attic. I found an old metallic box. In the box, there was a number of things which
as I assumed belonged to my grandfather. There was a military medal, a stack of papers
and an old picture of my grandfather and two other men I didn’t recognize. My grandpa looked around 40, so I assume that
the picture was taken in the 70s. All of them were wearing space suits, and
the scene was a typical backdrop used by NASA, but the logo was missing. Only a blank monochrome background. The mission patch was titled Dawnbreaker. I didn’t understand anything. My grandfather was an astronaut? Why did he never tell anyone about this? Dawnbreaker? I never heard about such mission. It must have been covered up really well. But why? I found the answers in the papers on the bottom
of the box. I’ll rewrite the literal contents below,
but I warn you that many people might find it very disturbing. My dear family, If you ever find this, I must confess something. In 1972, I wasn’t in Vietnam. I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone, but if
you have found this, it probably doesn’t matter anymore. Back in 1965, me and a handful of other pilots
were selected for a non-public team of astronauts, who would participate in covert missions in
space for our government. We wouldn’t get the glory and fame of regular
astronauts, but our country needed us, and so we were there. In early 1972, we were told that for an unspecified
period of time, our country had a secret satellite orbiting the Moon. They never told us what it did, or why it
was there, just that a few weeks prior, it had crashed to the surface on the dark side
of the Moon for unknown reasons and that the data it carried was crucial. The government needed to recover it, and thus
was sending me and two other astronauts to reclaim the satellite’s memory module. The equipment of the planned Apollo 18 mission
was essentially transferred to us. From what we’d been told, the Apollo team
was furious. They had a reason to be after all. It seemed that whoever we’ve been under was
much more powerful than NASA. The whole mission was top-secret obviously. I was officially deployed to Vietnam, while
in reality we underwent extensive training for the mission. After a couple of months, we found ourselves
standing on the launch pad in front of this behemoth of a rocket, that would take us to
the Moon. I was the mission commander, while Lt. Carver
was the Lunar Excursion Module (LEM) pilot and Lt. Ackermann was the Command/Service
Module (CSM) pilot. The flight to the Moon took roughly three
days. After arriving, we made a couple of orbits
around it. Each time we flew behind the horizon created
by the Moon itself, I felt a bit of helplessness when our communication to the whole world
went dark, as the signal got obscured by the spherical mass of rock and dust below us. The dark side of the Moon was nothing like
the light side, which we see on almost a daily basis. Instead of smooth grey fields and tranquil
lunar seas, it was completely covered in dark, deep craters and holes, like as if it was
being slowly eaten away by the universe itself. It was finally decided to begin the descent
to the surface. Me and Carver exchanged wishes of good luck
with Ackermann and in the Lunar Module named Charon we separated from the CSM named Trinity. After we announced “Charon has touched down,”
our response wasn’t cheers and applause, but just mere “This is Trinity, congratulations
Charon! I’ll relay the news on the other side. Be safe out there pals.” Just like that we became cut off from the
rest of the world. Ackermann was our only link. While he was above the light side, he could
communicate with ground command, and while above the dark side he could communicate with
us. Never both at once. Even though the CSM’s orbital period was
roughly two hours, we would be in touch for only about 35 minutes each orbit. We landed on a flat plane inside a huge crater. Contrary to what some people believe, the
sun shines at the dark side of the Moon the same way as the light side. The amount of light depends on the lunar phase. It was still shining daylight in the place
where we landed, but we knew that it would go dark in a few days. I felt excited and curious about what awaits
us in this alien world. We waited for about an hour and a half to
get the command’s reply from Ackermann and spent the time by preparing our suits. “Command sends their congratulations. You’re to proceed with the recovery.” Everything was dead silent as I stepped on
the surface of the Moon. I tried to think of something excessively
inspiring to say, but that those times were already over. With Carver, we assembled the rover and after
planting our flag next to our spacecraft, we drove off. As we drove across the surface, I saw what
I though was a flash, like a glare reflected by something metallic in the far distance. Since it was fairly common to see flashes
of light because of an interesting physical phenomenon caused by the space radiation interacting
with our eyes, I didn’t give it much thought and soon forgot about it. After driving for a couple of hours, we reached
the satellite – or what was left of it. We immediately noticed that something wasn’t
right. There were dozens of footprints around the
probe, leading to a set of two tracks, dragging out into the distance. “What the hell is this?!” asked Carver
in disbelief. “I don’t know, but it seems that somebody
got what we came for before us,” I replied. Both the tracks and the footprints were different
than ours. Whoever took the data wasn’t here under
the American flag. As I expected, we didn’t find the data box. We found the part where it was supposed to
be, but it was missing. Luckily for us, we were just in contact with
Ackermann, so we reached out to him to describe our findings. “This doesn’t make any sense. Who would take it? Russians? They don’t even have a lunar program! Even if somebody took it, how could we not
be aware of that? How can the Russians land on the Moon without
us noticing?” he responded. “As far as we know, the Russians have no
idea that we are here, you know,” said Carver over the radio. “We’re going to follow the trail” I
cut off their conversation. “Are you guys sure about this?” asked
Ackermann. “Hell, I’m not sure about this. We’re clearly missing something here. But I’ll do as you say, cap,” responded
Carver. “Yes. If whatever was on that probe was so important
for two countries to send people here to retrieve it, we have to find out what happened to it,”
I replied. “Copy that Charon. I’ll relay your whereabouts to command as
soon as I can. Be careful out there.” Our oxygen was about at half capacity now,
but we moved on with hopes of solving this mystery. It wasn’t long until I saw something in
the distance. As we got closer, I realized that that it
was a spacecraft. Its design was different than ours and it
was decorated with a flag of the Soviet Union. I couldn’t explain why, but I felt that
something was really odd about the spacecraft. If there really was Russians with us on the
Moon, they would have picked up our comms long ago, so there wasn’t a point in hiding. “To the unidentified Soviet lander, this
is the crew of Dawnbreaker, please respond. We know you’re here, we have you in sight.” Nothing. We attempted to contact them several times
again in both Russian and English, but always received only silence in response. We got closer and I realized why I found the
spacecraft odd before. It looked like it had been there for a while. We didn’t see much of the interior through
the small windows, which had been covered with something from the inside. “Our air is running low and I don’t like
this Miller. We should really head back now.” said Carver
with clear uneasiness in his voice. “I know, but we have to find out what’s
going on here.” It took some time until we figured out a way
to open the airlock. No one was home. The inside was a mess. The interior was splattered with brownish-red
fluid, presumably contents of one of the many opened food packages lying on the floor. Or was it …? No. I quickly pushed that thought out of my head. It was a two-seater craft. There was a small amount of leftover supplies
and samples, but no signs of the satellite’s black box. There was a space suit hanged on the wall
near the airlock. Two occupants, and one space suit with a clearly
missing name tag. We both quickly realized that the other one
must still be out there somewhere – along with its occupant. At this point, we were really low on oxygen,
so we rushed to get back to our spacecraft. As we reached Charon with the last bits of
oxygen in our suits, I realized something. “Tell me, Carver, was it just me or did
we not pass the wreckage on our way back?” I asked. “Fuck. Don’t even mention it. It wasn’t there, that’s right.” We shared our intriguing discovery with Ackermann
later, and he was as surprised as was command when he informed them in turn. That night I took watch for the first four
hours. It wasn’t really a night, since the sun
was still shining, but for the sake of timekeeping, we referred to the time when we slept as night. When it was finally my turn to sleep, I had
a dream about following the flash that I saw the previous day. I walked on and on, until I found the same
space suit from the Russian craft just lying there, in the dust. The limbs were twisted and contorted in gruesome
ways, but it was clear that someone, or something was inside that suit. I approached and slowly began opening the
sunshield that obscured the inside of the helmet. I looked in terror, as I saw the inside. It was my face, covered with brownish-red
blood. In place of eyes, there were only two gaping
holes. The next day we started picking up something
on an unused channel of our radio. It was a faint signal coming from somewhere
in the crater. We tried to patch it to the speakers, but
it didn’t make any sense. It was just a repeating sound resembling a
person vocalizing the sound of a single letter or vowel but stretched to about 3 seconds
followed by equally long pause. It was very distorted, and it clearly wasn’t
a loop, since each sound was just slightly different than the previous one. We ate, and once again prepared for moonwalk. It was darker than the other day. The sun was still shining, but it was steadily
creeping its way under the horizon. We followed the source of the signal for about
an hour when we found something lying in the dust in front of us. I tensed as I looked closer and found out
what it was. It was a space suit. The same as the one in the Russian lander. “Well, it looks like we found our missing
friend.” Said Carver with disbelief. I didn’t say anything. I simply jumped off the rover, and slowly,
silently approached, the suit. “What are you doing Miller?” continued
Carver. Just as I was about to open the sunshield
with my shaking hands, the suit came alive and grabbed my hand. With the sound travelling through our suits,
I heard a weak “Pomogite” – meaning help in Russian. We carried him to our lander. The patch on his suit revealed his identity
as “Tarkov”. He was in shock and hypoxic. I don’t know how long or why he was just
lying there but he was lucky to be alive. For the next couple of hours, he fell in and
out of consciousness. He eventually woke up. Our Russian was bad but luckily, he spoke
English enough for us to understand each other. He didn’t remember why he was there, what
had happened to him and his crew or what his mission was. When I looked out of the window, I realized
that our flag was gone. There were no footprints, it looked like as
if it simply vanished. At this point each one of us was really concerned,
and we asked to terminate the mission. The command refused, explaining that the recovery
of the satellite’s data was of paramount importance. We decided to continue our search tomorrow
and went to sleep. I again had the same nightmare as the day
before. I woke up terrified and drenched in sweat. I saw Tarkov standing by the window and looking
out. He then walked over to Carver, and just stood
there, looking at him while he slept for about a minute or two. Silently, I asked him: “Tarkov, what are you doing?” but he just mumbled something like “them”
or “when” and lied down. I didn’t sleep for the rest of the night,
and I kept an eye on him, but nothing interesting happened. The next day we found a picture or a map of
the crater we were at in a pocket in Tarkov’s suit. There was a point a few miles from where we
were that was marked with a cross. Tarkov didn’t know what was there, but I
soon realized that it was right in the direction where I saw the flash on the first day. We had to check it out. Me and Carver later took off and headed towards
this mysterious target while Tarkov stayed in the Charon. In reality, our rover had enough power to
carry all three of us, but I insisted that it didn’t, and that he should stay behind. “I don’t trust this guy,” I said to
Carver after I was sure that Tarkov was out of range of our short-range radio. “We land on the moon. We don’t find the box and suddenly the probe
is gone. Then we find a supposed-to-be-dead Russian
who doesn’t remember when was the last time he took a shit. And now, we’re heading towards an inconspicuous
place that was marked on his map he knows nothing about. You bet I don’t trust him. Hell I don’t trust a single step I take in
that direction.” he replied. “What are we going to do with him?” he
asked later. “I don’t know yet. But we can’t take him with us. Neither the LEM or CSM is built for an extra
passenger. You know that,” I responded. “And I’m afraid he knows that too.” replied Carver. The sun was setting. After driving for a while, we reached something,
that puzzles me to this day. Right there, in front of us, was something
I can only describe as a three-sided pyramid. It was about 10 feet tall and its surface
was completely smooth and black as night. “What in the world is this?” asked Carver
with a shiver in his voice. We walked around it and took pictures. “What the fuck?!” I suddenly heard through my radio. I turned around and saw Carver frozen in place,
staring at something. There, in the remaining faint light, was a
space suit about 20 feet away from us. I recognized the missing name patch and realized
that it was the suit from the Russian spacecraft. It was standing upright, on its feet. The sunshield was open to reveal a sight that
terrifies me to this day. It was empty. The suit was empty. But it was standing upright. I came back to my senses after I heard a crackling
noise coming from my radio. “….you….don’t….belong……here…..”
it spoke in a low, deep, distorted voice. Then out of nowhere, I was blinded by an intense
flash of light. When I recovered, the thing was gone. “Carver? Are you alright?” I asked. He was silent at first, and then replied: “Man, fuck NASA, fuck the army, fuck the
satellite, fuck this whole mission! I want to get out of here, NOW!” Without any debate, we ran to the rover, and
drove off back to Charon. When we came back, the sun had already fallen
below the horizon, and it was almost completely pitch black. The airlock was open and Tarkov was standing
in front of the module in his suit. Damnit. In the rush, we completely forgot about him. I approached him and started: “Listen, Tarkov, there is something you…” I stopped when I noticed that he was holding
something behind his back, but it was too late. He swung and struck me with a sharpened rod. I hit my head on the inside of my helmet and
dazed fell to the ground. When the ringing in my ears stopped, I saw
him and Carver fighting in the dust. I stood up and thrown myself into Tarkov,
propelling us both a dozen feet away. Before I was able to stand up again, he was
already on top of me. We struggled and just as he got grip on the
lever that was used to release my helmet, I struck his head with a sharp rock. His visor cracked, and while his air was slowly
escaping his suit, I picked myself up and grabbed the rod. It was already stained with blood. He lunged at me, but I stabbed him in the
chest. He then fell on top of me, and when our helmets
touched, he spoke as the last of his air was pulled out from his lungs: “He is not your friend. Follow the voice”. I picked myself up and walked over to Carver. I saw that his suit was punctured on the thigh,
and brownish-red blood was being sucked out into the airless vacuum all around us. When I brought him inside the Charon, I realized
that our first aid kit was gone. He was bleeding a lot, and I managed to slow
it down, but I had to treat him properly. I was afraid, that if we took off, he would
bleed out in zero gravity even faster. “There was a medkit in the Russian thing,
wasn’t it? he said. “Yeah” I replied. “Miller, you have to go and get it. Fuck. It’s not that far from here, is it?” said
Carver. “No, it’s not. Are you sure you can hold on until I get back?” I asked. “Yeah, just go”. So I went. “Don’t die on me Carver. That’s an order.” I said before leaving. As I said, it didn’t take long until I reached
the Russian lander, but it felt like ages. Throughout the whole journey, I waited for
something to jump out of the darkness around me. I wasn’t surprised when I saw that the suit
that was previously hanged on the wall was now missing, but still, I felt a shiver run
down my spine. I took their medkit and headed back as soon
as I could. But I couldn’t stop thinking about Tarkov’s
last words. “He is not your friend. Follow the voice” I kept repeating inside
my head. I then switched the channel on my radio to
the one we heard the incomprehensible noise on. It was still on. I realized that it was stronger in one particular
direction. “Follow the voice” I said to myself. Was this the voice Tarkov meant? Who is not my friend? Tarkov? Carver? The Mission commander back at Earth? I had to find out. I drove off in the direction of the signal. After driving for at least 15 minutes, I reached
a small, crater about 30 feet in diameter. With my headlight on, I immediately saw that
something was inside, but I couldn’t recognize it yet. I stepped over the edge and walked into the
crater and switched my light to full intensity. I stood there, paralyzed with raw terror for
what felt like hours. There was a rectangular block of the same
material as the pyramid in the center of the crater. A body was lying on top of it. Its limbs were contorted in the most twisted
and gruesome way possible. His eyes were missing and in their place were
only two gaping holes. It was Carver. There was a small box stuffed inside his mouth. It was the black box from the satellite. I took the box and ran out of there as fast
as I could. Carver was dead. If Carver was dead, who was the Carver I left
in the Charon? “He is not your friend” was the only thing
I had on my mind the rest of the way back. When I returned, Tarkov’s body was gone but
Carver was still there, lying, bleeding. But it wasn’t Carver. What was that thing? “Thank God you’re back, Miller” said
Carver. Not Carver. Carver was dead. Mutilated. Dead. “Miller, are you alright?” continued not-Carver. “Yeah, I’ve got the kit” I replied. He couldn’t know that I know. It couldn’t know. I treated his (its) wound and the bleeding
finally stopped. I strapped him in (strapped it in) and then
strapped myself in. I didn’t tell him (it) that I had found
the blackbox. I didn’t tell it that I found him. With the engine roaring below us, the Charon
split in half, and the crew compartment pushed us up, into the void while the legs stayed
planted on the lunar dust eternally. Now I already wrote on several occasions,
that I had felt minutes pass as if they were hours. The ascent and rendezvous took only a bit
more than a dozen of minutes. But those minutes felt like decades. I wanted to scream so loud that my lungs would
break and I wanted to vomit. But I couldn’t because it would find out. I wanted to black out but I couldn’t. I had to save Ackermann. After several lifetimes, we finally docked
with Ackermann and the Trinity. Throughout the whole ordeal, we kept him updated,
but meeting him was different. He was scared. But I was scared even more. He didn’t know that Carver was not Carver. I did know. I did unstrap first and pushed Ackermann out
of the docking tunnel. I did kick Carver (not-Carver) right in the
face when he followed. I did close the docking tunnel behind me. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING MILLER? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?” shouted Ackermann and slammed me to the wall
of the command module. “DON’T OPEN IT, MIKE! IT’S NOT CARVER! That thing in the LEM is not Carver do you
understand?!” I shouted back in pain. Even though he was a battle-hardened soldier,
Ackermann finally broke into tears. I floated past him over to the controls, and
before I undocked the Charon, I glanced at the docking tunnel window one last time. There it was. A thing with Carver’s face and body, but
not Carver. Staring at us. But his eyes were completely smooth and black
as night itself. He opened his mouth in a way that was simply
not possible for a human, and let out a loud, disturbing screech that I wish I could forget
so much. In a heartbeat, it turned to dead silence,
as the Charon detached from the CSM, and drifted into the void. Me and Ackermann didn’t say a single word
throughout the three-day journey back to Earth. We were placed in quarantine for months after
we came back home. Nobody ever explained to us what happened
on that mission. I never learned what was on the blackbox. Honestly, I didn’t want to know, after all
I experienced. But whatever was there was apparently enough
to cancel all other missions to the Moon and beyond. They eventually released us and made it very
clear that we’re never supposed to talk about it. I never saw Ackermann from that day on. The only time I talked about him was when
a pair of men in suits came to my home one day a couple of years after the mission. “Captain Miller, have you been in touch
with Lieutenant Ackermann lately?” one of them asked after we exchanged our greetings. “No, I never spoke or heard from him since
the mission. Did something happen?” I replied. “I’m sorry to tell you, but Lieutenant
Ackermann was found dead in a nearby forest yesterday.” I had to sit down. I didn’t know him that well, but we spend
a considerable amount of time together in training, and we lived through hell itself
together, so it was more than enough for me to considered him a friend. Poor Mike. “How did he die?” I asked. “We don’t know yet. But he had multiple fractures on all of his
limbs, and his eyes were gouged out.” I can’t brush of the need to find out more
about what happened to my grandfather and his colleagues. I hope that one day (soon if possible), I’ll
be able to find out more about this Dawnbreaker mission.

Reader Comments

  1. Good narration. Sounded so real. I do belueve this same premise was put in a Hollywood feel about a decade ago. Basically the Russkies beat us to the punch ..but…they had hell to pay for doing so.

  2. 1. Fighter pilot to spacecraft commander in two weeks flat. Man, this guy is goood.
    2. Army? And he was sent why?

  3. It's too obvious because of the extensive efforts at animating the story.
    It doesn't come off like a story someone experienced and was sharing it from his recollections. It's more like a well thought, and scripted story someone with an fascinating imagination put together for the purpose of entertainment.

    Well you are very detailed, but maybe to articulate. Try being more subtle, sometimes less is more.

  4. Never been back huh never been it was a space race staged there's plenty of video to change ya mind don't be blind find don't let these smart muffAcs lie to you

  5. Rumor has it that we left several bags of human poop on the moon. After the sun shone on those bags the stench was so bad the aliens would never let us back. Those aliens screamed, “racist” at us ‘cause the poop was green.

  6. We Never Went Back to The Moon Because it's inside of The FIRMAMENT. This is how Tesla was going to provide the World with Free Energy By bouncing Electromagnetic waves off of The FIRMAMENT. Buzz Aldrin Finally Told The TRUTH

  7. I don't understand the part of the missing flag! The Flag that was left from previous Apollo missions was on the side of the moon we see, but there on the Darkside??

  8. I thought this story was boooooooooooooooooooooring as hell. Couldn't even finish it. Too many plot fails. I don't think I could believe this even if I was high! I lived on the Space Coast of Florida. No way in hell you could launch a Saturn V rocket in secret and nobody notice it. That thing rattles doors and windows for miles and miles away. Literally makes the ground shake. Nope….. dumb tale.

  9. The REAL reason we never returned to the moon: there’s no monitary gain and it costs about ten billion dollars…. spooky

  10. wow you where good .really,from all the voices ive heard this fits better for my ears but also to stay focus on the story,you only need at the point of terror and action to pass it on the words more.but it was a really good story.i enjoyed

  11. There's something on the moon telling stories about why they never went back to the earth. Human beings the most heinous creatures in the galaxy.

  12. Did we never really returned to the moon I need more evidence before I could say we did return but there is a story that the United States in conjunction with the Russians built a base on the moon in that teen 79 and we've been returning ever since when you think of the trillions of dollars that are mission that doesn't sound so farfetched And I've been told that there's over 50 Apollo missions and counting Even by the astronauts code words it's obvious they were finding structures did they couldn't explain so just NASA decided from now on missions would be secret

  13. There is slightly more evidence of this the astronauts come home all smiles giggling giddy After they got the debriefing and told what they had seen they come out of the meeting looking like they lost their parents It's a complete 360 maybe there's some other reason for it but Damme if I could figure out what it would be One problem is neil Armstrong didn't believe the public should be lied to And he turned down in butts to UFO conventions On the basis in his own words he said I would love to the 10 but I cannot because I refuse to lie to the public.

  14. I heard so many I , me grammar mistakes, I couldn’t listen anymore. They were so distracting, it ruined a fabulous audible story.

  15. I used to believe in the moon landing when I was gullible, but now I know about shadow discrepancies in some NASA propaganda. End of.

  16. Okay, so you "Hide" a launch of a Really Really big (oh and Loud) Saturn 5 Rocket. Nobody notices??? Give me a break. Where was the Saturn 5 Rocket Launched from? The North Pol?. So many other Holes I could punch into this story. However, submit script to Twilight Zone, I am 100% sure it would get picked up and you would see a nice payday!

  17. It was just an expensive political stunt that doesn’t fit with today’s political landscape plus it’s just a rock 😉

  18. Hang on this the story to Transformers the darkside of the moon! And now maybe even this new brad pitt movie Ad something or other!

  19. I cannot believe that you have so many views this is worse than a 1950s B movie. Come on guy try better, maybe try writing for kids comics………………….oh shit no that is now the internet.

  20. They never got to the Moon . Since the Russian couldn't do it and went broke . NASA created a seen that looks like the moon and claimed the victory for the space race . What do you think why NASA never go back to the moon… Because , they haven't got there at all .

  21. if they orbited the moon several times,why didnt they spot the other ship.??.&,how long had the russian been lying on the moon,do they have more oxygen that the u.s.??.

  22. "Dark and Evil Place" that's funny since at least two of the men who walked on the moon report feeling the complete absence of evil. Which makes sense as The Evil One has only been given dominion over the earth. The moon is not part of that dominion. The astronauts experienced that lack of Lucifer's evil presence. It's elating. Existing in the dynamic we were meant for. A being created in God's Holy Image. Designed for a relationship with Him. Not the Evil One. Our straying from God was allowed so we would come to know the difference,return to Him and starve evil of a vessel to manifest itself within.

  23. Didn’t go to the moon, it was just a Hollywood stage show to get the public spending more taxes on NASA what the hell did they do with all those years of money they got from the people? Shoot up space junk. It’s a trick they played on us

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