On March 1st, 2009, tragedy struck in California. Jake Myles Sr., a 33-year-old man, was enjoying a luxurious life with his family in a modern Spanish villa. He had a loving wife and five beautiful children - 2 boys and 3 girls. Jake was a successful businessman and was about to start his own venture called Myles State. It seemed like everything was going well for the Myles family, until that fateful night.
Jake had been out in his car, running some errands for his upcoming business. It was a full moon, but it was different this time. It had a red tinge to it, and as Jake drove towards his home, he couldn't shake off the eerie feeling that something was off. As he drove down the empty streets, he saw a few people on the sidewalks. They were all looking up at the sky, their faces contorted in fear and horror.
'What's going on?' Jake wondered, his curiosity getting the better of him. He rolled down his window and asked one of the passersby. The man looked at him with wide, terrified eyes and said, 'Don't look up.'
Jake didn't understand. What was he not supposed to look at? He leaned out of his car to get a better view of the sky, and that's when he saw it. The red moon, shining brightly in the sky. It was a sight he had never seen before, and despite the warnings, he couldn't tear his eyes away from it.
'Don't look up!' The man on the street shouted again, this time with more urgency in his voice. Jake could feel a burning sensation in his eyes, but he couldn't look away. The moon seemed to be calling out to him, and he felt an irresistible pull towards it.
'Don't look up!' The warning echoed in his mind, but he couldn't resist the temptation any longer. He looked up, and in that moment, he regretted his decision.
The red moon was now directly above him, and its rays were shining down on him. It was as if the moon was trying to hypnotize him, and Jake couldn't break free from its grip. The burning sensation in his eyes became unbearable, and he could hear himself screaming in agony. He could feel his soul being pulled out of his body, and then everything went black.
When Jake opened his eyes, he found himself in a dark, creepy place. He could see shadows moving around him, and he could hear whispers that sent shivers down his spine. He tried to get up, but his body felt heavy and weak, as if all his energy had been drained from him. Fear gripped his heart as he realized that he was no longer alive.
Jake was now trapped in a realm between the living and the dead, a place where souls were lost and tormented for eternity. He had ignored the warnings and had paid the ultimate price. He was just another victim of the red moon, a cursed object that came every year at the same time, claiming the lives of those who dared to look at it.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, but Jake was still stuck in the in-between world. He could hear his family mourning his death, but he couldn't do anything to comfort them. He could see them trying to move on with their lives, but he was stuck in this limbo, unable to find peace.
One day, Jake saw a group of teenagers sneaking into the abandoned Spanish villa. They seemed fearless, but Jake could see the fear in their eyes when they came across his decaying body. They ran away, screaming and shouting about the ghost that haunted the villa. Jake realized that his family had moved out of the villa after his death, and now it had become a prey for young thrill-seekers.
As the years went by, the villa became a popular spot for ghost hunters and horror enthusiasts. Jake watched as many people came and went, but none of them were able to see or communicate with him. His soul was eternally trapped in the in-between world, alone with his thoughts and regrets.
But one night, on the anniversary of his death, Jake noticed something different. The moon was red again, and this time, he could feel its pull even stronger. He saw a group of teenagers walking towards the villa, and he knew that they would be the next victims of the red moon.
With a newfound determination, Jake tried to warn them. He shouted, he screamed, he did everything he could to get their attention. And finally, one of the teenagers heard him. She stopped in her tracks and looked around, trying to figure out where his voice was coming from.
'Don't look up!' Jake shouted, and the girl finally understood. She pulled her friends away and ran, not daring to look back. Jake felt a sense of relief, knowing that he was able to save someone from the same fate that he had suffered.
As the red moon disappeared from the sky, Jake's soul was finally at peace. He had fulfilled his duty of warning others about the cursed moon, and now he could rest in peace. But every year, on the anniversary of his death, Jake's spirit would return to the abandoned villa, watching over it and making sure that no one else fell victim to the red moon. The cursed object may have taken his life, but Jake's spirit would continue to warn others, until the end of time.