The young man sat at the console, his feet resting on it gently. He was in charge of the life support, cameras, everything like that. He looked at the three photos on the top of the console. One was of his family, one of his girlfriend, and one of his university graduate class, with the banner "class of 4017" across the top.
Click
He was brought back to reality. He peered at the screen. Nothing seemed unusual or out of place. He relaxed.
Click
Again he looked, maybe it was the console? No, no malfunctions.
Stop scaring yourself, he thought, there's nothing there. It's probably just the air ducts heating and cooling.
Click clack
"Ok guys, this isn't funny anymore. Now, just get back to you're stations."
Nothing answered but the echo of the corridors of the ship. He turned to face the door.
Click clack click clack
He looked up, he thought he saw something, just for an instant but it was gone. His heart was pounding and rivulets of sweat were forming on his brow.
Click clack click clack click clack click clack…
His shrieks were heard all through the ship, a warning of the fate to pass.