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Panic at 35,000 Feet

Flight of Terror

By Mogomotsi MoremiPublished 8 months ago 5 min read

The flight was supposed to be a routine one from New York to London. The passengers had settled into their seats, the flight attendants had started the safety demonstration, and the pilot had announced that they would be taking off shortly. Everything seemed normal until the lights flickered and went out completely. The only source of light was the pale moon that shone through the window shades.

The passengers sat in silence, their hearts pounding with fear. Suddenly, there was a loud thud at the back of the plane. It sounded like something heavy had fallen. The flight attendants rushed to the back to check, but they couldn't find anything. They assumed it was just turbulence and came back to their seats, but the passengers knew better. They could sense that something was wrong.

The plane took off, and the passengers tried to relax, but they couldn't shake the feeling of unease. It was as if something was watching them. The lights came back on, and the captain announced that they were flying through a storm. The turbulence grew worse, and the plane started shaking violently. The passengers screamed, and the flight attendants rushed to their seats, trying to calm them down. But the turbulence didn't stop. The plane was thrown up and down, and the passengers held on for dear life.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the plane started to tilt to one side. The captain's voice came over the intercom, "Ladies and gentlemen, we've lost one of our engines. We're going to have to make an emergency landing."

The passengers were terrified, and some of them started to pray. The plane was losing altitude quickly, and the captain was trying to find a place to land. The only option was a small airport in the middle of nowhere. They made a rough landing, and the passengers were relieved to be on the ground.

But their relief was short-lived. As soon as they stepped off the plane, they realized that something was very wrong. The airport was deserted, and there was no one there to help them. The runway lights flickered and went out, leaving them in complete darkness.

The passengers huddled together, trying to stay warm. They could hear strange noises coming from the darkness around them. It sounded like someone or something was moving towards them. The fear was palpable, and the passengers knew that they had to find a way out.

One of the passengers, a young woman named Sarah, decided to explore the airport. She took her flashlight and walked towards the terminal building. As she approached it, she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. She turned her flashlight towards it, but there was nothing there. She shrugged it off and continued walking.

As she entered the terminal, she saw that it was in disrepair. The walls were cracked, the floors were dirty, and there was a musty smell in the air. Sarah walked towards the check-in counter, hoping to find a phone or a radio to call for help. But as she got closer, she saw something that made her blood run cold.

There was a body lying behind the counter. It was covered in blood, and its eyes were open, staring at the ceiling. Sarah gasped and backed away. She turned to run, but she saw movement out of the corner of her eye again. This time, it was closer. She turned her flashlight towards it, and she saw a figure standing in the darkness.

It was a man, but he wasn't like any man she had ever seen. He was tall, thin, and pale, with long hair that hung over his face. He wore a tattered suit and had a twisted smile on his lips. Sarah screamed and ran towards the exit, but the figure was right behind her.

As she burst through the exit, Sarah saw that the other passengers had gathered together in a circle, holding hands and reciting a prayer. But the figure was still following her, and it was getting closer.

Sarah ran towards the group of passengers, hoping that safety in numbers would protect her. But as she got closer, she saw that the figure was not alone. There were more of them, and they were closing in.

The passengers saw what was happening and broke their circle, trying to run away. But it was too late. The figures had surrounded them, and they started attacking. Their hands were cold as ice, and their touch drained the life out of the passengers.

Sarah watched in horror as the passengers fell to the ground, their bodies lifeless. She tried to run, but the figures grabbed her. Their hands were like claws, and their touch was deadly. Sarah could feel her life slipping away as they drained her energy.

Suddenly, there was a bright light, and the figures vanished. Sarah looked around, confused and disoriented. She saw that the airport was filled with emergency vehicles, and the rescue team was evacuating the remaining passengers. She was safe, but she was traumatized by the experience.

The investigation revealed that the airport had been abandoned for years, and it was a haven for a cult that practiced dark rituals. They had lured the plane to crash land there, hoping to use the passengers' energy to summon their dark god.

The passengers who survived the attack were never the same. They suffered from nightmares, anxiety, and post-traumatic stress disorder. Sarah, in particular, was haunted by the memory of the figures, and she could never forget their touch.

The incident was kept under wraps by the authorities, and the airport was permanently closed. But rumors circulated among the locals about the haunted airport, and some claimed that they could still hear the screams of the passengers on a quiet night.

Years passed, and the incident faded from memory. But Sarah could never forget what happened to her. She became a recluse, living in fear of the unknown. She never stepped foot on a plane again, and she avoided airports at all costs.

The horror that happened on that flight still lingered, and it would forever be a reminder that not everything that takes flight ends up soaring to new heights.


About the Creator

Mogomotsi Moremi

Author and Web developer

Telling stories, one word at a time. Bringing worlds to life through my books and articles. #WriterLife #NeverGiveUp

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