CreepCast - The Flight Attendants Won’t Stop Crying | CreepCast

Episode Date: September 7, 2025

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Today we are diving into two stories of similar natures we've been told. One of them is a fan-made, or both of them are a fan-made story, right? Mm-hmm. Yep. Two fan-made stories. Most people are posted in R-slash Creepcast. two fan made stories uploaded to the creepcast Reddit because we are we're welcoming in people which is funny because this first story which is probably the most upvoted story that has been submitted so far is I woke up in the hospital two weeks ago everyone seems off

and that was uploaded to no sleep a long time ago and was removed I believe the guy was banned so Isaiah do you want to tell us about the author at all? Yeah, so the author, their name on Reddit is user C Paper 7418, but their name is Dean Bowell, Dean Bowler, Dean Boy. Their bio reads that they create short horror stories and upload them as narrations to listen to on YouTube. So you can head to their YouTube channel. We'll have it linked in the description where they do narrations of their own stories, which is pretty sick. They have 161 subscribers at the time of recording, and we need you to get those numbers up. Um, so it seems that a bunch of people really like this story.

It had over 2,000 upvotes on R slash no sleep. And then it got taken down. Uh, and he says, so he reposted it in R slash creepcast. And then as soon as he did, it got over 300 upvotes. And then in the comments, he said, thanks for enjoying it. It was top trending on no sleep, but got removed because I made a mistake on the original upload. Um, and then he says was hoping. it would be appreciated on some other subredits.

Someone mentioned that, you know, this is typical for no sleep. And he replied to that comment and said, they low key rubbed it in. I tried to make them appeal. And they were like, quote, decision stands. I hope you have a wonderful day.

Good God. So once again, we've said this before. We'll say it again. Any of you, no sleep refugees, feel free to come to our shores for safety. We will take your story.

you will take your poor and you're hungry I'm sure there's like a method for their curation and the madness that it is but it just so much of it reads like a like a power trip doesn't it? Yeah well a lot of it's like the idea is

with no sleep it has to be real right? It has to come across as someone actually posting this scary story that happened to them so sometimes it's like oh you added a prologue oh you did this It's like normal storytelling conventions that wouldn't exist if it was a real story.

That's why at the end, there always has to be a reason the person is posting it to the internet. But like with left-right game, that's why there was that bizarre middle ground of the guy like, hey, guys, posting this section because Bristol sent me the email. So it's like dumb, but I also understand it. But sometimes it seems like they take it too far. Like he made a mistake. And it's like, you wouldn't make a mistake in real life. There would be a mistake if this really happened. and so kick it out.

So it's kind of dumb. But he also mentions in other parts of it that he writes a lot more stories in this. He has more stories on the way. And Dean, anytime you want to send stuff over to us, we are more than happy to take it. Yeah. And I will be sure to leave a link in the description to his YouTube channel as well, Dean Boy. Otherwise, I just want to say thank you guys for listening on the audio platforms as well, such as Spotify, Apple Podcast, and giving us a good rating.

It helps us out. And also thank you to our awesome Patreon members who do support the channel and get all that fresh goodness. Without further without further ado, let's just, I'd say let's just jump in. Let's just jump right in, Hunter. All right. So I woke up in the hospital two weeks ago. Everyone seems off. Bear with me.

I know this sounds crazy. Two weeks ago, I woke up in a hospital bed. They told me I was in a car accident. I don't remember the crash, just a blinding flash of light. Since being discharged, things have felt wrong. Not just slightly off, deeply off. Like the world is wearing a mask, and I'm the only one who can see the seams. Little things were off at first, easy to dismiss.

But today, something happened. Something I can't explain. And now, I know for sure, whatever this is, it isn't just in my head. This is real, and I'm scared. At first, nothing seemed too weird. I'd never spent a night in a hospital before, so waking up in a sterile, fluorescent, lit room was bound to feel unsettling. I brushed it off. My parents were more doting than usual, but for people who sunned had almost died, they took it surprisingly well.

At least, until we got to the car. That's when the concern cracked, and the disappointment seeped through. They scolded me for wrecking my O-3 Saturn shipbox, calling me a reckless. The words sounded right, worried, even empathetic. but something was off my mom's face kept shifting like she couldn't settle on how she was supposed to feel

my dad though he barely moved it's okay so I'm glad he followed up the shifting comment by saying she didn't know how to feel because at first I thought he met her face keeps like changing its features shape shifting yeah yeah

and he's like he's like huh something's a little what's wrong with mom no I like this little unusual I like the unsettling nature of very class alcohol wine drunk mom and emotionally absent father standing there of the amount of times I've seen that at my friend's house it's insane even but I like your friend's house not your house

no no my mom my mom was uh my mom was smiling she was happy and my dad was uh he was drunk and somewhere else so it would not not quite the full picture here but I do like the idea so when you think of like parental disappointment it definitely is a friend of yours and not you that you think of right is that what you're saying i'm i told you that i had my own demons but this one is the classic wine drunk mom and the dad who's sitting there i had this buddy mom glug glug glug every goddamn night was insane i'd be like can i get some pizza rolls and she'd just be like they're in the they're in the toaster you're like what and then the dad would be downstairs and this lazy boy and he'd just be watching key and peel in the dark

like, okay. I'm just going to go back out to the room. Bye. I guess what I'm saying is I immediately I have a face to this person. I'm picturing as my friend. Sure, buddy. You want to say. Okay. He sat rigid, staring straight ahead as if turning his head wasn't an option. But I could feel him watching me. His gaze lingered in the rearview mirror, heavy and cold. Each time I glanced up, I catch his eyes for just a split second before he snapped them back to the road. But I knew. I knew he never really looked away. After the sixth time, I stopped looking away too. Mirr became a silent one-way standoff as I waited for him to scold me through it again. He didn't so much as glance at it for the rest of

the drive. It was a short drive. None of this was cause for concern, really. Nothing that followed was all that crazy. But when we got home, I felt a shift. Coming from harsh fluorescence of the hospital and the golden stretch of road outside, I wasn't prepared for the cool dimness of the house. It wasn't dark, exactly. Mom always kept the shades open. She liked the light. But now they weren't quite shut, just not open enough. Like someone had hesitated halfway and left them there. My family didn't linger. After some pleasantries, Mom disappeared into the master bedroom. Dad went back to work and I was left alone on the living room couch. I popped a Tylenol, took a few hits from my pin in the bathroom, settled in. The rest of the day was mostly silent, aside from the occasional

sound of Mom's bedroom door opening and closing. I wasted time scrolling on my phone, barely aware of the shifting sunlight until a beam stretched across the room and hit my eyes. I turned from my pillow to the armrest, bought myself another 20 minutes, then another beam crept up, warming my feet like some kind of passive aggressive warning from the sun. All right, message received. Side peeled myself off the couch, mumbled, screw it, you win before dragging myself to my room. I was asleep before I could think too much about it. So hold on. He was lying on his phone and then so it seems like daylight came too quickly is what I gather from that right I think I just well maybe I guess I read it as it was on his eyes and then that's so much time had

elapsed that it was now at his feet or whatever and he's just like all right I better go to my room unless I'm wrong the week that followed was unusual to say the least it was summer break and normally I'd be stocking shelves at Walmart or messing around with my friends but doctors orders were pretty straightforward. You've got a concussion. Don't be an idiot. No standing for long periods, no heavy lifting, no unnecessary risks. Fine by me. I got a doctor's note, a couple of weeks off, and a temporary escape from the joys of minimum wage labor. It wasn't the end of the world. Part-time jobs come and go. For now, I just had some headaches in a free pass to lay low. Better that than risking something worse, whether it was from dreading work or from one of my friends

intentionally checking a basketball into my skull because we're over-competitive degenerates. I didn't really care to go outside much. The weather hadn't been as sunny as the first day I got back. Clouds hung low, thick, and unmoving, like they were pressing down on the neighborhood. Even when the sun did break through, it was weak. Watery light that barely seemed to touch the ground, just made staying inside feel more justified. So I did. You know, this weirdly reminds me.

of a story that I think we read for the Patreon Blackout. Do you remember that? Yeah, the Yeah, exactly. I know. It was one where the guy was in the neighborhood. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

And there was someone else in the neighborhood. But that story wasn't well written. So all of the strangeness came off as like, this whole town's abandoned. I guess I'll go play with my Legos. Yeah, yeah. None of it made sense. this is a much more subtle version of that where everything on first glance seems normal but there's little inconsistencies he's noticing like the way his mom pulls the blinds or the way the clouds hang and the sunlight shines it's a little bit off in a way that feels uncanny rather than like comedic I like the mixture of that too with a concussion kind of interesting yeah almost like a justifiable madness you know yeah

Yeah, yeah. And not a scenario where it's a grown man playing with Plato and making stick figures, like some other source. It could be. Who know? We're not done yet. Yeah, I get to the next paragraph. And he's like, I decided to make my Play-Doh soldiers. Yeah.

So I got out my easy big oven. Mr. Stuffies likes his tea, room temperature, but not too cold. I moved the Xbox from the basement to my room. Okay. Xbox. Oh, no. The Xbox alone's fine, but we're getting closer.

I might have summoned something. I apologize. I moved the Xbox from the basement to my room. Normally, that would have been a no-go. But if anyone asked, I just plead the concussion card and call it a win. No one even commented on it, which felt strange. Like, they should have, but didn't. I just hold up gaming, eating, zoning out in front of Skyrim,

lower videos in the living room, whatever. aside from family dinners i didn't talk to my parents much the conversations at the table were dull barely conversations at all dad was working later than usual often slipping away right after eating mom was around i knew that much i heard her bedroom doors opening and closing the creek of the floor boards when she walked the soft shift of her feet brushing across the carpet upstairs but i barely saw her not in the kitchen not in the living room not even when i grab snacks at night i don't know why but it's it's very it's very unsettling just the idea of just continuously hearing doors opening and closing from another room well well see it's funny because that's something if you know who else is in the

house you don't even think about like with kail in the house i'll hear her you know doing laundry moving back and forth and it doesn't mean anything but the way he's phrasing it where it's like i know she's here because i hear doors and something moving it's like why are you phrasing it's like why are you phrasing it that way. That's me. I don't like that application. That's me. Every time I'm in.

And I hear Allison shifting around and she shuts her door. I'm just like, what the fuck is she doing? What are she planning? What are you planning? When are you going in there? Where is she a plow?

I say, hey! What are you doing? And she doesn't respond. As you're scuttles and run downstairs. She's at you. Yeah. And then you run to the top of the stairs. And you're like,

like you think this is your house you think you have a right to do things here yeah where are you you think you own the place kind of entitlement is that and then you start throwing things that are very rare uh chinese vases thrown down to the end of the stairs crashing he keeps a stack of them at the top of the stairs because when i first got to his house um there was like you know this broken pottery and like you know porcelin all over the stairs and i got at the top there's a stack of basis. I'm like, Hunter, what are these for? Don't touch. Don't touch us. He hits me with them a lot. And then Hunter

was like, yeah, it's the game we play, but like she didn't. Like you could tell the way she talked about it was not a game to her. And it was something that I probably should have told someone. I'm telling someone about it now. So I think that these are my goodbye faces. Yeah, maybe I

should have done something, but I guess that's what's in the past is in the past. Come to think of it. I don't think I ever saw her downstairs. Aside from dinner, some grocery spoiled, which was weird because mom was normally on top of that kind of thing. When I pointed it out, she took me shopping, which was actually kind of nice. I got way more say in what we stocked the fridge with than usual. That was a win. But as we wandered the aisles, I noticed something. People were staring at me. Not in a casual passing way, intensely. Like they were trying to memorize my face. Or maybe like they weren't sure,

what they were looking at. Each time I caught someone, they snapped their head away like they hadn't been watching at all. But the feeling stayed. Not a single person looked like they could hold a normal expression on their faces. It was like they shifted through raw emotions during the most mundane tasks. I began to feel in danger. And worse, I started to notice something else. As mom and I passed people, I swore I could hear them pivot to watch me after we walked by. I never actually saw it happen, but I could hear it. The soft squeak of a shoe turning, the faint rustle of fabric shifting. I wanted to ask Mom if she noticed anything, but the word stuck in my throat.

If she hadn't, I'd sound crazy. If she had, I didn't want to know. I tried to shrug it off. I'd been a complete goblin for the past week, barely keeping up with shaving, and yeah, my facial hair was patchy as hell. Maybe I just looked like a mess. Maybe I was imagining things. whatever

when I got back home hopped on Xbox made plans with some friends for later in the week told myself I'd get cleaned up by then everything was fine everything was fine two days passed

nothing noteworthy just my growing awareness of how off everything felt mom was moving around more at least I think she was I'd hear footsteps see I don't like that I don't like his phrasing there

I'd hear footsteps soft shuffling noises that always seemed to stop right outside my door the first few times I brushed it off Maybe she was just passing by Maybe she was listening for signs that I was awake But the more I paid attention

The more it felt deliberate The house was dim, sure But my room wasn't I kept my bay window shades open Letting in just enough light To make it feel normal Or at least less like the rest of the house

The hallway outside though It was always in shadow There was only one time of day where light from the high windows in the living room even touch my door and it wasn't now. Interesting.

So he's sitting in his room and he keeps hearing something come up to the door and then stop. But there's too much light getting into his room. Like from outside of his room there's a place where light's supposed to pass through

and at weird times of the day it seems like he's being lit up. interesting that's i i like how gentle it's playing the horror card so far right like very unsettling yeah it's like there's too much light people look at me strange i hear footsteps mom stands outside the door stuff like that it works very well this is probably your childhood hell huh a little bit yeah i did well i did is there a reason that you apply this to me specifically None that I feel comfortable talking about on the podcast. Okay, I did use to prank my sisters with a red light I had.

So I told that, have you ever heard the white with red story? It's like a classic internet, urban legend thing. So it's this, it's this, it's like the short version. It's a creepy pasta. A guy checks into a weird hotel. His room connects to a room next door. And he hears from the front desk that, there's a ghost that lives in the room next to him.

So he looks through the keyhole one night and he sees like a woman, like sitting in a chair, like a ghostly bride-looking figure. And then the next night he looks again and she's standing up right over in the corner. And the next night he looks and all he sees through the keyhole is red, like something bright red looking back at him. And he figures, oh, she must have figured out I was creeping on her. So she hung like a scar for put up something red to block my view. And then as he's checking out of the hotel, he asked,

about the woman that supposedly died there and the guy's like, yeah, everything about her is pretty normal except her eyes that were deep red and it was like, oh, she was looking through, he was looking through the keyhole and she was staring back at him. Yeah, it was her eye. So I told my sister's that story to prime them, to freak them out. And they were very scared. So then that night,

I would like walk around. I would like run up to their door and stop. They both slept in the same room at this time. So I'd run up to the door and stop and they'd be like, no, they'd be like, or whatever. So I'd like walk away and then and like get up to the door and quit. And they're like,

and I had, I had a red. It was like a red flashlight. So after I did that a few times, I just held it up to the bottom of the door. This red light, like shot across the floor

through the room. And as soon as I did, they both just, ah, oh! Mom! Mom! that's a lot that's a lot funnier and more innocent than i legitimately thought you're going to have like a military grade red laser and shine it through and they look through and you like blinded

one of your sisters or something like that no i never i never hurt them seriously it was just scares i like to scare them a lot like go put something i remember i had this fake spider like a tarantula thing that i taped to their window outside so the next morning when they opened up the blinds like there was a spider on freaked to me i'd do stuff like that i never heard them, though. You're like 24 and they made them better people. So yeah, well, I would, I would have been like, at the time I was doing most of this, I would have been like 10 to 12.

So they were the ages of like six to eight. God. Maybe 10. So yeah, I was, I was mean, but they're better people now. They're both, they're both, they're both graduate to college. They're both successful. I like to think I had a hand in that. Okay.

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the same soft shuffle glanced over from the edge of my bed half expecting nothing just another trick of my nerves for a split second I saw them her toenails just at the edge of the door

I don't like that the instant I don't like that either the instant I registered them they shot back too fast so fast it was like they hadn't been there at all I don't like that God, what the fuck? Mom,

I see your titsies. Mommy? Mom, you have beautiful feet. Okay. Okay. All right. But I knew what I saw. The carpet where they had been left the faintest depression before slowly rising back

into place. Oh, oh, that's awful. It moves so quick. The carpet rises. The carpet came and catch up as fucked. My stomach twisted. Okay, that was it. No more dab pin.

No more convincing myself. I wasn't tripping out when clearly I was seeing shit. I waited, listened, heard her to shuffle away, her door clicked shut. I exiled. Rub my face and stood up. Enough of this. I needed to get out of the house. Needed to see my friends, James, Nikki D. and Tyler.

The goal was simple. Sober up, ground myself, and maybe, just maybe, bring up what was going on. Over Xbox, they'd all sounded completely normal. I'd only mentioned a few things in passing. Nothing that set off any alarms for them. But of our talks had just been about girls from our school, memes, and bullshitting, and Rainbow Six Siege lobbies. Maybe I was just overthinking.

Maybe everything was fine. but as I grabbed my keys and headed for the door, I couldn't shake the feeling that somewhere upstairs, mother was listening. That's so good. Obviously, driving wasn't an option. My car was totaled. My parents handed me $250 for the scrap.

It was apparently worth, and that was that. So how bad did he total it? That they got $250 or that that was a reasonable amount to get out. To be fair, to be fair, it was a 2003 Saturn. But $250, like there were, like, you couldn't sell the radio out of it? I think they overpaid, I think they overpaid them. Okay. Okay.

So I dusted off my old bike from the shed in the back. I didn't even glance at the house on my way out. Didn't need to see my creepy-ass mom peeking from some upstairs window like a horror movie extra. If I did, I'd probably swerve straight into traffic just to avoid dealing with it. that's a reasonable response. Instead, I shoved the thoughts down and let myself believe just for a little longer

than I was just tripping balls. That was safer. That was better. Besides, my odds were good. I still had headaches. I was still a little stoned. I was still taking Tylenol. Put it all together

and maybe my brain was just running like a lackey Xbox. A lot of mentions of the Xbox. I just want to say that. Say that again, what did you say? I said just a lot of mentions of the Xbox. A lot of Xbox.

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We had a pump, a football, which lasted about 10 minutes before it needed air again, and a frisbee. Some was bright for the first time since I'd left the hospital, and for the first time in days, I felt good. I'd shaved, I was surrounded by my friends, and I started to think, no, I started to hope, maybe I'd just been missing out on real in-person socialization. I almost fell for it. Almost let myself believe everything was fine. this is also interesting because so far it could just be read as someone who has a concussion yeah that's not saying it's like growing paranoia yeah we played for hours eventually we were

wiped ready to debrief before heading home i was closest to the corner of the field where the old water pump was so i went first dank the lever let the water rush out cut my hands drank The others chatted behind me, their voices blending with the soft splash of the pump. Refreshed, I wondered back to where we'd been playing Frisbee, flopped onto the grass, and pulled out my phone. The sun was brutal, washing out the screen. I tilted it, angling downward to block the glare, squinting as I reached for the power button, and then I froze, because in the black reflection of my phone screen, I saw them, all three of them,

standing at the water pump staring at the back of my head James and Tyler's faces were wrong their jaws hung open too wide far past what should have been possible it wasn't just slack it was distorted their bottom lips curled downwards just enough to reveal rows of teeth their heads tilted forward eyes locked onto me shoulders hunched arms dangling too loosely at their sides

they look like something out of a nightmare like the scream, but worse. Nikki wasn't as bad. He was staring too, but his face shifted, same way my mom's did when she picked up from the hospital. Like, he couldn't quite get it right. And yet, their conversation hadn't stopped. Their voices came out perfectly, flowing like normal.

James and Tyler weren't moving their mouths. The water pump was still running. I had my phone up for maybe a second, but my whole body jerked like I'd been stabbed. my fingers fumbled and my phone slipped from my hands, leaning in the grass with a soft dud. Nicky asked if I was good. I could barely think, barely breathe.

Beads of sweat formed on my temples. I swallowed hard, forced to smile, forced the words out. Yeah. Yeah, I'm great. And I turned to face them, normal. They looked normal. Everything was normal, but my stomach twisted into knots because I knew what I saw. For the first time since I got home, I realized

I had nowhere to run You sure you're good I can't even remember who asked me that Yeah I'm good man My head's just pounding I think I should go home That part was true It was pounding

Nicky frowned You need a ride Internally No externally No bro What you like driving dudes around Your car or something

You into teenage boys I got this I just offered you a ride Well, you made to suck your cock on the way home That's just a pretty formal thing Hey, well, you want to, you want to eat my asshole out And you know, do all kinds of weird stuff with me You'll be jack you off in the driver's seat

Okay, I see that I'll never ask this ever get in my life It's funny because any time I offered to give you a ride somewhere That's typically what you say I jump for joy and I do I do yes, yes My job of dad Yes You're giving You're giving them too much to work with

Yeah I think I take Three or four Butterscotch candies I roll around my mouth And I get my My saliva nice and Nice and thick

And I do I do I say I say I quit I say quit I guess if you want to Is why I say like that Oh gosh

What? Okay So I guess we can't be Bros It's fine I guess we can't do what fellas do I guess boys can't be boys Oh gosh

The other two laughed Detention cracked just a little We all started getting ready to part ways But I dragged it out I will say that that interaction though Like trying to get out of something with a friend And then saying that is one of the most realistic things We've ever read on the show

That's 100% like a Why you're like driving dudes? What are you? That's pretty why is that realistic we all started getting ready to part ways but I dragged it out paced around their cars made jokes

toss the football over the hoods anything to stall kissed each other kept stealing glances at the mirrors and windows waiting for another glimpse of what was under their veils nothing first few times I swear I saw their eyes dart away from mine in the reflections like they knew what I was doing

then it was like they just stopped looking towards me altogether No matter how I angled myself, how past I glanced, I'd never caught them like I had on the field. And yet, looking back, I can't shake the feeling like they knew exactly where I was looking. Like they had just found ways to stare at me from difficult angles without me ever catching their eyes. Such a pick me girl, dude. Is that what the story's about? A pick me?

I think it might be. All right, guys. So, well, you don't want to fucking kiss my chest now or something? Were we not bros now? It's weird. When they look at me, I feel scared, but when they don't look at me, I get angry. It's definitely something to pick me, energy, dude. Okay.

I'm just glad they let me go home. I don't even know what the end goal is, but I feel like I'm being bled out, played with before I'm eaten. Eden. I managed to steady my breathing on the ride back. So I pulled up to my house, I veered towards the spare garage, an old attached structure, barely used, except for storage. I figured I'd leave my bike in there for now, just so I wouldn't have to linger outside

any longer than necessary. I wheeled up to the side door, gripped the rusted handle, the lock had long since broken, and with a firm push, the door groaned open. Dust and stale air hit me first, scent of old cardboard and forgotten chunk.

The space was dim, faintly illuminated by streetlights, filtering through the grimy windows. I rolled my bike inside, careful not to trip over scattered tools, and warped furniture when I froze. In the center of the garage, right where it shouldn't be, was my car. Perfectly intact.

Okay, that's good. That's cool. Perfectly intact. Not totaled. Not even scratched. My breath caught in my throat. I took a slow step forward, fingers brushing the hood. Cold, real, tangible.

The last I had heard of this car, I was being told it had. been wrecked, scrapped. My parents handed me $250 and said, that's all it was worth. So why was it here? I circled to the driver's side and peered inside. The keys weren't in the ignition, but they dangled from the dash.

Something was off. The seat, normally adjusted to fit me, was pushed all the way back, like someone much taller had been sitting there. A low tremor crawled up my spine. The car, despite being untouched, was covered in dust. How long was I in the hospital?

It doesn't matter. It was getting dark. I did a quick fluid check, ran my hands over the tires, making sure it'd be ready if I needed it, and jogged back to the house. The second I stepped through the front door, it hit me again.

Oh. Rapid aggressive shuffling. Door slam. Then in a voice too casual, too normal to be real. Honey, you missed dinner? Want me to heat something up for you? No.

It's okay, Mom. I'll handle it. The living room TV was blue-screened. Casting a sickly glow over the open floor plan. I didn't dare mess with my parents' setup. At this point, they had to know I was on to them. I would do nothing to disturb the peace. I grabbed some snacks from the fridge, went straight to my room, locked the door.

I got my old iPod Gen 6 from middle school, buried in a shoebox, and set it to charge. For a while, I just sat there, listening. It was too quiet. I FaceTime the iPod from my phone, hesitating, debating whether I should even leave my room. The upstairs layout was simple. Four rooms. Mine was first, on the left at the top of the stairs. My parents was last on the right.

At the very end, a closet where we kept detergent and towels. my bathroom was the last door on the left the plan was simple a strategic iPod drop off during my next bathroom run I executed flawlessly waiting for the next round of patrolling before slipping out I cracked the closet door just enough

to give my iPod a view down the hall plug the charger in beneath the bottom shelf and left it there I hit an eye wait first of all not to put the bump in the road can you FaceTime an iPod I thought you could with the

I thought you could with the eye touches but maybe I'm not sure Unless he's just talking about Unless he's just talking about like iPhone Maybe I'll go with it I just remember the eye touch They had like the camera and stuff on I remember

That one probably I guess I didn't think FaceTime was a thing back then But whatever A way to see what my parents really looked like When they thought no one was watching Almost regret this decision it seemed fine when I got back in my room and locked the door

quietly angled my dresser in front of it wedging my desk chair as tightly as I could under the handle too much movement too much movement from him no from the parent's like he's a spider or sorry it's like he's a bug in a spider's web yeah no he's fucked he's caught right now

dude when he opened that door and it says shuffling aggressive like movement and then a door slamming like everything was out and then the second he opened that door at all like cockroaches when you turn on the light

all scurried back in the place I heard my parents door fly open slamming into the inside wall of their bedroom by the time I grabbed my phone she was already there standing at the end of the hall facing my door swaying

she was past the weird shifting face that Nikki had whatever this is there's stages her jaw wasn't just distended it was stretched beyond its limit the skin pulled so tight it dangled with every sway of her body even from here i could see the bags under her eyes not just dark circles but loose sagging foals that drooped to her upper lip exposing way too much dry pink island her hair thin and patchy clung to her scalp with a greasy sheen from the glow of the living room tv and the dim light spilling from the master bedroom. Her arms didn't hang. Her elbows were bent and stiff, unnatural 90-degree angles. Shoulders hunched forward, wrist limp, long bony fingers dangling. The only way I knew it was my mom was the pajama top, clung to her sharp skeletal frame, stretched over the ridges of her spine,

hanging loose around her frail shoulders. She leaned in, pressed against the door. Her head tilted. slow, deliberate, like she could see through the wood, tracking exactly where I was, and then a whisper. Honey, are you awake? Her mouth didn't move. Lips stretched thin,

jaw unhinged and frozen in that grotesque, slack-jawed state. But the words came anyway, perfectly clear, perfectly human. I know you're up, honey. I just heard you moving Uh, yeah I just moved some furniture around

I didn't like where my TV was A pause Then the whisper again Perfectly clear Perfectly human Can I see My throat tightened Tomorrow

I'm naked right now And I don't know I don't want to get dressed Please Please please please work. I was frozen, a face glued to my phone screen, not daring to look away from the grainy FaceTime feed.

My breath barely made a sound. And finally, Okay, tomorrow then. As she spoke, something shifted in the farthest, darkest corner past the stairs. First, I thought it was just a shadow, but then an arm. Thin, brittle, dangling down from the ceiling. like a puppet on cut strings. Another arm followed.

Then a body, slow and deliberate, lowering itself down the wall. My stomach turned to ice. Dad. Did he ever even leave the house? Was he already this far along when he picked me up from the hospital with mom? None of it mattered. He moved with absolute silence, clambering up the stairs. His mom whispered one last time.

Good night. I love you Then dad shuffled past her Same stiff unnatural Cadence mom I'd been moving with for weeks If I weren't staring straight at him Could have sworn it was still her He went to the master bedroom

Close the door Then without making a single noise He came back Just completely silently Like through the house A trick I would have surely fell for If I hadn't been watching them this whole time Ugh

it's like okay we're going to go reset we're going to shut the door and then we're going to be completely silent and then pat wait to pounce well yeah it makes all the it makes all the noise they've been making more deliberate and less like yeah before it almost felt like animals like going in and out you know i mean recklessly but now it feels all intentional which is just fucking horrifying trying to mimic what parents sound like closing doors opening doors and stuff like that but now it's like they can be completely silent when they're ready he ended right behind where she was standing And that brings me to now. For the past two hours, they've been outside my door. Every move I make, they track it through the wood, through the silence. It's 302 a.m. If I can just make it to daylight without passing out, I think I can open the bay window and jump. After that, straight to the spare garage, grab the car, get out of town. I don't know how far this shit is spread, but I can't stay here.

oh god they're getting on the ground lowering themselves peeking under the door i might have to go right now okay okay damn it i'll i'll update when i'm safe that's the end you know what i like about that ending too is solid i like that i like that ending because there's no part two i like that this is one of those things where this is the perfect story to not have a sequel by the way um This is a thing that is so simple. Really, the only thing that happens is a guy is like walking around. He goes and visits his friend once, comes back to the house and the parents are still being weird.

It just goes to show that like not a lot of things happen in a story, but the way that it's paced out and the way that you basically are just given. Like, it's such a simple idea, but it uses the short format in a great way where I feel like I, there's a lot of things I like about this. one still don't really know if this guy if this kid is like and this is all just a concussion nightmare thing is even awake you know what I mean this like I mean I don't I don't know if he's like in a fucking coma or something like that like the the wreck could have been real and this is all just playing out in his head or something could be in his head could be some kind of um like he's fallen prey to some something that's he's in a coma and this is all in a coma or or maybe some, I don't know, some alternate world, some weird creature.

There's any kind of possibility he could have fallen into. That's what I was going to say is, I know it's, it's been a while since I said it, but very lovecraftian, where it could be that his head struck at his mind open is, is able to see things maybe as they really are or like an alternate dimension of things around him. So I'm like also wondering, are his parents just normal, but he's seeing like the fucked up version of this like alternate reality around him that kind of thing i really love the car not being destroyed either that's like a fun detail that also who gets the fuck i don't need to i don't need

to know what happened with that that's just a great there's just a great tool again for deceit of like what why the fuck is this here you know i mean like we don't i don't need to know more about it but i do like how he's like well you know i'm gonna see if i can regroup and figure out what's up and and then all of a sudden it's like oh wait no they're peering at me from my under the door i might just have to leave now there's just a sense of urgency to where i like that the the the reader can just kind of run with it at the end did he get out was this real these kind of questions are fun i like the conversation you can have with people uh within with an ending like this you know because it feels like everything that the story needed to tell you it has told you

like resolving this monster story isn't going to be i don't think necessarily satisfying i think it like props up a great idea for a scary idea and it gives you just enough to be like, ooh, that was fun. I wonder if it's this or that and it makes it so much more fun than if someone tries to give you the ending in a way where I feel like it's going to disappoint you maybe. So I don't know. I really enjoyed this. I think it leaves just enough unanswered to make you ask some really cool and creepy

questions. I think it tells you just enough and it keeps just enough in the shadows. So this is great. I was also, so I've been reading through his other post, apparently this got removed because nothing tangible happened to the character

according to the no sleep mods. He got a 30 day ban because this and another of his stories broke that same rule according to him that nothing tangible happened to the character. I like how it's like how for no sleep it's like a tangible thing that has to happen to a character is like a child has to either be like

assaulted or like somebody or like a child needs to be assaulted or somebody has to like clearly die when it's like I guess him being through this concussion concussion and then being tormented by his fucking like his entire town his friends and family yeah I mean nothing really happens to him well he did write something funny in our subreddit he said um he says he has a 30 day ban and he says uh because I didn't have something tangible like my character penis sloffing off from radioactive acid treatment. Yeah, they didn't have a indestructible

pedophile come in and have sex with the kids and basically have his way with the mom too in the basement. See, now that would have been, R slash no sleep people are like, rub with their head, all the sweat off their head. They're, uh, yes.

Okay. They have their fucking lunch bell. Woo! There is! Yeah. Sorry, we're going to have to ban this one because of the lack of pedophilia. Nothing happened.

Okay. So if it becomes a rule there has to be a pedophile. So if anything, this is the creative note I'm going to give you. Make the mom a pedophile and make her indestructible and try to have the and try to have the main character burn her, but then she just has his way with him in the basement. Thank you. Look, for what it's worth, for what it's worth, I like the indestructible pedophile story.

I had fun reading it, but it's insane. I also agree not everything has to be that. No, no, no, I just think it's such a, that rule and the reason for that, I guess that ban is so absurd to think that like this kind of torment that the guy is going through is not enough when to me I'm like, this is insane. Also, too, it reads like in the parameters of their format, it reads like a post like it because also it's like it makes no fucking sense for a guy to be like, yeah, I'm stabbed. How many times if we read something on no sleep where it's like, yeah, I've been shot eight times? It's like, can you imagine writing this to Reddit and you're getting shot or like you have eight bolts? Well, I'm bleeding out pretty bad y'all. The indestructible vampire pedophiles coming after me and I feel pretty upset about it. It's like this feels more like a post. Yeah, there's so

many that are completely ruined because it has to be like, it's like people can write interesting stories. It's like, okay, now my character has to find a laptop and then upload. Do you remember the, what was the one story? The one about finding a boat in the middle of the ocean. I forget what it was. My crew found in a band of a yacht or whatever. Yeah, yeah. Or no,

it's like a cruise ship or whatever. Yeah, cruise ship. Every single entry opened and closed with, I got on my laptop and went to Reddit. I'm now typing this out. And how dumb that was. I'm really tired.

But they have to or else they get banned. Yeah, they're like, you better. You either do that or one of the ghosts as a pedophile. Pick your lane. Okay. All right,

Mr. No Sleep. All right, Mr. No Sleep. Fine. so the ghost is a pedophile. Oh, okay, good.

You're safe now. Yeah, I don't know. It's a shame because no sleep is like probably the biggest, like, fictional writing board on Reddit. 18 million, 18 million followers in that. Yeah. And to get seen and to have like, you know,

notoriety is someone who's trying to get into the horror writing space. That's kind of the place you have to go, you know? So, I'm not saying that's complete. I'm not saying that it's. not still a viable place to do that. I just think that...

No, of course not. The rules are so... It is the most viable place that is with all the roles. Also, I'm wondering, too, if it's very much like a... If another mod would have seen it, if they're like, oh, this story's fine.

If there's just like a one power-tripping mod who's like, yeah, not really a lot happen. You know what I mean? Like, I wonder how it's subjective that... That system is for allowing stories on. You know what I mean? Mm-hmm. So, yeah, I'm not sure.

All I know is, this was a great story. I really, I really like the length of it. It was nice and like, like nice and quick. And I think it adds to this little collection. I'm just curious to see how the next story goes. I will say this about the author, um, that we just read Dan Bull or Dean bowl. Um, he, four months ago, he made a post in our slash creep cast absolutely swinging for us on the LaGotti story. like he posted he was like that was good and uh it should be appreciated and then just

reply after reply after reply just like one man on an island just swinging an axe he well yeah he probably has enough experience on fucking Reddit with all the people and the having to fight those mods you know i mean it is what it is so no i mean but in all honesty this was this was a lot of fun you know the only thing that i guess like if i had any, it's not even really even to complain. It's just the whole unhinged jaw thing. I feel like is a bit.

I, okay. So if I, if I'm giving critiques to a story that I really like, and I think it's cool, I feel like the unhitched jaw thing was a little, it's just done. You didn't need a lot. Yeah. To me, the feet under the door was great and the quiet movement was great. You didn't need the jaw, maybe once, but not as like a recurring thing. Although it does kind of make it seem like an entity that's going to eat you, like swallow you. Yeah, but I don't think you need that.

Creepy. I don't think you need it. I don't think you need that. I think for something like this, to me, I think it's like you need to make the, like the, I mean, I say you need. This is my opinion. I think it's effective if you don't have any of that stuff, but you keep challenging the norms of reality.

Like if he would have came home and his mom's shirt was on backwards or whatever. The mom was totally normal, whatever. It's a thing where now at the end, you can make that even crazier where it's like my mom was topless. She was just in her bra. Like, how weird is that? You know what I mean? like that kind of stuff.

And I think that you can get away from like the unhinged jaw, which is just like, I mean, I love, you know, dislocated jaws and rows of teeth and all that kind of stuff. But I think for a story like this where it's, I mean, it's purely like you're questioning if the person's insane or if you're questioning reality. I think keeping it as close to reality and really playing with that is going to have people have so many visceral different reactions. to where I think that's where that conversation becomes more fun to no no no I think he's just to say no it's this or that you know just I think like riding that line is really fun and I think if they're dressed normally it's or if they're totally normal it's just so much creepier like I think about my mom doing that and then like feeling threatened by this thing that I that is completely normal but it's just slightly off is this uncanny valley that I think is really effective and fun you know yeah yeah i think they are a very talented writer and this is a banger i hate that got taken off but please give all of yours to ours we appreciate it also the uh the dad wish i had a little more with the dad i think that we could have had the dad the dad the dad was cool i liked the the unblinking kind of looking forward yeah yeah yeah i like how the coolest part's how he moved silently at the

end that's terrifying to me the scariest parts of the story were the silent movement and in the car at the beginning how the mom couldn't decide what facial expression she wanted to show yeah um those freaked me i'm trying to think if i had any other critiques of it i just think we the xbox we have maybe once too many i thought i thought that he was getting ready to get into some of the gamer language or something like that i was like oh watch out xbox the uh no the um just that we got in a nice little conversation with him and the mom i just like i just to have just because we have we put some emphasis on the dad as well because we put emphasis on the friends he has a nice interaction with them wish there was just maybe one little little

interaction with the dad a bit of him even just trying to talk to him or if the dad just joined the mom at the end and was talking to him as well why don't you let us in you know like just just just just to see it doesn't not necessary but i mean it was really it was really great where it went i really enjoyed it and uh dean if that is your real name please keep making these this was dope also really and this is just me once again i'm not trying to be rude or anything really try to hone in the idea of like really making this character die or being attacked by a super pedophile if you want to actually make it anywhere. So my criticism is maybe he could get molested, perhaps, or also just hear me out.

Yeah. He or someone could explode, but he has to get injured in the explosion. So that way he's bleeding. But as he's exploding, he's typing out the story. And then in the final sentences, he says, wow, I sure hope I don't explode. But then there's a dash at the end. It's hard for me. That he explodes as he hit post.

I'm actually getting fucking pissed. I'm getting fucking pissed because it's hard for me to know if a character has gone through something unless the character is on, like, let's say, a ghost ship. And then there's like fucking vampires attacking him and he gets hurt. And if the character doesn't say that he's hurt on the thing, how am I supposed to know? Right. So it's just one of those things. I'm getting a little heated. Maybe you could have like some clever foreshadowing.

Like maybe in the beginning he could be like, hey, I'm writing this story. And my biggest fear is exploding. so then at the end of the story when he does explode it's like oh that's what he was afraid of and i i guess it's a message about the things you're afraid of or what tend to find you so maybe you could do that and it would actually be good so you know maybe you could try that um yeah listen i mean not everybody can have a home run i mean this was definitely a bit of a strike out uh but next time maybe there's a home run maybe you know maybe maybe stop riding maybe stop riding if you're not willing to put in no i actually i agree just quit writing yeah i know maybe if you're not

ready to incorporate super pedophiles or exploding super pedophiles. You're gonna have to use the super pedophiles at some point. You don't have what it takes to work in this industry. Okay, that's just, that's just how it is. So either get some pedos in there or you better start having people try to kill themselves, try to kill each other by getting them to tell themselves. Figure it out, figure it out.

Choose your lane. Maybe have pedophiles get people to kill themselves through explosions and then at the end our character gets molested and then explodes. Or you have a sheriff in the town, and he's like a badass, but also still pedophile. And he has a warehouse outside of town. And that's how the character would have done it. Maybe he's like, oh, yeah, people are looking at me. But then vice versa, he goes to the woods and finds a pedophilia warehouse.

And that's kind of the idea. And that's how you get that's how you go far. But then of course, but then of course he's a pedophile as well. So he's like, oh, this is great. So he's happy with it. But then it turns out that all the children, that have been abductive are vampires. So it's like, oh, well, I can't have these.

Because that's a threat to kill them now. Now it's a threat. Now it's scary because it's scary. And you can have there be a lot of blood and people dying. And then that would make it scary. So thank you for these rules, master. Thank you for these rules. Fuck sakes.

On to the next story. We're reading a story called, I've been flying for almost 30 hours and the flight intendants won't stop crying, which I just got to say, even reading that title gives me a panic attack. I don't I don't hate flying but planes I think no matter what even if people I don't know I don't mind flying they're a little scary right you're just kind of in a death tube up in the sky I think if I think about it too long because I fly all the time but if I'm setting there for a while and I'm like kind of right beneath my feet's nothing if this was to crash right now I'd have a really long time to think about it then it messes with me a little bit yeah

or like sometimes if we get a lot of turbulence especially on take off I get a little little. Oh, yeah. The butterflies for sure. Yeah. Yeah. I've had some weird flying experiences where it's like, okay, well, this is it. All right.

Well, this is what dying feels like. But yeah, I feel like regardless of how much you do it, it's a little creepy for anyone. But today's story, actually, we have a little treat. It's made by a writer called Warchester Street, which, scrolling through their Reddit, I see that they are a fan of creepcast, or at least they've commented in R slash creepcast. a couple times. And they were very kind to show someone in the subreddit, give them some advice about posting on No Sleep and storywriting.

So they seem like a cool person. They've written a bunch of stories for R-slash-no-Sleep. Some of them highly rated. So we'll have them linked in the description. Be sure to show them some love if you enjoyed. And we certainly appreciate them being cool, writing stuff, and then engaging with the community, it means a lot. But just because you're nice in our subreddit doesn't mean that we're going easy on.

but I will say also with the title the one thing they say about flying is they say if the if the if the people working in the plane aren't freaking out you have nothing to worry about so me seeing a flight intendant crying for 30 hours which first off 30 hours is we were going through hell apparently but if I saw a flight tenant crying I just I don't even know what I I have no idea what I would even be able to do it would be it would be rough I would was on a plane one time and we were flying we had a connection in Atlanta and as we're getting close to Atlanta there was a storm that was apparently so bad they evacuated the tower in Atlanta so we're on our flight and they're like hey guys not landing at Atlanta we have to go we have to go to Charlotte because it's the only airport that'll turn or not Charlotte Charleston South Carolina because it's the only airport that will take us and we can't stay up in the air because we don't have that much gas so the whole way there my wife and I were set at

Kayla and I were sitting on the front row and people kept coming up to the flight attendants and being like, I've got, I've got a flight out of Atlanta and we're going to end up getting there after the flight leaves. And the flight attendants kept having to explain to these people what an airport is. And they would be like, ma'am, no one is leaving or going. The flight will not leave on you. It can't leave. They're like, no. But it takes off in an hour. Yeah. I have no way to talk to you. I can't deal with. is we're going to die in this. I hope you realize we're going to die by the time we get to South Carolina.

Yeah, but my flight. There was one point where like it was this one woman too who kept coming back and asking stupid questions. And at one point, she comes up there and she was like, I don't see why we're going to Charleston. That's not Atlanta. And the guy's like, okay, Atlanta is gone. We can't go there.

And we can't be in the sky because we have to go to the grand. so we're going to go to the ground over here and then we'll come back over there and then she walks back she like loudly stomps back to her seat and she tells her husband he said we have to drive to Orlando and the flight attendant looks at me and Kayla goes did I say that is that what I said did I say that my God man I get yeah I love I would love if they're like we or Atlanta's that option's gone what happened to it where did it go why did they get rid of it who did it who hurt them. Well, Warchester Street, it is time.

Isaiah, are you ready? It is time. I'm ready to get into it. Let us begin. As always, thank you to everyone, uh, who listens on audio platforms, continue to show support there. It means a lot. And of course, our Patreon supporters love you guys the most. It's not that you are more important than everyone else who listens, but you are to me. Your life matters more. So thank you for that. We have a little Q&A thing day of asking some patrons about some of the new episode

recording. So curious to see how that goes. So we'll see. Exactly. Because again, they matter to us more than the others. So, my sweet, sweet little angels. With that, let us begin. I've been flying for almost 30 hours. The flight attendants won't stop crying. 30 hours ago, I hopped on a late night flight from New York heading to Los Angeles. After boarding, I saw that I had an entire row to myself. Take off, passed without incident, and soon I was stretched out for a nap across the row.

I slept for a few hours. I don't know how long, but I slept for a few hours. I don't know how long, but it was a few hours. But I woke up to some severe turbulence. It's possible that the lights in the cabin went out for a moment, but I was so disoriented that it's hard to say. I checked my phone to see that it was 403 a.m., which I figured gave me about an hour until we landed.

When I looked out my window, I was shocked to see nothing but wide open ocean. My jaw dropped. There's obviously no ocean between New York. in Los Angeles. I hit the button to call the flight attendant and spent the next few minutes racking my brain for a lake that could have been possibly big enough to explain what I was seeing. I jumped when the attendant flipped off the light. She was grinning from ear to ear, tears pouring down her cheeks.

How can I help you, sir? I froze for a moment of her reaction before deciding to just ask my question. Where are we? Why does it look like we're flying over in an ocean? She wiped her cheeks to clear the tears, still grinning wildly. Sir, we'll be landing in about an hour. Okay, thank you. After she left, I checked the clock on my phone again.

403 a.m. blinked back at me. Had it changed. Okay, so Hunter, right now, roleplay, what do you do in this scenario? You're the guy in the seat. So, wait, can I start at the crying woman? Yeah, sure. So she's crying. And then she comes up and says, we'll be landing in about an hour.

Who did this to you? What's wrong? Who did this? Who did this? I would make a big scene. Oh, my God. And I would say, oh, my God, are you okay? Is it the pilot?

I say, isn't the pilot? So you're immediately white knighting off the get-go. Anytime I can white knight, I say, I absolutely do it. I say, oh, my God, who did this? Okay, so then she responds and goes, what are you talking about, sir? I'm fine. And I say, don't fucking play. Hey, hey, don't play coy with me.

All right? You're sitting here crying like a babbling brook. In my head, you're grabbing her face. Like you grabbed her cheeks. No, no, no. I don't, I don't do that. But I say, hey, hey! Oh, sorry.

I don't mean to raise my voice, but I say, you are obviously a woman in distress, and I need to know how I can help. Let me help you. And I say, again, I'm like, don't mean me fucking ask you again. Is it a fucking pilot? Because it's the pilot. You let me know, and I will go in there, and I will break. hell is what I would say I'm gonna you're like you know I'm gonna take over this plane this is a hijacking now I actually I've done flight simulator since I was 13 years old I can land this bird so easily okay Tasha yeah Tasha have a beautiful name that's a beautiful name wasn't a pilot wasn't in the pilot is what I keep saying like that and there'd be a guy next to me looking at me he's like can I get a water and I'm like no stop it I'm like no you don't have to

You don't have to take orders from this people, these fucking animals. Well, if there's a woman asking for a water, what would you say? Honestly, sweetheart, I appreciate you trying to stay hydrated and stay mentally focused for this flight, but I need you to just give me and Tasha five minutes. Could you do that for me? Because if there's one thing I know about you is that you respect women. Oh, God, more than anything. Up and down all over.

And I would hand her my pillow because, you know, they gave you the little in-flight pillow. Of course. I'd be like, I'd say, please. and honestly and Tasha this isn't against you because honestly I know American Airlines you didn't make the plane I give the I give the woman next to me her name Sabrina is he Sabrina that's a beautiful name first off Sabrina I just want to say it's a beautiful name right they take this pillow I'm just put it behind your neck because you're not going to get any lumbar support all right once you have a beautiful rest of sleep because you're beautiful little princess all right when I say Tasha you tell me you you tell me right now if that fucking dog-faced man

The cockpit did this. Did he do this to you? And that's how it handled the situation. Right. You know, it's funny because a lot of you guys probably think he's joking or playing it up. I've never been on a flight with Hunter where he's acted normally. There's always some bit. There's always something.

Do you want to tell him about what you did on that flight to Tampa? What did I do on the flight to Tampa? Yeah, that one from Kansas City to Tampa. Do you remember that? I don't I barely remember what happened yesterday I don't remember we were this is when we were going to shoot the ghost hunting video we made with Charlie or voice critical I remember going to Tampa but what did I do on the flight while we were going there he does he had bought he's like $20 crappy Amazon webcams to look like the old Zach Beckins like ghost adventure stuff so he decided to test them out on the plane by acting like he was in an abandoned and building. So he's setting he's setting in the chair

and he's got the camera like this close to his face and he's like, guys, I don't. Did you hear that? Guys, guys. And he's like panicking and like sweating. And in the background,

you can just see rows of people. Someone shifts in their sleeve. He's like, did you hear that? Did you guys hear that? And Nick's filming him too. And has it. an equally close camera up in his face.

Tell them what you tell them what happened in the bathroom. Yeah, I was going to say the only thing I remember that you say that because I totally forgot we bought those cameras. The only thing I remember the bathroom is that I was recording myself in there and I was pretending that I was like doing a ghost scent thing. And then I stood up and then I just like

I pretty much just filmed my shit in this like an airplane toilet. And I just kept looking in the mirror. It's a whole, it doesn't matter. You know what? I was being a little silly. he filled he filled the toilet and he was like and the way he had the crappy iR filter on so everything was black and white and he's spinning around in the bathroom like guys i don't know guys i think

there's a ghost in here spirits are you with us and as he's spinning you just pass the toilet that's full up just keeps there were four different bathrooms on that trip he did that I don't know how he was ready to go and everyone we came across. I did forget we did have a, we did have a moment. There was a shit toilet in the, I go something.

I told him to forget about that. Yeah. So anyway, I must have been backed up for a while. I was holding in some demons in. You every one of them. I was like, this has to be the last one.

Surely. I just remember. I just remember because we were, I felt bad. I feel bad because I opened the door. And there's nothing more. kind of like whenever you're watching your dog take a shit and he looks at you and you can just tell he's ashamed

or whatever. So I get out of the bathroom and just by like an unforeseeable wind gussed this like horrid wretched smell out of the bathroom and the woman in the front row would have right by the bathroom just did

good God I had to walk by her and be like hey he's there you don't know, yeah, you 100 wants my still as the camera. He's like, are you with us? Spirit, speak to us. Say something.

Sorry, man. I didn't mean. Sorry, it's a bad. I had some bad Chipotle last night. Mm-hmm. He kept putting the camera in the floor to be like, I think I'm sensing something. And as the camera spins,

you just see rows of feet. And he's like, is that a person? Does that look like a person back there? It's just a woman in shoes. So anyway, my point is, him deciding to like, White Knight over a stewardess asking

if the pilot beat her, you know, the pilot she met like five minutes ago when the flight began that would be on par. That would be a bit. He wouldn't have been. So yeah, he's in the plane to fly it's crying. I had to have been waiting with my call light on for at least five minutes. How is it possible that it hadn't changed

at all? I opened up my laptop and saw it two displayed 403 a.m. I pulled out my phone. started a stopwatch in the app, spent the next two hours looking back and forth between the clocks, waiting for them to change. They never did. I tapped the shoulder of an older woman sitting in the row ahead of me. She looked back and annoyed expression across her face.

Yes? Do you know how long until we land? She narrowed her eyes. That flight attendant said it would be about an hour. Shook my head in confusion. That flight attendant, we talked almost two hours ago. You should have landed already. she stared at me as if I was crazy

I was going to continue trying to convince her but I felt a hand on my shoulder I spun to see a male flight attendant grinning down at me tears pinging off his cheeks onto my shoulder sir I'm gonna ask you to calm down or I'll be calling the captain I told him that wouldn't be necessary and sat back you removed his hand and stepped away

I feel like he has been pretty amicable I don't think he's really caused a fuss has he Hey how long to we land sir sir sir sir, sir, I'm going to get the taser. I'm going to get the bite dog. It'd be different if she's like, the flight attendant said

an hour from now. And he's like, an hour now, are you fucking crazy? We're going to die. That would elicit something, but I feel like him being like, oh, that's weird. That's weird. We talked a couple hours ago. Don't really think. And he's like, is there a problem? You got a problem here? Is this a problem?

You wouldn't want this to be a problem, would you? You won't want this to be a problem. we'll throw you out we've done it before sir we can do it again sir flight attendants continue to stop by every few hours offering meals every few hours god damn dude watch continues to kick up been sitting there like i ain't another two hours pass by hey any hour now at what point do you cause a problem at what point are you're like all right you know what i've got a gun after she says after the flight attendant said an hour or landing an hour

is like from then or when? How long until you cause a problem? Like that guy like the flight of 10 came out I was like am I going to have to tell the captain like at what point are you like you know what? Yeah, tell the captain. When she said an hour from now

I would say 30 minutes after that. So before an hour's even passed Exactly. Before even the amount of time. That's what I'm doing the whole time. Get me out of this death trap. That's right. I'd be rolling around.

Oh God. What is this? What kind of magic show is this? We're doing that. So Hunter gets on a two-hour flight. One hour into the two-hour flight. He's making demands. He's trying to land this thing.

Fucking land. My stopwatch continued to tick up and is now telling me that I've been on this plane for more than 30 hours. I've explored all of Coach, tried talking to some of the other passengers. But they've all told me that they're expecting to land in an hour. or so around three hours ago i tried getting into first class made it past the curtain but was escorted back by two grinning flight attendants the grip of my arms were like iron sir the seatbelt light sign is on please remain in your seat with your buckle fasten will be landing in about an hour that would piss me off just about i thought that hold on this is a woman speaking are you not

going to be kind and respectful to them listen you're a perfect angel but you are releasing some kind of demon from me. Please don't make me go there, is what I would say. I say, please do not make me go there. Don't make me open up the cage, let the tiger out to play. I'm unfurling my wings and darkness will cast over this plane. Do you hear me? Not if you hear me.

Hunter gets shot to death by an air marshal. Freeze! I just about giving up hope When a woman came down the aisle dressed in a business suit She didn't look at me or slow down But she dropped a piece of paper onto my tray She made her way to the bathrooms at the back of the plane I shot a look around before unrolling it

It said Are you stuck too? I pulled out a pen and wrote Yes, it's been 30 hours I folded the scrap of paper up and set it on my tray closest to the aisle She left the bathroom and picked it up as she passed it's been 20 minutes since then I don't know why but I don't think the flight attendants would like it if they knew we were talking

it doesn't matter I have to do something I'll update you all with whatever happens next in the part one all right so that's end to part one I just want to say this I think he's dead right if a person feels like this is probably going to be like a purgatory meme or something like that the uh it's funny that she's like ha it drops like a note I legitimately thought that with how childish felt they he was going to be like, yeah, I've been here 30 minutes

and he makes an airplane out of it. He's like, look in the paper and makes an airplane throws it perfectly through first class into the bathroom. I think so far it's been fine. It hasn't. It's just been like, I'm stuck on the flight. I don't know what's happening.

Yeah. I think it feels good so far. I think it is kind of a creepy concept. The idea of being on a plane and it never lands, right? What's that movie about the girl gets on the plane and they convince her her son. never existed. I don't,

I don't fucking know that. I've never heard of that movie. I swear that this is real. I feel like that's just, I feel like that's you just gaslighting some random passenger that was sitting next to you. No, it's she gets on the plane and like her son disappears like when he goes to the bathroom. And she's like,

here, where's my kid? They're like, you never boarded the flight with the kid. And like the whole flight, they try to convince her son's not real. I can't remember how it ends. Can I pitch something like she's, sure.

Okay. It's not to interrupt you because I'm sure the movie's awesome, but I had an idea. I had a thought. Is it scarier if you're not over the ocean, you're by the airport, right? And every time he's been descending for 30 hours and they pull back up, right as soon as they're getting ready to land.

They're right near the ground. He pulls back up and they have to go back around. It's like a mental torture, right? So he goes right now. And then after a while, the guy's like, what the fuck is going on? Why are we not landing? Sir, it's just an hour.

Okay, just give us an hour. Or they're crying, right? What if, what if it's like when he, when they land, they're like, your asshole is going to explode out from your bottom. You'll have a, your asshole will prolapse and I'll shit out your organs to the point where there's people on the plane who are like, I don't give a fuck. I want to get off this plane. And other people are like, sir, think of his asshole.

The man's going to die. Whatever. And now you have a moral conflict. It becomes like a sacrifice thing. Exactly. We said there. She's like, I don't care. let my asshole become red cabbage and spill out on onto the floor my gutty works he does that or he's just like hold on hold on and then he goes and like people will start revolting and like one of the passengers comes up to the pilot and he's just like you land this fucking plane or I'll put a bowl in the back of your head he's like how'd you get that gun on this plane god damn it and he's like it's three deep printed I three deep printed he has the back of his head like that would that be would that be a good hook it would be something all right

or it's just like as soon as they we there's a treaty we live in a world where when every time a plane lands someone on the path oh someone or how about this this is even better the one in the the woman in the fucking zoot suit walking around dropping stuff they're she's just like we can't land he's like what whatever and then they keep coming up to him asking him are you ready to land in six hours yeah that's fine i don't care another hour passes are you very sure you're ready to land in five hours, sir? Are you sure? Yeah, that's totally fine. Zootzoo one walks by, please don't let us land.

He's like, what the fuck is happening? Four hour, whatever. By like three hours comes by, by three. And he's just like, can I ask why? You keep asking me that. She's like, oh, well, you're in the seat where as soon as we, as soon as we land, you have to eat a baby. We have to eat this baby on the plane. And he's like, excuse me? What?

Excuse me? Excuse me? He's like, he's like, that woman in the zoot suit back. they're dressed like Sinbad from 1992 She We've taken her baby We've wrapped her in tin foil And they're like

We're getting ready to put them in an air fryer And you have to eat the whole thing Before people can get off And there's a guy next to me She's like dude seriously man I appreciate you taking this one for the team Try to tell me that's not a good one I'm not gonna eat a baby

Wait what the fuck Thank you They have the fly back around Whatever now he's like We're gonna run out of gas The airplane the captain comes by Listen I had eat a baby two years ago

what i didn't like it you said to do it once no one will ask you to do it again but if you don't do it we're going to run on a gas and we're going to crash we're going to die you understand me so is this like a metaphor for like the health care system or something it could be it could be or it could just be a thing about

people i guess mandating that you have to eat a child every time that you land a plane that would you know what i would say if society did that that would be bad i'll agree you know i'm glad you said it because i wanted to say too I was afraid, but it is wrong. Right, right.

Okay, so I've been, I've been reading about the plot of this movie I remembered, okay? Okay. Like, I'm so glad I did. All right, so it's a movie called Flight Plan starring Jody Foster. And I was wrong about being a son.

It's her daughter. She goes, so her husband just died in Berlin, and she's flying back to the United States to bury him with her six-year-old daughter. And then her daughter disappears, and everyone tries to convince her her daughter's not real, okay? And then I'm reading through the summary

and it says at one point she accuses two Arab passengers of stalking her daughter the night before resulting in a fight and her being handcuffed. So she gets handcuffed. She gets convinced somehow in the midst of this

that her husband, everyone told her her husband killed himself by jumping off the building, but she gets convinced it was a murder. So she goes into the cargo bay and checks his body and it says she removes or no sorry

an agent goes down to checks his body to find that his body has been rigged with explosives and a detonator of course and it's revealed that the killer and the mortuary conspired to

hijack the aircraft for $50 million ransom and framed this woman as the hijacker so they abducted her six-year-old daughter to convert to coerce her into going along with it I guess I'm going to have to watch flight plan almost immediately so it becomes a terrorist movie Jody Foster becoming a terrorist in this and like somebody gas lady it could also be equally as terrifying as if all that's happened like if imagine a movie where a mom and a mom and daughter get on the plane right and then all of a sudden as soon as you sit down the mom just pretend she doesn't know you you know what I mean sitting there and she's just like I don't know who this is mom stop

can I can I be moved this gross little girl is trying to talk to me during the flight I am going to I am going to watch I feel like you do that to a daughter anyway I feel like you do that to your daughter anyway no my daughter is my daughter's an angel I skipped ahead to the flight plan oh she is I thought you weren't telling the internet

about her I believe it okay uh so later on I'm just skipping ahead in the plot a little bit. At one point, she agrees to hijack the plane and she's holding the pilot at gunpoint for some reason.

And there's a lot of killing. At one point, she detonates the explosives. All the plane was flying? Yeah, that's what it looks like. Believing that neither the passengers nor the crew would even notice, Kyle escapes with Julia and the aircrafts, non-combustible hold as Carson shoots at her.

she detonates the explosives killing him and damaging a landing gear. What? And everyone realizes she was telling the truth. What truth? That her daughter exists. This little girl is my daughter. Okay.

All right. Part two. Part two. I've been flying for almost 30 hours, part two. A few hours after the businesswoman picked up her piece of paper with my message. She came back down the aisle and sat in the seat. beside me. She bent over trying to stay

low. So, you're stuck too. I kept my voice low. Yeah. My name's Jack, by the way. I'd say nice to meet you, but... She nodded. I'm Mary. You're wrong. Getting your message was by far the best thing about the past day. I spent

the last day and a half thinking I was alone in this. She paused for a moment, looking up the aisle. When she spoke again, her voice was a whisper. So, Jack, you have any theories on what the hell's going on? I consider lying, but decided the truth is for the best. I think we might be dead.

Imagine, imagine you're in this scenario, and then you ask the one other guy for help, and he's like, I think we're dead. It's like, okay. The guy, the guy reciprocating the junior high note passing, I think is going to be very nonchalant about this. It's how I'm reading. I think we're dead. I think we might be dead.

I think we're dead and we're ghost right now. Ooh, we can be ghost, girlfriend, boyfriend. And you can be ghost, girlfriend. Would you like that, Mary? She like that, Mary? Ghost, boyfriend, girl, right? Mary shook her head. Maybe if it were just me or just you,

if this was some cosmic train to hell, or would there be two of us who realize what's going on? Trains can't hold more than one passenger. train famously trains have one person in them no none else no idea i don't know mary pulled out her phone and handed it to me it displayed the wikipedia article for flight mh370 oh that's the the malaysian one that disappeared the airline that disappeared in 2014 okay well yeah i read through the article carefully there were dozens of theories trying to explain what happened that ranged from hypoxia to suicide to aliens mary how are you still using a sidekick phone

is that what it said oh can you imagine this it's just it's just pulled out her phone I like the idea that's just asking completely unimportant mary how are you having an LG

chocolate phone from 2007 how is that possible Mary that's so cool Mary thank you for showing me this Mary doesn't tell us much not much other than that this may have happened before how about you

any theories is why anyone else can't see what's going on we talked it over and realized one thing we had in common was that we were both fast asleep 4.03 a.m. There's no way we were the only one's sleep at that time though. Maybe everyone else was just napping. I don't know about you, but I was well and truly asleep. I was sunk out.

Seriously. I was zooted. I was gone. I hit the zaza before the flight and my ass was my goofy eye was totally busted. it out down the snooze train. That's so cool, Mary. Mary, you're awesome. You're great, Mary.

She takes out a tech deck. Hey, I imagine she's using, she has a tag deck out by this entire time when she's talking. She keeps dropping on the floor. Oh, damn it. It flips. Yeah. That's pretty.

That's awesome. I've never seen anyone to do. That's awesome, Mary. I've never seen anyone do a jackmill before. I saw that male flight attendant. Is he bothering you? Is that guy bothering you, Mary? she's like what and she's grinding on a uh one of those like uh those cookies that you get that

the half pipe things yeah she's on the biscoff cookie like she's uh she's grinding on the biscoff cookies singing ska songs to herself so here i am doing everything I can all the time and I know Mary are you singing Superman by Goldfinger You know that song? Yeah, you're, you're maybe the coolest girl I've ever seen. I would hope the story ends with both of them dying in a plane. Yeah. Here I am doing it.

Pretending I'm a Superman. The cabin lights flicked off and a dozen ready emergency lights in the floor. were flicked on, casting the cabin in a red glow. The intercom crackled to live, saying, Passengers, please return to your seats. The seatbelt sign is fastened, and we may experience some turbulence.

We'll be landing in about an hour. Mary froze. Should I go back? Maybe they won't notice if you're gone. Maybe they already know when they're just trying to separate us. Mary nodded. We should stay together. That's a better idea. Intercom crackled again.

Oh. Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to announce the arrival of the captain. We'll all be given the opportunity to speak with him. Please remain in your seats until he calls you. Immediate assistance, don't worry. A flight tent will be happily, will happily help you on your way. That's not, that's creepy. I like that.

The captain's arrived. The idea of someone arriving mid-flight. That's pretty good. Sounds to pass. Oh, my God. My God, did you hear that, Mary? No, sorry. I was, I was messing with this tech deck.

What did he say? I don't worry about it. they look down the road and it's just Captain America like Chris Evans Whoa Mary get off that Mungoose bike with those sick pegs

and we should talk about this Yeah he's like really stoked about He's like I love Avengers That's awesome She's like the only captain I know is Sean White She's like a big BMX person or something You're like, what? She's like, yeah, I remember Sean White, Travis Prestona.

She's just, she's wearing all like the old birch, like all the old bro. Sounds of passengers get into their feet echoed from further up in the plane, set in silence, trying to get a look through the curtains separating us from first class. The captain? No idea. But it didn't sound like they were talking about a pilot to me. Did they? Nope.

That's when a pungent sulfur smell hit us. So, okay, so it's the devil. The devil's walking around in first class. That's when a pungent sulfur smell hit us, so strong that I had to resist the urge to gag. He reminded me if the worst rotting eggs I'd ever smell to my life. But the old woman sitting ahead of us didn't react. She just kept watching a movie on the back of her seat.

Don't cough. We fought it for a few long seconds before giving in, coughing hard and violently. Second later, the curtain opened. Mary and I froze, steering down the now-red fuselage. Four flight attendants passed through the current and made their way down the rows towards us. Grins stretched wide across their faces. They were still crying. This time the tears streaking their face were darker.

It's hard to say with the lighting, but it looked like blood. My eyes weren't drawn to them, though. I looked over their shoulders at the figures standing near the front of the plane. It was a black silhouette standing beside the cockpit door. I was only eight feet tall, pointing towards us with a single finger. it called us. The bathrooms! We ran towards the back of the plane,

the flight attendants closing in behind us, blood dripped from their grinning cheeks onto the carpet of the plane. The captain is here! He said in a perfect customer service voice. Scrimmed widen as he moved towards us. We made it to the bathrooms, jumping into opposite sides.

I slammed the door shut and locked it, pressing my feet against the folding center part of the door to keep it closed. They began banging on the door and pulling at the handle while I fought to keep it closed. I'm sorry, but you'll both need to speak with the captain one of the flight attendants said jack a distinct snapping sound like breaking metal came from her bathroom she continued to scream as the sounds of struggle migrated up

towards the front of the plane towards the black figure i'd seen like to say i jumped out and fought them that i distracted them or i did something heroic i didn't she was carried away and a few short seconds later her screaming was cut off that was a few hours ago and i'm still locked inside the bathroom not to think of what they've done with her thing at the front of the plane didn't seem human I hope it did what are you laughing about I heard you can just kind of funny the thing

the thing in the front of the plane didn't seem human the eight foot tall black figure wasn't a human okay that was making all the thing that the thing that boarded the flight mid mid mid 30 hour flight in air yeah that's weird okay

I hope it didn't killer. Not after she was shouting for my help like that. I didn't take that. Oh, what's so funny. Go ahead. Oh, I just like, oh, geez, I hope she's not dead. Her screaming like that and me standing in this bathroom

shit in my pants. I'd be a real bummer. I feel real bummed about that. Yeah, it is funny. He's like, man, if she's dead, I'm going to be sad. That'll be bad for me if she died like that. I haven't heard any movement outside in a few hours, but I'm

terrified to open the door. I'm far from the seat outlets, so my phone's almost dead and I haven't eaten it way too long. If I go out there, flight attendants, remember? What if that thing is still waiting for people? I don't have much time to make a decision, but I'll update you all here with what happens next. End of part two. I think this story so far needs more meat on its bones.

Things are happening too quickly. Like the whole idea of having a line that says, of a character saying, don't cough. and then the next line is we tried to hold it in but we coughed seems a bit yeah yeah it's like you can just go to the other part also wanted more time with having the flight attends you know being like we've had them be you know creepy and they're smiling and crying and stuff i like that you know i like the hook of the flight attendants won't stop crying and stuff i yeah i want more we're on the last part part three yeah yeah i want i wanted to have a bit more going on I feel like stuff happens really quickly,

like this girl's here, then she dies. But it's also just, you know, it's a really short story. You know, maybe they just want to write a really short story, get like the main horror element across rather than a lot of the fluff to it. Kind of like a goosebumps thing, you know? Like a super short little, here's what happened.

So I can't fault that. I think it's a good premise. I think you could do more with it. Part three. After another dozen hours or so. A dozen hours. He's been on, he's been, so I want to just say he's been on this plane for like 50 hours. I just want to say that.

Yes, yeah, several days at this point. At what point are you like, you know what? Take me. Just fucking take. Yeah, exactly. I would rather die. What I'm not going to do live on a plane forever? Fuck this.

Yeah, I'll live back here and hide in this bathroom. That'll be a good way to not die because I guess you can't die if you're already dead. What do you do, Hunter? You're sitting back there and you look in there's flight attendants and there's the devil in a black robe. the front of the plane I'd probably say goofed I fucked up

you just what I do you're just like oh me I uh I flew to uh I flew to Japan

and that was like a 13 hour flight the thought of being on an airplane for 37 more hours like I would I would just open the I would open the latch and I would jump that's what I also what I want to

am i going to i mean like what am i going to hide do you think you're hiding on a plane there's a fuck you're in the back bathroom you're not hiding for anything the whole idea of the door the whole idea of the guy be like would they remember me yeah they probably fucking would they've seen you here for 50 hours they know where the bathroom

yeah exactly the woman screamed your name as they pulled her through to give you to the devil I wonder if they remember that I'm here yeah I mean, am I wrong? I don't know. No, I mean, I mean, yeah, there's not really, I don't know what else he can do in the situation, though,

other than die or just stay there. Right, die, die. Okay, all right. Well, you know, fair enough. The lights in the cabin were back to normal and I couldn't smell any sulfur. I cautiously made my way back to my seat and almost cried when the grinning, crying flight attendant came by offering a meal. Crappy airline food was the most delicious thing I'd ever eat.

and when I'd finished my mind immediately turned to me what had happened to her wait until he got done he didn't to think about her he'd have his in flight meal oh wait oh fuck wait what happened that girl that died that girl that's dead oh no

I crept down the aisle towards first class trying to keep a low profile it's an aisle it's a plain hall you can only be so low profile surprisingly the flight attendants were nowhere to be seen it almost seemed ignore me, almost as if they wanted me to find her.

She had a row to herself and was staring down at her phone in the window seat. I slid into the aisle and shook her arm. Mary? She pulled out her headphones and stared at me with the surprised expression. Yeah, what's going on? Are you okay? What did that thing do to you? What did they do to you?

I'm sorry, remind me how I know you? But what do you mean? We just... I realized, I was thinking horror that she had no idea who I was. Thought back tears. Mary, how long have you been on this flight? She checked the watch on her wrist. That's 4.3 a.m., so a few hours at least.

She stared at me in the same way you'd look at a person claiming they were the second coming of Christ. Her tone was low and reassuring. Hey, don't worry too much. Look on the bright side. I'll be landing in about an hour. I felt an iron grip on my arm and looked up to see two flight attendants. Sir, this area is for first-class passengers only. They were still crying and grinning, but just with tears this time.

I could still see streaks of blood standing in the front of their uniforms, though. I was escorted back to my seat where I spent the next several days. Tendants continued to stop by with food. I would use the bathroom and soon was going absolute crazy with the monotony. In retrospect, those few days weren't so bad. There's a lot of content on the internet after all, even with the crappy plane Wi-Fi. No, it didn't get really bad until around 10 days later when the Wi-Fi failed. I like how the Wi-Fi failing

is him like, all right, it's time and now. It's time for this to be over. No Wi-Fi, kill me with a gun. I went to die. It was sometime a week later that, dude, a week. God, I just been on here for like two weeks at this point. Imagine sitting in the same

that, I mean, that's torture. Fuck a torture. Yeah. It was sometime a week later that I lost control and began screaming for a flight attendant. It took him that long. That is longer than it would take you to break. Me? They didn't come for several minutes, but eventually one did. Just let me see the captain.

The flight attendant bent low and spoke with the same customer service voice. I'm sorry, sir. The captain has made his decision regarding you quite clear. Do an interest call and will, therefore, wait. How long? Quite a while, I'm afraid. Don't worry, though, sir. We'll be landing in about an hour.

She's straight and walked away. That's funny. It's like the devil was up there like, oh, I just need to punch your tickets so you can like, you know, not go to hell. Yeah, I mean, it kind of makes it seem like this time, letter leave, you know. That's what he gets. That's why he gets for not walking up.

He has to be in plain time prison forever. Let me out. Nope, sorry, sir. Go back in the fuselage. I started making notches on various parts of the seat back to keep track of different things. One notch for each time I use the bathroom, one for each meal, one for every time I watched a given movie, that sort of thing. It was hell. I watched every movie in the seat back a dozen times over.

If I ever acted out badly enough, I would be escorted back to my seat by one or more flight attendants. Any attempt at conversation with other passengers was met with confusion by them, followed by a quick escort back to my seat. I'd guess it was on or around day 30. Oh my gosh. Okay, so this is actually cool. like I like the idea of the horror isn't oh there's something creepy in the plane it's like the he's in here forever like he's stuck in the same plane over and over that's cool I guess it was around day 30 that in a moment of panic and psychosis I broke my laptop and phone screaming at the top

of my lungs no one around me reacted in any way two months later I stunk muscles in my legs were tight and cramped constantly I finally concluded that suicide was my only option after my hundred and twenty eight three watch of Thor Ragnarok Actually that's pretty good It's a pretty good solution to come to After watching that movie Much I think

It's funny because I made the Captain America joke earlier in Yeah unintentional bear trap That's always fun to have I got to my feet And limped towards the emergency Oh wait I've got I have a soundboard now With this new set up

Oh good let me see you give me one Hold on let me hit This is becoming very professional I don't know I don't think you can hear it because it's just an OBS but I've got like the trombone that's pretty good

right I'm sure it sounds good to them I've got an air horn hopes you like that it's still going I got crickets I got applause this is great

because I can hit you with these without you knowing it I've got chimes oh I've got a rim shot yeah there we go excellent so a monster

What's that sound like? Oh, is this like, does this make my voice sound like a monster? Oh. And what is I like a small robot now? I can pitch my voice up, whatever that means. Does this sound good, everyone?

Just to think this is, uh, this is, attention gamers. Intent gators. Yeah, that was a good, that was a good side. sidestep in the middle of the episode for no reason

what were you about to say you think what oh nothing I got to my feet and limped towards the emergency exit I knew normally the pressure inside the airplane forced the doors close but I figured that nothing about my situation was normal if this didn't work I'd find some other more painful way to go

grabbed at the handle and swung it up to my shock the door opened easily though no wind of any kind moved around the cabin. Remain the standard, slightly too cold temperature that it had been for the past. Who knew how long? Hunter, realistically, you should kill yourself

after two days, right? I mean, if you think about it, that's what I need to do. He has the mental fortitude of like, I mean, I train profiling. I mean, like, really think about being on a plane for, I mean, two days is probably, I mean, like, it's a long time, but I think honestly around a week.

Of everyone of the crying flight attendant, and no one's like acting like it's weird and they keep saying an hour. I feel like you would think something was going on, right? Well, it would just be so comfortable. It would be so uncomfortable.

That's why I'm like, like I think your muscles would start fucking up way before two months. Like I think like you being, you would, your legs would probably get all locked up and shit. Yeah. Yeah,

I suppose. I don't know. I feel like I'd kill myself a lot sooner. Oh, trust me. I mean, I would immediately. I'm just saying for,

I think people could probably handle it for a bit. Yeah. we've established you would halfway through the predesignated flight time. Yeah, I would already be diving for that fucking door. They might have to be holding you back in the aisle. Exactly. They're like, no,

sure, no. And I'm like, get on me! This is what I'd be doing the whole time. Let me go. Let me go to God. The open door called to me, a black portal out of the plane. I stared at it for a long moment, almost too long. An attendant's hand grabbed my shoulder, pulling me away.

The fit of anger and strength that surprised me, I reached away and jumped out of the plane. The wind, whipping past my face, almost magical, a new sensation after so many months of the same. The ocean below me grew closer, larger, and I realized that suddenly, I didn't want to die after all. Great time. It grew larger and larger until it seemed that all I could see was darkness and waves. I impacted the surface of the water so fast and hard that my entire body jerked around in the seat pulled my hand back sucking at my bruised knuckle

I'd hit it on the seat in front of me I whispered then shouted No no no no no A flight attendant ran down the aisle kneeling beside me Are you okay sir I clenched my hands into fist almost swinging at her Then I realized she wasn't grinning She wasn't crying

To be honest she looked a little scared of me I reached my right hand down to my pocket where I could feel my now unbroken phone 4.04 a.m. Sir, if you can calm down, we'll be landing in about an hour. My mouth tasted like ash. Thank you. I will.

I stared at my phone. Now displayed, 405 a.m. Then I looked out my window and began to cry at the side of city lights below me. We did land in about an hour. Can't even begin to explain why or how, but I'm currently sitting in an airport cafe typing this out. I'm free.

I'm out and I'm never going flying again. The end. Well, there's an edit at the end that says, I sure hope the bartender here at the airport just has a naturally wide grin, but that was an edit, so it doesn't count. So the end. Well, someone's at 30 hours.

Kanye reference, that's the top line. I say this never saw this coming. you're not alone like thank you that's a good takeaway uh that's there's that's the story what you're not a fan it's not your favorite you know here's i guess i'll say this i guess i'll say that the idea is interesting although i don't know i mean the plain purgatory thing and then also i there's just a bunch of i guess snooty little complaints i have I feel like maybe aren't even beneficial, but it just, as always, with a lot of these things that are just, they go by so quick, is that you just need a bit more time with the characters. Like, I don't really think I even give a fuck about the main character or Mary or anything.

Like, there's nothing that really grounded me to them to maybe like, you know, I can, I can be sympathetic to a situation of like, yeah, being on this plane would suck. But, like, really being invested into the character, you know, is such an important part of writing and the. storytelling that like you can have the creepy weird like smiling attendance but like i just i just wish there was more more of everything also everything was just kind of like i don't know it's just it seems like this this this story seems like it was kind of just a bit of an afterthought like it just seemed like i'm going to write this my free time like or on my break my lunch break i'm going to write on my lunch break at work i feel which is fine i mean why not right i've posted and stuff like that before.

I feel like the time should have been spent on the several months rather than the months coming at the end of the third part. I think that was more interesting. I think it's a cool concept. It seems to me the idea at the end is like you've got to escape. You have to like want to be out. So him jumping out of the planes

kind of like him saying he's leaving. You could interpret it as the whole it's all just a dream thing, but sounds more so to me like he was in a test of sorts that the captain put up or the devil or whatever. So it had a little touches. I wish there was more. I wish there was more time spent. Like my favorite parts of the story were like, oh, I started writing scratches on the back of the seat to see how long I'd

been there. That's cool to me. The idea of like a seat in an aisle becoming a sort of purgatory or like a prison cell that you're keeping tally marks of stuff inside of. I wanted more of that. So it certainly has potential. I like the concept more than anything, I think. And this is one of the author's first stories and he has a ton. So I'd be interested in seeing what else they did or like more recent stuff they did at some point, but seemed pretty prolific on no sleep. There's meat there. I'd like to see it expanded on somewhat, but I thought it was fun. I thought

was a fun read. Not everything has to be super long and stuff. It's just I'm not advocating. I'm not advocating for things to be long. I just think like, I think just like giving more time of like, what are we trying to accomplish with this section and stuff? Like, I think

like the idea of being stuck on it, like even like, even a 12 hour flight is long. you know so getting to like 30 hours is insane that's like a very insane thing i think if i had to parallel it with any other stories i'm at the glenmont metro shoot me whatever i don't that that's what i was thinking of i don't think that i don't think that is the longest story but i think it has enough it has enough meat on its bones that it is uh like when you first get into it It feels like these, like the first waves feel like eternity until after a while when it's when the, the, the person telling the story has been around it so long that like eons are passing.

You know, like to the to the reader, it's as simple as that because we've already built up this thing to where now it's like, you know, months are meaningless because I've been here eons. So it's like it's time moves relatively fast, the longer in the story that it appears to go. But I think like building that up more and building, I think like, And this is all obviously hindsight, whatever. Sure. You know, it is what it is. I'm just saying for the, for the, for the, for the thought of discussion and stuff like that, that, you know, if you have a character doing this, like, establishing, I think, like, maybe establishing a bit of the rules and then also just the kind of general chaotic nature of this. I mean, like a guy not freaking out and stuff is, is crazy, whatever.

Like, him just kind of being like, oh, okay. And like, the people come over and all they really say. is like, sir, you're going to have to calm down. Like, after a while, he would probably be like, he'd probably say, go fuck yourself or something. And then, like, what's that repercussion look like if he's not being amicable that way? You know what I mean? But also just having it be a thing if I jumped out the window or I jumped out the door and

now my plane's landing, that didn't feel like very satisfying or earned to me or whatever. You know what I mean? Yeah, it did kind of hurry up real quick. it'd be cool if there was like hints he got at it like maybe he saw someone else wordlessly do it thinking they killed themselves but then at the end he realizes they made it off maybe there's a couple other people who also seemed to be in the same state of purgatory maybe one of them just disappears one of them jumps out of the plane like uh again it's more I think more I think there were good pieces but more would help it in certain ways but for what it was it was

it was fun it was just a little like plain purgatory story right did you have fun Isaiah. I had fun. I had fun talking about flight plan. Flight plan's pretty good. Flight plan's pretty funny. So I looked at the end of it and apparently she becomes like some. No,

don't tell me. I want to watch it. I don't tell me. I want to watch it. I want to watch it. I want to watch it with flight plan. And I think you, I think,

uh, I think just playing around more with like what's going on outside. We only see outside once in the ocean. You know what I mean? Or whatever. Yeah. Yeah. Which is just the,

it's supposed to be. a dark ocean or whatever, but I don't know, fucking pull out some twilight zone shit is like, do you see the captain on the wing? Like how crazy would it be if they're just like, oh my God, I think I see somebody. Oh, that's the captain. What? Is it, hold on, isn't there

an old twilight episode where the premise is? Yeah, it's William Shatner. There's something on the plane, some thing. Yeah. It's like the best. That's like the best fucking Twilight Zone episode ever. How does it end? So he gets off the, so this is such a good fucking,

First off, I just want to be an advocate. I'm going to use the end of this episode to talk about this. If you got, if no one's seen the Twilight Zone episode from the 60s, it is so good. It's still so good. My God. But the, the, the Williams Shatner episode, William Shatner episode is probably the most, uh, the most popular. But it's awesome.

It makes no sense. It's so stupid. It's like him being like, it's a guy who's afraid of flying and he's like had like a mental breakdown. And then now he is okay. His, is, uh, mental hospital. doctor says it's okay that he can go home right so to conquer his fear until i tested out he is going to fly home and he's like kind of being sporadic and people know that on the flight that

hey this is a guy that is having like you know he's kind of a mentally unwell man right so then while he's flying there's this fucking like hairy goblin on the wing and i'm like on this wing and he's like oh my god and he's like freaking out the the the the guy is like hacking at the wing and he's freaking out and he takes out a gun and he's getting ready to do this stuff like all this different shit blah blah blah I'm not gonna whatever but it ends with everyone's like oh he's crazy again right oh he didn't make it and he fucking you know pulled out a gun blah blah all that stuff but then the camera pans out and then you see that the wing is all fucked up that he was actually telling the truth the monster was real it's awesome it's really good so the whole premise is

there's he sees a monster on the wing yeah and he tries to stop it and then it's like always crazy, but then there was actually a monster on the wing. So they all die? No, no, no. They will land a plane. They land the plane. And the reason that that's so good is because you are also questioning is William Shatner

fucking insane, right? So them landing the plane, you're also just kind of like oh yeah, I guess he wasn't nut until it pulls out and then you see the things all fucked up and it's like, oh no. He was telling the, and also the Twilight Zone movie from the 80s or wherever it sucks. Don't fucking watch that. Just watch

the 60s version of the show so good love it so much but anyways the whole point of that though is there's a clear that i think just establishing a clear motive of what is going on use the story in the context is in the context of the environment it can be a purgatory plane and stuff but like what like is there something that that relates to with the character your themes need to always be revolving around your character and stuff like that i say always but i just mean generally it's a good idea to have it be something that your characters are driving force to all the things that are happening and everything and there can be outside evil forces that are coming in and doing stuff but i think the entire motivation should be based around your main character

or that kind of thing at least that like i said in the in a basic matter that's i'm sure there's other works that do it good but yeah so all and all it's a fun idea but you know i enjoyed talking about flight plan i enjoyed even just riffing on what i would do with the flight attendants and how I would be a brave man and a white night myself. And also just as you are as you are in real life. And just the idea of a plane coming down and it just keeps raising back up and the kind of like fucking mental torture that would be or even the baby eating thing out of out of those, did you like the baby eating thing or did you like the out the ass being

blown out thing? More. I think the baby eating thing kind of it's a more because it's a different one to be like I'm going to die. But it's like, oh, I've got to kill someone. I've got to kill someone that probably doesn't. doesn't know what life is yet. I have to take a life before it's had a chance to live.

Like, actually, that's pretty good. That's probably even a better thing is, what if you had to eat someone's spouse? You had to eat a wife's husband. So he's like a fully conscious man who's like, I'm in the middle. Like my wife's pregnant. So just a guy? Yeah. Just a guy? Yeah, because a baby doesn't know what's going on. I mean, it's sad.

Right, right. But, but I like how you phrase eating a man as a wife's spouse. No, I meant a spouse and I was like, I wanted to specify that it's it was the husband my thoughts were not arranged there correctly but also known as a wife's spouse is that is that not correct husband it's i mean it's a complicated way to say husband but yeah my my uh my my thoughts weren't collected there but i will say if you had to eat a full man like not even just part of him you had to eat him bones and all uh-huh and the the flight

and they could be crying and shit and they put like apple butter over it and it makes the bone soft he's even like I didn't think I'd be able to eat through the bones but I was able to dig through because they put something on it and it made it all soft and squishy like jello right right yeah that'd be that'd be awesome dude yeah I'm just all right you know what I never mind then

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