Speaker 1: The excitement buzzed in the air as the passengers of
flight four to twenty boarded the plane. It was a
novelty experienced advertised as the ultimate high in the sky
for cannabis enthusiasts. A private airline have partnered with the
Cannabis brand to offer a luxurious flight. Passengers could spoke
premium joints at thirty thousand feet. The crew handed out
complimentary edibles as the passengers took their seats, each bite,
promising relaxation and a care free time. Chloe, Alex, and
Drew were seated and rolled thirteen, their spirits high before
they even lit up. This is going to be legendary,
Alex said, unpacking his rolling kit. Chloe grinned first class fives,
but Stoner style. As the engines roared to life and
the plane lifted off, a soothing voice came over the
Intercome welcome aboard Flight four twenty. Sit back and relax
and enjoy our exclusive shits. Skywalker's dripped, don't forget to hydrate,
and let you mind soul. About an hour into the flight,
the cabin was thick with the mellow haze. The passengers
were laughing, sharing snacks and vibing to the chill beats
playing overhead. Chloe and Alex were deep in conversation about
UFO sightings when Drew interrupted, Hey, did you guys feel that?
He asked, sitting up straight, feel what? Chloe said, her
eyes half baked the plane. It shook weird. Alex waved
him off. Turbulence, dude, relax, but Drew wasn't convinced. The
lights flickered briefly, and he swore he heard a faint,
metallic scraping sound. The captain's voice broke through the speaker.
Ladies and gentlemen, if they counted a minor technical issue,
nothing to worry about, please remain seated. Minor. Drew muttered,
that didn't sound minor. Chloe chuckled, you're just pair. It's
the weed. As she spoke, a loud thud rebberated through
the plane, followed by what sounded like heavy footsteps above
the cabin's ceiling. Everyone froze. Was that on the roof?
Alex whispered. Before anyone could answer, the cabin lights dimmed,
and the passenger near the back screamed, What the hell
was that? Chloe asked, her voice shaking. The passengers began
to murmur and shift uncomfortably. The flight attendants tried to
calm everyone down, but they looked just as uneasy. Then
the shadows appeared. In the dim light, dark humanoid figures
slidtered along the walls, their movements fluid and unnatural. They
were barely visible at first, but as the haze thickened,
their outlines grew sharper. What is that, someone shouted. One
of the shadows stopped by a passenger in the middle
road and seemed to lean over them. The passenger let
out a blood her and scream and collapse in their seat, unconscious.
Chaos erupted. Passenger screamed, trying to flee their seats, but
the shadows moved faster, darting through the aisles and brushing
past people, leaving them dazed or unresponsive. We need to
get out of here, Drew yelled, pulling Chloe and Alex
towards the front of the plane. The three stumbled to
the galley, where they found a terrified flight attendant clutching
a bottle of wine. What's happening, Chloe demanded, I don't know.
The attendant sobbed the The captain stopped responding and the
shadows there everywhere. Alex grabbed the intercom attention anyone who
was still with it, moved to the front of the plane.
We need to stick together. Determined to figure out what
was happening, Alex pushed through the cockpit. The door was
ajar and a foul, separic smell whivered out inside The coal.
Pilot was stumped over the controls, his face pale and lifeless.
The captain was missing entirely, the seat empty. What the hell,
Alex whispered. The plane lurched violently, and the printrols flickered,
showing garbled nonsensual ratings. Chloe pointed to the windshield. Look outside.
The night sky was alive with strange glowing shapes. They
weren't stars or planes. They were massive, shifting orbs of
light that seemed to pulse and hum. We're not in
regular airspace anymore, Drew said, his voice trembling. The plane
began to descend rapidly, the cabin shaking as a large player.
Passengers clung to their seats. Some still cut its tonic
from the shadows touched. We're going down, the flight attendant screamed, No,
we're being cold, Alex said, watching as the orbs of
light were larger. Surrounding the plane, the shadows coescended into
a massive figure at the front of the cabin. It
loomed over the passengers, his featureless face tilted as if
studying them. What do you want? Chloe shouted, tears streaming
down her face. The figure extended a long clawlike arm
and pointed at the bag of Skywalker's drift on the floor.
The weed Drew asked incrediously. Without thinking, Alex grabbed the
bag and threw it into the shadow. The figure absorbed it.
The cabin fill in with they deafening wore. The next
thing they knew, the plane was on the ground. Took
it at an odd angle in the middle of a
foggy forest. The cabin was eerily silent. What just happened,
Chloe whispered. I I think we're alive, Alex said, looking around.
The passenger slowly began to stir, groaning and coughing. The
shadows were gone. The strange lights had disappeared. Was it?
The weed drew ass, shaking his head. Before anyone could answer,
the intercom crackled to life. Thank you for Florid for
a distorted voice said and weeks later, reports of the
inns and it surfaced online. The airline denied any supernatural claims,
blaming the event on mechanical failures and group hysteria, but
the survivors they knew the truth, and none of them
smoked Skywalker Drift again