HALLOWEEN FLIGHT 77

Everything was moving too fast. I tried to grab onto the furniture as I rolled past it but I couldn’t.

My back made a popping noise as it slammed into a desk close to the front of the plane. My lungs grabbed for oxygen as my neck and arms curled around the desk’s legs. I grabbed the desk legs with both of my arms and held on.

"We’re going to crash!" Jeremy screamed.

"Mom help me." Katie cried.

"Get into a chair," John’s deep voice entered the room, "Get into a chair, tighten your seatbelts and hold on," he yelled. "Mary, where are you? Mary where are you?"

"Over there!" Jeremy shouted, "Dad she’s over there."

The plane’s engines were deafening. I could barely hear John’s voice and I couldn’t see him.

"No, no dad," I heard Jeremy yell, "Don’t go back up there, stay here, with us."

The next few minutes were a frightening blur everything around me was flying. I could hear Katie screaming, I could hear Jeremy cussing.

I faintly heard John yell, "Hold on tight, we’re going down!"'

There was a blinding flash of light followed by total darkness. Then everything got real quiet.

Was I alive? I took a deep breath it hurt. Cold air circled around my neck sending chills up my spine, I had to be alive, I was cold and in pain. But where was I? I couldn’t see a thing.

My heart was racing so fast I couldn’t catch it. Where was everybody? An awful feeling crept over me. What if everybody else was dead? I pushed the thought out of my mind as I felt the ground around me.

"Hello? John, Katie, Jeremy can you hear me?" I listened long and hard for an answer. I took a deeper breath and tried again, "John, Katie, Jeremy can you hear me?"

The thought of them all being dead kept gnawing away at me. It haunted me as I spoke louder and louder.

Katie’s arms were waving and pointing at the partially shattered glass window.

"Look mom," She kept shouting, "They’re trying to eat Jeff what do we do?"

"Die you suckers," Jeremy’s voice ricocheted around the cracked glass as he repeatedly stabbed through an opening in the bottom of the windshield with a long tubular piece of metal.

"What do we do Mary?" he cried, "They’re trying to eat Jeff."

Jeff’s arms were punched through the glass and dangling outside. An eerie feeling crawled all over me as I looked up and at the windshield. I knew we were being watched. It was a creepy feeling that sent my heart racing.

"Look mom," Katie sobbed as she continued to point to different parts of the cracked windshield, "They’re all around us, what are they?"

Wild dogs or wolves kept lunging at Jeff’s exposed hands and repeatedly grabbed on to them.

"We’ve got to help him," Jeremy kept yelling as he repeatedly stabbed at the creatures.

I couldn’t tell how badly damaged the windshield was but my gut feelings told me that it wasn’t going to hold for much longer.

The wind was rattling and shaking it as the moonlight exposed numerous large visible cracks in it. I could hear movement and shuffling of feet outside and when the wind slowed to a whisper I could hear the snapping of branches from close by.

My instincts told me to run, my heart told me to stay.

"Here they come again," Jeremy’s voice broke our silence. "Help me Mary," he screamed, "grab something, don’t let them eat Jeff."