The Flight Attendants Won’t Stop Crying | CreepCast

[MUSIC] Welcome back to Creekcast! 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? Two fan made stories -- two fan made stories uploaded to the Creekcast 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 seepaper7418, but their name is Dean Bull or 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 hostcribers at the time of recording, and we need you to get those numbers up. So, it seems that a bunch of people really liked this story. It had over 2,000 upvotes on our slash no sleep, and then it got taken down, and he says -- so he reposted it in our slash Creekcast, 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. And then he says was hoping it would be appreciated on some other subreddits. Someone mentioned that this is typical for no sleep, and he replied to that comment and said, they lowkey 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 stories. We will take your poor and your hungry. I'm sure there's, I'm sure there's like a method for their curation and the madness that it is, but it just so much 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, 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. Like with left right game, that's why there was that bizarre middle ground of the guy. Like, hey, guys, posting the section because Bristol sent me the email. Yeah. 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 to you. So, pick it out. So, it's kind of dumb. But, but he also mentions another part of it that he writes. He writes a lot more stories than 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. So, 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 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 ado, 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 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 lip room was bound to feel unsettling. I brushed it off. My parents were more doding than usual, but for people who sounded 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 '03 Saturn ship box, call me 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 shape shifting. And he's like, huh, something's a little, what's wrong with mom? No, I like this. I like the unsettling nature of a very classic wine drunk mom, an emotionally absent father standing there. The amount of times I've seen that at my friend's house, it's insane. Even but I love your friend's house. Your friend's house, not your house? No, no, no, my mom was smiling. She was happy and my dad was, he was drunk and somewhere else. 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 all that you think of, right? Is that what you're saying? 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 his buddy, mom, 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 in this lazy boy and he'd just be washing key and peel on the dark. It was so frightening. I was like, okay, I guess I'm just gonna 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. Okay. He's that 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 rear view mirror, having 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. Mayer 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 tile and all, 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 arm rest, bought myself another 20 minutes, and another beam crept up, warming my feet like some kind of passive aggressive warning from the sun. Alright, message received. Side peeled myself off the couch, mumbled, screw it, you in, 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 gathered from that, right, I think. I just, well, maybe, I guess I read it as it was on his eyes and then that so much time had elapsed that it was now at his feet or whatever, and he was just like, alright, I better go to my room, unless I'm wrong. The week that followed was unusual, to say the least. It was summer break, normally I'd be stalking 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. couple of weeks off, and a temporary escape from the joys of minimum wage labor wasn't the end of the world, part time jobs come and go. For now, I just had some headaches and a free pass to Leilo. 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 stain 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. Yeah, exactly. I know. There's one where the guy was in the neighborhood, and there was someone else in the neighborhood, but that story wasn't well written. So all of this 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 nosy. Like the way his mom pulls the blinds, or the way the clouds hang in 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. Not a scenario where it's a grown man playing with Play Doh, making stick figures, like some other stories. Yeah. Could be. Who know? We're not done yet. Yeah. 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. 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 told up gaming, eating, zoning out in front of Skyrim, lower videos in the living room. Whatever. Not 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 floorboards 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 grabbed snacks at night. I don't know why, but it's very unsettling just the idea of just continuously hearing doors opening and closing from another room. 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 Kayla 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, wow, why are you phrasing it that way? And I hear Allison shifting around and she shuts her door and I was just like, what the fuck is she done? What did she plan? What are you planning? What are you going in there? Is she a plotter? Is it her? Loud, I say, hey, what are you doing? And she doesn't respond to your skulls and run downstairs. She nears at you. Yeah. And then you run to the top of the stairs and you're 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 at her. Very rare Chinese vases thrown down into the stairs crashing. He keeps a stack of them at the top of the stairs because when I first got to his house, there was like, you know, this broken pottery and like, you know, porcelain all over the stairs. Then I got to the top and they're just stack of bases. I'm like, honey, what are these for? Just don't know. He hits, 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. It was not a game to her. And it was something that I probably should have told so I'm telling someone about it now. So I think that. These are bad. These are bad. These are bad. These are bad. Good by vases. Yeah. Maybe I should have done something, but I guess that's what's in the past is in the past. 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 words 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 now 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 face in there. I hear footsteps. Soft, shuffling noises, it 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 it adjust enough light to make it feel normal. Or at least, less like the rest of the house. All the way 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 touched my door, and it wasn't now. Interesting. So he said 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. 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 like how gentle it's playing the horror card so far, right? Like very unsettling. I wouldn't say. 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. 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 them, 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 creepypasta, 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 standing in a chair, like a ghostly bride looking figure. And then the next night he looks again and she's standing upright 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 at 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's like, oh, if 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 sisters that story to prime them, to freak them out. and they're very scared. So then that night, I would like walk around. 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, whatever. So I'd like walk away and then jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, and get up to the door and quit. And they're like, and I had a red, it's like a red flashlight. So after I did that a few times, I just held it up to the bottom of the door. It was red light, like shot across the floor through the room and as soon as I did they both just, that's a lot, that's a lot, that's a lot funnier and more innocent than I legitimately thought you were 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 I 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, I do stuff like that. I never heard them though. You're like 24 and they're made them better people. So yeah, well, 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, maybe 10. So yeah, I was, I was mean, but they're better people now. 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What the fuck, mom, I see your titsies, mommy, mommy, you have beautiful feet, okay. But I knew what I saw, the carpet where they had been left the faintest depression for slowly rising back into place. Oh, that's awful. That is quick. How quick the carpet rises, exactly the carpet came and catch up was fucked. My stomach twisted, okay, that was it. No more dappin, no more convincing myself. I wasn't tripping out when clearly I was seeing shit. I waited, listened, heard her shuffle away, her door clicked shut. I exiled, rubbed my face, stood up, enough of this. I needed to get out of the house, needed to see my friends, James, Nikki Deantiler. The goal was simple, sober up, ground myself, and maybe, just maybe, break up what was going on. Over Xbox, I'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 bullshit 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 okay. Obviously, driving wasn't an option. My car was totaled. My parents handed me $250 for this crap, 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 be fair, it was a 2003 Saturn. But $250, like they're, like, you couldn't sell the radio, I think they, I think they overpaid, I think they overpaid them. Okay. Okay. So I tested off my old bike from the shed in the back. I didn't even glance at the house on the 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. I put it all together and maybe my brain was just running like a lackey Xbox. A lot of mentions of the Xbox, which is what I said. So again, what did you say? I said, just a lot of mentions of the Xbox. A lot of Xbox. If he brings up the connect or something, I'm going to, that's going to make me, I'm going to smile. It's going to be over. If the Xbox becomes a major player in the story, he's like, but then I turned to my Xbox. I said, you're my only friend. And I turned on my connection. I started dancing. I want to take a quick moment to think today's sponsor, Tushy, Tushy, it's the luxury bidet that your bathroom's been missing. And over 2 million bucks left, Tushy, and it's not hard to see why. 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Some was bright for the first time since I'd left the hospital. For the first time in days, I felt good. I'd shaved. It 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. 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. Denk the lever, let the water rush out, cut my hands, drink. The others chatted behind me. Their voice is 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. 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. Your head tilted forward, eyes locked onto me, shoulders hunched, arms dangling too loosely at their sides. They looked like something out of an eye mirror. Like the scream, but worse. Nikki wasn't as bad. He was staring too, but his face shifted. Same way my mom stood 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. Fingers fumbled and my phone slipped from my hands, leaning in the grass with a soft thud. Nikki asked if I was good. I can 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 and it's not, 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. Nikki, frowned. You need a ride internally. No, externally. Nah, bro. What? You like driving dudes around your car or something? You into teenage boys? I got this. I just offered you a ride. Wait, you need to suck your cock on the way home. That's just a pretty formal thing. Hey, well, you only want to, you want to eat my ass whole out and, you know, do all kinds of weird stuff with me. I'm going to jack you off in the driver's seat. Okay. I see that I'll never ask this ever again in my life. It's funny, because any time I offered to give you a ride somewhere that's typically what you said. I jump for joy and I do. I do. Yes. Yes. I jump over that. Yes. You're giving them see what's to work with. Yeah. I think I take three or four butterscotch candies are rolling around my mouth and I get my saliva nice and thick and I do I do I do I do I do I do I do I do I do I do I do I do I guess we can't be bros. I guess we can't do what fellas do I guess boys can't be boys. The other two laughed attention crack 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 say that is one of the most realistic things we've ever read on the show that's 100% like a what do you like driving dudes what are you uh that's pretty why why is that realistic we all started getting ready to part ways but I dragged it out pace around their cars made jokes toss the football over the hoods anything to stall kiss each other tips stealing glances at the mirrors and windows waiting for another glimpse of what was under their veils nothing for a few times I swear I saw their eyes start away from mind and the reflections like they knew what I was doing then it was like they just stop looking towards me all together no matter how I angled myself I passed I glanced I 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 know what I fucking kiss my chest now or something where we not bro's now it's weird when they look at me I feel scared but when they don't look at me I get angry definitely some pick me energy did 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 eaten managed to steady my breathing on the ride back so I pulled up to my house I veered towards the spare garage an old touch 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 it long since broken and with a firm push the door-grown open dust and stale air hit me first sent a bold cardboard and forgotten chunk the space was dim faintly illuminated by street lights filtering through the grimy windows I rolled my bike inside careful not to trip over scattered tools and warped furniture when I froze and 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 was being told it had been wrecked scrapped my parents handed me 250 bucks 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 fit me was pushed all the way back like someone much taller had been sitting there whoo a low trimmer crawled up my spine the car despite being untouched was covered in dust how long was I in the hospital doesn't matter he was getting dark I did a quick fluid check ran my hands over the tires making sure to be ready if I needed a jog 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 hi you miss dinner wait heat something up for you no it's okay mom all handled the living room TV was blue screened casting a sickly glow over the open floor plan I did a dare mess with my parents set up 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 when straight to my room locked the door take out my old iPod gin six from middle school buried in a shoebox and set it to charge for while I just sat there listening it was too quiet I faced time the iPod for my phone hesitating depending whether I should even leave my room the upstairs layout was simple four rooms mine was the first on the left top of the stairs my parents was last on the ride at the very end a closet where we kept detergent and towels my bathroom was the last door on the left plan was simple a strategic iPod drop off during my next bathroom run 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 underneath the bottom shelf and left it there hit an eye wait first of all not to not to put the bomb in the road can you face time and iPod I thought you could with the I thought you could with the I touches but maybe I'm not sure unless he's just talking about like iPhone maybe I'll go with it I just remember that I touched they had like the camera and stuff on it remember that one probably I guess I didn't think FaceTime was a thing back then but whatever I just 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 why do you my desk chairs tightly as I could under the handle too much movement too much movement from him. No, he's like he's a spider or sorry, it's like he's a bug in a spider's web. Yeah, no, he's he's caught right now dude when he opened that door and it says a 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 three 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 swane she was past the weird shifting face that Nikki had whatever this is their stages her jaw wasn't just to stand it it was stretched beyond its limit the skin pulled so tight it dangled with every sway of her body even from here I can see the bags under her eyes not just dark circles but loose sagging folds that droop to her upper lip exposing way too much dry pink eyelid 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 at stiff, unnatural 90-degree angles. Shoulders hunched forward, wrists 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. Her mouth didn't move, lips stretched then, jaw unhinged and frozen in that grotesque, slack jawed state. For the words came anyway, perfectly clear, perfectly human, a pause, then the whisper again, perfectly clear, perfectly human, my throat tied it. Please, please, please work. I was frozen, face glued to my phone screen, not daring to look away from the grainy face time feed. My breath barely made a sound, and finally, 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, then 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, clamoring up the stairs his mom whispered one last time. Same stiff unnatural cadence mom had 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, closed the door, then not making a single noise. He came back, just completely silently like through the house, a trick I would have surely fell for if I had been watching them this whole time. It's come 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 pat. Well, yeah, it makes all the, it makes all the noises have been making more deliberate, unless like, yeah, before it almost fell like animals, we're 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. If I remove my make, they track it, through the wood, through the silence. It's 3.02am. If I can just make it daylight with how passing out, I think I can open the bay window and jump. After that, straight to the spare garage, grab a 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 update when I'm safe. That's the end. You know what? I like about that ending, too, I see. It's 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. 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 and 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, if this kid is like, if this is all just a concussion nightmare thing, is even awake, you know what I mean? This guy, 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, 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, like he's fallen prey to some, something that's, he's in a coma and this is all in a coma or maybe some, I don't know, some alternate world, some weird, there's any kind of possibility he can fall 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 love crafty and 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 a 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 going to see if I can regroup and figure out what's up. And then all of a sudden, it's like, oh, wait, no, they're peering at me from under the door. I might just have to leave now. There's just a sense of urgency to where I like the, the, the, the reader can just kind of run with it at the end. Did he get out? Was this a real? These kind of questions are fun. I like the conversation you can have with people with the, 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 got to disappoint you maybe. So 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, I've 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. I like how I like how for no sleep it's like a tangible thing that helps has to have a new character is like a child has to either be like assaulted or like somebody 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, that nothing really happens to another real well, he did write something funny and are subreddit. He said, he says he has a 30 day ban and he says, because I didn't have something tangible, like my character's penis sloughing off from radioactive acid treatment. Yeah, we didn't they didn't have a indestructible pedophile come in and have sex with the kids and basically have his way with the mom to the basement. See now that would have been the arse, no sleep people are like, oh, run with their head, all the sweat out their head, they're fucking lunch bell. Yeah, sorry, we're going to have to ban this one because of the lack of pedophilia. Nothing happened. Okay, so this is the role there has to be a pedophile. So if anything, this is the creative know 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. Yes. 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 have we read something on, no, no, so 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're, 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 it that people can write interesting stories. It's like, okay, now my character has to find a laptop in the 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 it in a band in New York or whatever. >> Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. We're going to take a cruise ship or whatever. >> Yeah, cruise ship. >> Every single entry opened and closed with, I got on my laptop and went to Reddit. >> Yeah. >> I'm really tired. >> I'm really tired. >> I'm really tired. >> But they have two where else they get banned. >> Yeah, there was like, you either do that or one of the ghosts is a pedophile, pick your leg. >> [LAUGH] >> Okay. >> I missed your note sleep. >> Ever come to Reddit. >> Yeah. >> 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 the same because No Sleep is like probably the biggest fictional riding board on where it is. >> 18 million followers in that deal. >> Yeah, and to get seen and to have no deride is someone who's trying to get into the horror riding space, that's kind of the place you have to go. So- >> I'm not saying it'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- >> So it is the most viable place that is with all of the- >> 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 happened. You know what I mean? I wonder how subjective that system is for allowing stories on, you know what I mean? >> Mm-hm. >> Yeah. >> 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, 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 that we just read, Dan Bull or Dean Bull. Four months ago, he made a post in our slash creep cast absolutely swinging for us on the LaGuardi story. He posted, he was like, that was good. It should be appreciated and he just, like, reply after reply after reply. 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 David to fight those mugs, you know, I mean, it is what it is. >> No, I mean, but in all honesty, this was a lot of fun. You know, the only thing that I guess, like, if I had any, it's not really even a complaint. It's just the whole unhinged jaw thing. I feel like it's a bit, 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 unhinged jaw thing was a little, it's just, you didn't, you didn't play it a lot. >> Yeah. To me, the thing that the door was great and the quiet move, it was great, you didn't eat the jaw. Maybe once, but not as like a recurrent 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. >> 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, 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. >> Yeah. >> The mom looks 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 don't know what I mean, like that kind of stuff. And I think that you can get away from, like, then hinge jaw, which is just like, I mean, I love 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 visual different reactions to where I think that's where that conversation becomes more fun too. 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. And I think they are a very talented rider and this is a hanger. I hate that got taken off, but please give all of yours to ours. We appreciate it. Also the, the dad wish I had a little more with the dad. I think that we could have had the dad, the dad was cool. I liked the, the unblinking kind of looking forward. Yeah. Yeah. The coolest part, so 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 out. I'm trying to think if I had any other critiques of it. I just think we, the Xbox, we have maybe one too many. I thought that he was getting ready to get into sort of the gamer language or something like that. Yeah. Oh, watch out Xbox. The, uh, no, the, um, just that we got a nice little conversation with him and the mom. I just, like, I, just to have a little bit more 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 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 to see it doesn't, not necessary, but I mean, it's 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, uh, if you want to actually, uh, yeah, so my, my criticism is maybe he could get molested, perhaps, or also just, just hear me out. 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 sentence, as he says, wow, I sure hope I don't explode, but then there's a dash at the end. It's hard for me. It's fine. I'm actually, as he hit post, I'm actually, I'm actually getting fucking, 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 go ship and then there's like fucking vampires attacking him. And he's hurt. And if the character doesn't say that he's hurt on the thing, how am I supposed to know? Right. You know, so maybe, maybe you could have like some clever foreshadowing like maybe in the beginning, he can 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. Yeah. 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 yeah, maybe you could try that. Yeah. Listen, I mean, not everybody can have a home run. I mean, this was definitely a bit of a strikeout, but next time there's a home run, you know, maybe, maybe, maybe stop riding, maybe stop riding if you're not willing to put in. No, I actually, I agree. Just quit riding. I think maybe, 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. But you don't have what it takes to work in this industry. Okay. That's just how it is. So either get some pedals in there or you better start having people try to kill themselves, try to join each other by getting them to kill themselves, figure it out, figure it out. 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 bad ass, but also still a 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, people are looking at me. But then vice versa, he goes to the woods and finds a way of pedophilia warehouse. And that's kind of the idea. That's how you, 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 I want you to have these because that's a threat to kill them now. That'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 onto the next story where we're reading a story called I've been flying for almost 30 hours and the flight incidents won't stop crying, which I just got to say, even reading that title gives me a panic attack. I don't mind. I don't, I don't hate flying. But planes, I think no matter what, even if people are, I don't mind flying, they're a little scary, right? You're just kind of in a desk to open the sky. I think if I think about it too long, because I fly all the time, but if I'm sitting there for a while and I'm like, huh, rep and it needs my feet, it'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 like the butterflies for sure. I've had some weird flying experiences where it's like, okay, well, this is it. All right. Well, this is what Dine 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 creep cast, or at least they've commented in our slash creep cast a couple of times, and they were very kind to show someone in the subreddit, give them some advice about posting on no sleep and story writing. So they seem like a cool person. They've written a bunch of stories for our 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 on in our subreddit, doesn't mean that we're going easy on you. - But I will say, also we're going to title. - The one thing they say about flying is, they say, if the people working in the plane aren't freaking out, you have nothing to worry about. So me seeing a flight attendant, crying for 30 hours, which for the first 30 hours is we're going through hell apparently. But if I saw a flight attendant crying, I don't even know what I have no idea what I would even be able to do. - It would be, it would be rough. I 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 will, 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 said it, or Kayla and I were sitting on the front row. And people kept coming up to the flight attendants and being like, 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 there would be like, ma'am, no one is leaving or going. The flight will not leave on you. It can't leave though, but it takes off in an hour. And you're like, ma'am, I have no way to talk to you. I can't deal with this. We're going to die in this. I hope you realize we're going to die by talking to the 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 ground. 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 would love us. 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? This time I'm ready to get into it. Let us begin. As always, thank you to everyone 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 and A. Thank you, Dave, asking some patrons about some of the new episode recording. So curious to see how that goes. So we'll see. Mm-hmm. Exactly. Because again, they matter to us more than the others. So. My sweet sweet little angels. With that, let us begin. Mm-hmm. 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 road to myself. Takeoff passed without incident. And soon I was stretched out for a nap across the road. 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 have been 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 AM, 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 and 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 were 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. Uh, okay, thank you. After she left, I checked the clock on my phone again. 403 AM blinked back at me. Had it changed. Okay, so Hunter, right now roleplay. What do you do in the 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 get, I'd make a big scene. Oh my god. And I would say, oh my god, are you okay? Is it the pilot or is it the pilot? So you're immediately white nighting off the get-go. Anytime I can white night, 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 edge, you're grabbing her face. Like you grab her cheeks. No, no, I don't do that. But I say, I say, hey, hey, no, sorry. 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 be me fucking asking again. It's in the fucking pilot. Because I mean, it's the pilot. You let me know and I will go in there. And I will drink hell is what I would say. I'm good. You're like, you know, I'm going to take over this plane. This is the 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, you have a beautiful name. It's a beautiful name. It wasn't a pilot. It wasn't a pilot. That's what it keeps 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 over. But what? What is a woman asking for a water? What did you say? Honestly, sweetheart. I appreciate you trying to get you 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, it's 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 give you the lid in five-feel. Of course. I'd be like, of course. 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 woman next to me. Her name's Sabrina. Is this Sabrina? This is a beautiful name. First off, Sabrina. I just want to say this is a beautiful name. Right. They take this pillow. I'm just going to put it by your neck because you're not going to get any lumbar support. All right? Don't you have a beautiful restlessly because you're a beautiful princess. All right? And I say, Tasha, 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, the 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 Moist Critical. I remember going to Tampa. But what did I do on the flight? Well, we were going there. He had bought these like, $20 crafty Amazon webcams to look like the old Zach Backens like Ghost Adventure stuff. So he decided to test them out on the plane by acting like he was in an abandoned building. So he's setting, he's setting in the chair. 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. So much, so much shifts in their sleeve. He's like, did you hear that? Did you guys hear that? And Nick's filming him too. And has an equally close camera up in his face. Do you want to say it? Tell them what happened to the bathroom. I think, yeah, I was going to say the only thing I remember though that you say that because I totally forgot about 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 hunt thing. And then I stood up and then I just like, I was just filming. my shit and there's like a airplane toilet. 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, 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 passed the toilet that's full. Just keeps spinning. There were four different bathrooms on that trip. He did that. I don't know how he was ready to go with every one we came across. I didn't forget. We did have a, we did have a moment. There was a shit toilet in the, uh, ghost in the toilet. I forgot about that. Yeah. So anyway, I must have been backed up for a while. I was holding in some demons. You, you, everyone in the house, like they, they're, this has to be the last one. Surely. I sure was always another, I just remember because we were, I feel bad. I feel bad because I opened the door and there's nothing. Well, it's like kind of like whenever you're watching your dog take a shit, 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 gust. This like horrid wretched smell out of the bathroom. And the woman, the front row, whatever the bathroom just did. Good God. I had to walk by every day. Yeah. Yeah. He's like, are you with us? Spirit. Speak to us. Say something. Sorry. Sorry, sorry. I had some batch of poli last night. He kept putting the camera in the floor to be like, I think I'm sensing something. And as the camera spins, you just, he rows of feet. And he's like, is that a person? Does that look like a person back there? So woman and shoes. So anyway, my point is him deciding to like white night over as sure this asking if the pilot beat her, you know, the pilot she met like five minutes ago in the flight began. That would be on par. That would be a bit. He wouldn't. So yeah, he's in the plane. I said 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 had to change at all? I opened up my laptop and saw it to displayed 403 AM. I pulled out my phone, started a stopwatch in the app. It's been 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 at the void expression across her face. Yes. Do you know how long it'll be land? She narrowed her eyes. That flight didn't say 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 going to ask you to calm down or I'll be calling the captain. I told him that what would be necessary and set back, you removed his hand and stepped away. I feel like he has been pretty amicable. I don't know, I don't think he's really caused a fuss as he. How long do we land? 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, and 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. No, 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 with you, sir. You won't want this to be a problem. Look, 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. I'm thinking I'm going to watch continue to check up. It's been sitting there like, I ain't another two hours passed by, okay? In the hour now. At what point do you cause a problem? At what point do you like, all right, you know what, I've got a gun after she says the flight attendants said an hour. We're landing an hour is like from then or what? How long until you cause a problem? Like that guy's like, the flight attendant came out and it's 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 is even passed. Exactly. Before he went to the amount of time, we do it the whole time. Get me out of this death trap. That's, I've had me run around. Oh God, what is this? What kind of magic show is this? We doing that. So so Hunter gets on a two hour flight. One hour into the two hour flight. He's making demands. Exactly. My stopwatch continued to tick up and it's 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 sea boat light sign is on. Please remain in your seat with your buckle fastened will be landing in about an hour. I would piss me off just about. I thought, 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. As 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 I get shot to death by an air marshal. 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 enrolling it. It said, "Are you stuck, too?" I pulled out a pen and wrote, "Yes, it's been 30 hours." I folded scrap a paper up and said 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. Loved it you all with whatever happens next in the part one. All right, so that's in the part one. I just want to say this. I think he's dead. Right. If a person feels like a life, this is probably going to be like a purgatory meme or something like that. It's funny that she's like, it drops like a note. I legitimately thought that with how childish it felt that he was going to be like, yeah, I've been here 30 minutes and he makes an airplane out of his, like, looking the paper, making airplane through his perfectly. 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. Yeah. All right. 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 the 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. I've heard that. I've heard this. I feel like that 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, hey, where's my kid? They're like, you never boarded the flight with the kid and like the whole flight that tried to convince her son's not real. I can't remember how it ends. Can I pitch up? Sure. Okay. It's not done to interrupt you because I'm sure the movie's awesome, but I had an idea. I had a thought. Okay. Is it scarier if you're not over the ocean? You're by the airport, right? In every time he's been descending for 30 hours and they pull back up right as soon as they get 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? She goes right now. And then the 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. 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're, you'll have a, you'll, your asshole will pro-lapse and I'll shut 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 becomes like a sacrifice. Exactly. He's like, I don't care. Let my asshole become red cabbage and spill out all the ones on the floor. My gutty works. He does that. Or he's just like, hold on, hold on. And then he goes and like people are sort of revolting. And like one of the passengers comes up to the pilot and he's just like, you wearing this fucking plane or I'll put a boat 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 3D printed on 3D print. It has a back of his head like that. Would that be, would that be a good hook? Or it's just like, as soon as they, there's a treaty. We live in a world where every time a plane lands, someone on the pet, or how about this? This is even better. The woman in the fucking zoot suit, walk around dropping stuff, they're 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. The zoot suit when walks by. Please don't let us land. He's like, what the fuck is happening? For whatever. But 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 land, you have to eat a baby. You have to eat this baby on the plane. And he's like, excuse me. Oh, what? Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me. Like that woman in the zoot suit back there, 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. With that, I'm not gonna eat a baby. Wait, what the fuck? Thank you. Ooh, they have to fly back around. Ooh. Whatever. And now it's like, we're gonna run out of gas. The airplane, the cab becomes by, listen. I had to eat a baby two years ago and I didn't like it. You said, if dude wants, no one will ask you to do it again. But if you don't do, we're gonna run out of gas and we're going to crash, we're going to die. You understand me? So this is like a metaphor for like the healthcare 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. I'm glad you said it because I wanted to say it too, but 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, like I'm so glad I did. All right, so it's a movie called Flight Plan, starring Jodie 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 a 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 check 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 a $50 million ransom and framed this woman as an hijacker. So they have ducked at her six year old daughter to convert to coerce her into going along with it. I can't. I'm going to have to watch flight plan almost immediately because a terrorist movie, a Jodie Foster becoming a terrorist in this and make somebody gaslight. It could also be equally as terrifying as if all that's happened. Like 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 pretends she doesn't know you. You know what I mean sitting there, she's 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, I feel like you do that to a daughter anyway. I feel like you do that to your daughter anyway. No, my daughter. I, my daughter's an angel, I skipped ahead of the flight plan. Oh, she is. I thought you weren't telling the internet about her. Okay. 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, there's a lot of killing. At one point, she detonates the explosive. On the plane was flying, that's what it looks like. Believing that neither the passengers nor the crew would even notice Kyle escapes with Julie and the aircraft's 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. She's a little girl, I don't, okay, in 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 to, I kept my voice low. Yeah. My name's Jack, by the way, I say it nice to meet you, but. She nodded. My Mary, you're wrong. Getting your message was by far the best thing about the past day. I spent the last day in half thinking I was alone in this. Spos for a moment, looking up the aisle, which spoke again her voice was a whisper. So Jack, you have any theories of what the hell's going on? I considered lying, but decided the truth is for the best. I think we might be dead. Imagine you're in the scenario and then you ask the one other guy for help and he's like, I think we're dead. It's like, okay. All right. The guy was reciprocating the junior high note passing, I think is going to be very nonchalant about this. It's how I'm reading it. I think we're dead. I think we're dead and we're ghost right now. We can be ghosts, girlfriend, boyfriend, and you can be ghosts together. And you like that Mary? I like that Mary. Ghost, boyfriend, girlfriend. Mary, maybe we're just me or just you, if this is some cosmic train to hell, how would there be two of us who realize what's going on? Trains can't hold more than one passenger. Trains? Trains have one person in them, none else. No idea. I don't know. Mary pulled out her phone and handed it to me. It displayed the Wikipedia article from Flight MH372. Oh, that's 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. They 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 pulled out her phone. I like the idea, but how are you just asking completely unimportant things? 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. It 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 at 4.03 a.m. There's no way we were the only one sleep at that time though. Maybe everyone else was just namping. I don't know about you, but I was well and truly asleep. I was sucked out, seriously. Seriously, I was gone. I hit the Zaza before the flight and my ass was, my goofy I was totally busted out down the snooze train. That's so cool, Mary. Mary, you're awesome. You're great, Mary. She takes out a tag deck. I imagine she sees it. She has a tag deck out by this entire time once she's talking. She keeps dropping on the floor, and she's doing it. It flips. Yeah. That's pretty. That's awesome. I've never seen anyone do that. That's awesome, Mary. I've never seen anyone do a Jackman on the floor. I saw that male flight attendant. Is he bothering you? He's like, I'm bothering you, Mary. She's like, what? She's like grinding on a one of those like those cookies that you get, the half pipe things. Yeah. She's on the Biscoph cookie line. Yeah. Yeah. She's a she's grinding on the Biscoph cookie. Sing and scotch on. Just to herself. Mary, are you singing Superman by Goldfinger? You know that song? Yeah. You're probably the coolest girl I've ever seen. I would hope the story ends with both of them dying in a plane. Yeah. I'm doing it pretending I'm a Superman. The cabin lights flicked off and a dozen red emergency lights in the floor flicked on, casting the cabin into red glow. The intercom crackles alive, saying, asking just please. We're turning to your seats. The seatbelt side is fast 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, but maybe they already know and they're just trying to separate us. Mary not it? We should stay together. That's a better idea. Intercom crackled again. Oh, ladies and gentlemen, I have pleased to announce the arrival of the captain. We'll all be given the opportunity to speak with him. Please remain in your seats till he calls you. I mean, it is distance. Don't worry. A flight today will be happily. We'll happily help you on your way. That's creepy. I like that. The captain's arrived. The idea of someone arriving mid-flight. That's pretty good. Did you hear that, Mary? No, sorry. I was messing with this tech deck. What did he say? Nothing. No worry about it. They looked down the road and it's just Captain America. Like Chris Evans. Whoa. Mary, get off that Mongoose bike with the sick pegs and we should talk about this. Yeah, he's like really stoked about. He's like, I love adventures. 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, he's really trying to trap his persona. She's wearing all like the old bird. Like all the old bird. Sounds of passengers get into their feet echoed from further up in the plane, set in silence, trying to get a look through the curtain separating us from first class. The captain? No idea, but 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. So strong that I had to resist the urged gag. You reminded me of the worst rotting eggs I'd ever smelled to my life. But the old woman said in 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, staring down the now red fuselage. Four flight agendas passed through the curtain made their way down the rows towards us, grand stretch 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 figure standing near the front of the plane. There's a black silhouette standing beside the cockpit door. There's at least eight feet tall pointing towards us with a single finger. And it called us. The bathrooms! We ran towards the back of the plane to fly to tenants 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. Scream widened 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, 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, "Juah! Juah! Juah! Juah! Juah! Juah!" At 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'd stracked them, or I did something heroic. I did it. Juah's 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. We keep trying not to think of what they've done with her. The thing at the front of the plane didn't seem human. I hope it didn't. What are you laughing about? I heard you could do it. "This just got funny." The thing at the front of the plane didn't seem human. The H-foot tall black figure wasn't a human, okay? The thing that boarded the flight mid 30-hour flight in air. Yeah, that's weird. Okay. I hope it didn't kill her. Not after she was shouting for my home like that, I didn't take that. Oh, it's so funny. Go ahead. Oh, I just like, "Ah, Jesus, she's not dead." We're screaming like that and me standing in this bathroom shit. I mean, it's a real bummer. I feel a real bummed about that. Yeah, it's 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 and my phone's almost dead and I haven't eaten them 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 the story so far needs more meat on its bones. Things are happening too quickly. The whole idea of having a line that says, "I have a care of just saying, "Don't cough," and then the next line is, "We try to hold it in, but we coughed." Seems a bit. Yeah, it's like you can just go to the other part. Also wanted more time with having the flight attendants. You know, we've had them be creepy and they're smiling and crying and stuff. I like that. You know, I like the hook that the flight attendants won't stop crying and stuff. I want more on the last part, part three. Yeah, I want 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 goose bumps 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. Doesn't hours. 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 it. Exactly. 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, you're sitting back there and you're looking there's flight attendants and there's a devil in a black robe at 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 flew to a, 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 us. That's also one of my, I mean, like, I'm like, I got a hide. Do you think you're hiding on a plane? There's a fuck you're in the back bathroom. You're not hiding doing anything. They can just bust down 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 three to give you to the devil. I wonder if they remember that I hear. Yeah. I mean, wrong? No, no, I mean, yeah, there's not really, I don't know what LT can do in the situation though. Other than die or just stay there, but 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 with the grinning, crying flight attendant came by offering a meal. Grappy airline food was the most delicious thing I'd ever eaten. When I'd finished, my mind immediately turned to mayor. What'd it happen to her? He waited till he got done eating 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 tried it. Oh, no. I crept down the aisle towards first class, trying to keep a low profile. It's a pro. It's an aisle. It's a plane. Oh, you can't only be so low profile. Surprisingly, the flight attendants were nowhere to be seen. They'd almost seem to ignore me. Almost as if they wanted me to find her. She had a rotor 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 a 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? What do you mean? We just. I realized 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 four or three 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. It'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 tears this time. I could still see streaks of blood standing in the front of their uniform, so I was escorted back to my seat where I spent the next several days. 10 days continued to stop by with food, I would use the bathroom and soon was going absolutely 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. Oh, I count the Wi-Fi failing as him like, all right, it's time to end now. It's time for this to be over. No Wi-Fi killed me with a gun. I went to die. It was sometime a week later that dude, a week, this guy's been on here for like two weeks at this point. Imagine sitting in the same position, 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 bit 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. She's straight and I 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 you seem like this time. Let her leave, you know? That's what he gets. He gets for not walking up as he has to be in plain time, prison forever. No, sorry, sir, go back in the 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 wash to give a movie, that sort of thing. It was hell. I washed 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 to 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 that, oh, my gosh, you know, okay. So this is actually cooler, 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 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 stunked. Muscles of my legs were tight and cramped constantly. I finally concluded that suicide was my only option, and for my hundred and twenty-eight three-watch, a Thor Ragnarok. Actually, that's a pretty good solution to come to if we're watching that movie, much I think. It's funny because I made the Captain America joke earlier, and he's unintentional bear trap. That's always fun to have. I got to my feet and limp towards the emergency, oh, wait, I've got, I have a soundboard now with this new setup. Oh, good. Let me see. You give me one. Although, 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 one. That's pretty good. Right? I'm sure it sounds good to them. I've got an air horn. I hope she like that. It's still going. What else I got? 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? I can pitch my voice up, whatever that means. Does this sound good, everyone? Just to think this is a gameers. That was a good side, the side step, 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 limp 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. I figured it the handle and swung it out. To my shock, the door opened easily, so no end of any kind went around the cabin, remained the standard, slightly too cold temperature that it had been from the past, who knew how long? Yeah. Hunter, realistically, you should kill yourself after two days, right? That's what it's like. 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, 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 the weekend, the crime, the crime, flight attendants and no ones 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 predestinated flight time. Yeah. I would be already be diving for that fucking door. They know I'd have to be holding you back in the, they're like, no, no, no, I'm like, get on me. Let me do it 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, and it didn't stay and grabbed my shoulder, pulling me away. The fit of anger and strength that surprised me, I reached a way and jumped out of the plane. The wind whipping past my face, almost magical. A news sensation after so many months of the same. The ocean below me grew closer and larger, and I realized suddenly, I didn't want to die after all. Okay, time, it grew larger and larger and larger until it seemed that all I could see was darkness and waves. I am back to 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 bird's knuckle, I'd hit it on the seat in front of me. I whispered then shouted, no, no, no, no, no. I flight it to it, ran down the aisle, nearly beside me. Are you okay, sir? I clenched my hands into fist, almost swinging at her, but then I realized she wasn't grinning, she wasn't crying. 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 am. 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 on blinking at my phone, and now displayed 4.05 am. Then I looked out my window and began to cry at the sight of city lights below me. We did land in about an hour. I can't even begin to explain why or how, but I've currently sit in an airport cafe typing this out. I'm free, I'm out, and I'm never going flying again. The end. While 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 said 30 hours, Kanye reference, that's the top fly. Say this, never saw this coming while you're not alone, like, thank you. That's a good takeaway. That's, that's the story. What? You're not a fan? 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 I don't even beneficial, but I just, as always, there's 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. I 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 could 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 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 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 somebody who's just like, I'm going to write this in my free time, like, we're on, 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 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 plane is kind of like him saying he's leaving. You could interpret it as the whole, it's all just a dream thing, but it 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 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 and 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 was one of the author's first stories and he has a ton. So I'd be interested to see 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 it was a fun read. Not every time I'm asking you super long and stuff, it's just, it's just a fun little part. 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 going to 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 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, like when you first get into it, it feels like the like the first waves feel like eternity. It tell after a while when it's when the person telling the story has been around it so long that like eons are passing, you know, like 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 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 crazy, whatever, like him just kind of be like, 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 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. Do you know what I mean? Yeah, it did kind of hurry up real quick. It'd be cool if there was like, hence 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 seem to be in the same state of purgatory. Maybe one of them gets like, one of them just disappears, one of them jumps out of the plane. Like again, it's more, I think more, I think there were good pieces, but more would help it insert it ways. But for what it was, it was fun. It was just a little like plane purgatory story, right? Did you have fun Isaiah? Yeah, I had fun talking about flight plan. Flight plan is pretty good. Flight plan is 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 want to watch it. I want to watch it with flight plan. And I think you, I think I think I think just playing around more with like what's going on outside. We only see outside once it's ocean, you know what I mean, or whatever, yeah, yeah, which is just that it's supposed to be a darker ocean or whatever, but I don't know, but 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. Right. Isn't hold on. Isn't there an old twilight episode where the premise is? Yeah, it's William Shatter. There's something on the plane. Something. Yeah. It's like the best, right? That's like the best fucking twilight zone episode ever. Well, 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 twilight, the William Shatter episode, William Shatter episode is probably the most, 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, he had like a mental breakdown. And then now he is okay, his, his mental hospital doctor says it's okay that he can go home, right? So to conquer his fear until I test it out, he is going to fly home and he's like kind of being sporadic. 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 Harry Goblin on the wing in the, I'm like on this wing. And he's like, my god, and he's like freaking out the fucking, 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, oh, it's different shit. Probably blah. I'm not going to do 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, blah, blah, 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 it's like, oh, he's crazy. But then there was actually a monster on the wing. So they all die. No, no, no. They, they, they land the plane. And the reason that that's so good is because you are also questioning, is William Shatton or 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 whatever 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, 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. Or I say always, but I just mean generally, it's a good idea to have, yeah, it'd be something that your character is a driving force to all the things that are happening and everything. And there could 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 a basic matter, that's it. I'm sure there's other works that do it good, but yeah, so all in 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 attendance and how I would be a brave man and a white knight myself and also just, 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 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 know what life is. Yeah. I've taken life before it's had a chance to live like, actually, that's probably 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 of like my wife's pregnant. So just a guy. Yeah. Just a guy. Yeah. Cause 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 mean, I spent, and I was like, I wanted to specify that it was a husband. My thoughts were not arranged there correctly, but also known as a wife's spouse. Is that? Is that not correct? That's not me. And it's a complicated point to say, husband, but yeah, my, my, my thoughts work collected there. But I will say if you had to eat a full man, like not even just pardon me, you had to eat him bones and all, and the fight and they can be crying and shit and they put like apple butter over it and it makes the bones 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 it because they put something on it and it made it all soft and squished like gel. Right. Right. Sure. Yeah. That'd be, that'd be awesome, dude. Yeah. I'm just, all right. You know what? I never mind then. Never mind. Thank you guys so much for watching this show. Our most recent comment on the Patreon is someone comment and said, I just want to get pic roasted by you two, man. I'm sorry, am I oversharing now? Is that too much? No, I just, I would love a comment that just says something like, you know, this is a fun read. Guys, appreciate your time. I don't think we get this instead of the pic roast comments. I don't think that's, I don't think that's our kind of channel on our, I don't think anything. I want people to have in the comments. I want you to say, did you like the baby eat the, the butthole idea? eating another human being, because the top comment, the top comment on our last episode is bro turned 18 and became a state mandated bottom. That's the audience we've cultivated. That's, that's the kind of people we've put together. Also, by the way, from the last episode, Turk, the God, the YouTuber Turk, he mentioned, he posted a few hours ago on his YouTube and just said, who is Turk Brownie? At all of you, he immediately sprinted over there. Everyone who left love on Turk's channel, that's amazing. A guy that hasn't posted a YouTube video in a year, then just he logs in to see, he's just kidding. Just so much evident, you know what you people commented on that after you mentioned that. Let's see, anyways, the 17th subject in the fleshgate revival project was a success as he turned to life somewhere in the facility after we administrative lethal shocks to his body. And then someone referred to his, the story as the crash out that resulted from this Yahweh fanfic was beautiful. What is Yahweh? What does that mean? Thank you all so much for watching this episode of creep cast. Thank you so much to my co-host here, Hunter. I appreciate you all. Be sure to show the author, Warchester Street, some love. 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