It all started when my plane went down in the Atlantic Sea. I remember the flight attendant handing out peanuts when it happened. The plane shook; the plane's staff swore it was just turbulence. A child noticed the propeller on the left side of the plane was burning and looked as if it would come off at any moment. I felt a change in the atmosphere immediately; It was like electricity, a constant humming. The cabin suddenly became full of life as people started to panic.

A couple of men ran to the cockpit of the plane but I don't know what happened to them. I assume they told the pilot what was happening but by then it was too late. We were already going down, losing altitude steadily until the plane's nose took a dive. People started floating up; we were in freefall. Children were holding onto their parents and parents to their children. They understood what was about to happen. Some people prayed to their gods and others screamed. I was in shock, I couldn't believe this was happening.

The plane hit the water, It was like we hit solid concrete. Most people died on impact, they were the lucky ones. I and many others sank, while still inside of the plane. We had seawater fill our lungs struggling to breathe. I was gasping for air to no avail. The last thing I remember before death took me, was a deep demonic cackling.