Flight 532

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Flight 532 took off with no issues. There were no complications, the flight crew went through their routine as they always do. Nothing I saw made me worried about the flight.

We crashed somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean. Many did not survive the crash.

I did my best to help. The blood and gore didn’t bother me as much as it affected the others. Oh, the blood. The sweet smell. I wrapped their bodies for burial, and I placed them in their shallow graves.

If you saw me, you assume that I was just in shock or suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder, but I wasn’t. Death excited me.

The 5 of us John, Abigail, Michael, Beth and myself survived. My name is Lily.

The winds came the second night. A strong wind carried my name, “Lily… Lily.” It called. I moaned as I slept, but I kept hearing the voice in my head.

As much as I tried to sleep, I kept having nightmares. Beth was sleeping when a figure appeared before her. I swear it looked as if the figure smiled. Beth woke with a start and screamed as the figure sliced her throat. He continued to cut into her as the spray of her blood spewed from her body. I crept over to her body as the man left. I ran my fingers through her hair and moved my fingers in her blood as if it were natural to do so.

“Sleep well,” I said with a smile.

I woke that morning to screams.

“Beth, Beth!” The others screamed as they searched for her.

A puddle of blood was lay where Beth once slept. I still had blood on my hands. How could this be? It was just a dream I told myself. Why were my hands covered in blood? Where did Beth go? I ran to the water and washed my hands.

After a while, they had given up hope on finding Beth. I sat on the beach staring at the waves trying to push away this feeling of guilt. I smiled and laughed as she died. “What’s wrong with me?”

The next night the demon killed John. I laughed and danced around the tree as his feet dangling in the air. Every night the demon killed another person, and the excitement in me grew with each kill. The dreams excited me. The demon strangled Abigail. That one didn’t excite me as much. I found I enjoyed watching the blood pour from his victims far better. I pleased the murderer. He even let me cut off Michael’s head. Oh, how exciting it was to slice through his neck as the blood splatter upon my face. I never had thoughts such as these. Something or someone unlocked this my want for blood and death.

I woke on the fifth day and the beach was silent. I was alone. The only sounds I heard were the lapping of the waves, the beat of my heart echoing in my ears and the voice. It called once again.

“Who are you?” I called out. “Why are you giving me these dreams?”

The winds stopped as the voice fell silent and I panicked. I was the only one left. Was this demon coming for me now?

I walked into the woods hoping to find what was hunting me and kill it before it could kill me. Sitting on a stump, I found a walking stick and sharpened it. I needed to defend myself.

I came upon an abandoned cabin. It was an old wooden cabin that smelled of blood and rotting flesh. I am ashamed to admit but I vomited. At first, the smell excited me but this was poignant. A smell I was not expecting it to be so powerful.

Still, I wanted to explore the cabin. I grabbed the doorknob but pulled away as blood was covering it. The blood shocked me but it didn’t phase me. I entered the Cabin and let out a gasp as I saw the bodies of my fallen peers hanging in various positions. In the center of the room sat Abigail in rusted steel chair with straps confining her to the chair. He displayed weapons of torture through the workshop. Two clamps held Michael’s head as his body lay on the floor. Beth lay on a table with straps across her body and poor John. He dismembered John’s body and placed each body part in a glass jar. My hands shook as I examined the jars. This is insane. Get out! Get out now!

Winds came rushing in behind me as the door opened. I turned to see a figure standing there watching me. “Welcome home Lily. Are you here to join me or just watch as you do in your dreams?” He asked.

The shadow moved toward me. “That’s a good girl. I can tell how excited you are. We’ve been waiting for you.”

I smirked for I knew he will not kill me and will help him. I’m home.

“Now go home and dream more victims up for me,” he commanded.

The next morning I woke back in my bed at home. “Was this a dream?” I wondered.

I walked into my living room and turned on the news.

The reporter spoke, “Yes that is correct 199 passengers on flight 532 confirmed dead.

I gasped as I felt a cool breeze rush through my apartment. “Lily….” The voice was back. I turned around as the shadow figure was in my doorway.