“Boarding Flight 1, Take Off at Midnight” a voice cackled over the loudspeaker, echoing through the empty airport. Why is it empty? There should be other flights at night.

I walk to my gate. The seats are dilapidated pieces of fake leather that my bag will barely fit on. Footsteps crowd the hallway, but no one enters.

A flight attendant ushers me onto the plane, and I see all the passengers. Regular people, but their thoughts are shown. I cower at being in the same room as them.

“You know what you did” the flight attendant whispers in my ear, her formed tongue spitting burning venom into my ear. The flesh rotted and burned to a green color.

Escape. I have to escape. I run into the cockpit and there’s the pilot. He turns around and grins at me, horns poking through this pilot’s hat.

The devil tells me to look out the windows, and the runway is burning lava bubbling into a cheeky smile, into bands, trying to grab me.

I hear a scuttle and push behind me and soon I’ve plunged into the deep, never ending clouds of fire and brimstone.

WAKE UP.