Note: I did not create this pasta and I am in no way taking credit for writing it. I'm just passing it on.
Some of you may have heard my story on the news. However, those who have read it have probably forgotten. I’ve tried to block this memory out of my mind but it keeps crawling it’s way back to my brain. Read on, this is my story.
It was 1992 when my husband and I boarded a plane to Hawaii. Neither of us had been there before. To say we were excited would be an understatement. However, no one on the plane actually made it to Hawaii.
From where we boarded the plane, it would be about a five hour flight. Within the first 30 minutes, I was asleep. I had a pleasant dream that my husband and I were surfing in the warm Hawaiian waters.
I was abruptly awoken to the plane bouncing up and down and the flight attendants telling everyone to “calm the fuck down.” To my surprise, I noticed everyone’s windows were closed except mine. I peered out and gasped.
On the wings of the plane, I saw these large unearthly bugs. They looked like ants except there were no antennaes and they were fully green. You could see large fangs poking our of their faces. The bugs appeared to be eating away at the wings.
In 15 minutes, the wings were half gone and the plane began swirliung to the ground. How I survived the crash was a miracle. To this day, after all the research I’ve done, I cannot find out what those strange creatures were.