My Girlfriend Vanished at 30,000 Feet ,Then I SmiledChapter 1
I was bringing my girlfriend home to meet my parents for the holidays. After the plane took off, I went to use the restroom.
When I came back, she was gone from the seat beside me.
I flagged down a flight attendant. She told me I'd boarded alone.
I asked the other passengers. They all said there had never been anyone sitting next to me.
But I had boarded that plane with my girlfriend. I knew I had.
She'd just peeled an orange for me, told me it would be waiting when I got back from the restroom.
How could she simply vanish?
I stared at the peeled orange sitting on her seat and demanded they search the cargo hold and the cockpit.
My shouting forced an emergency landing at the nearest airport.
Airport police boarded the plane and tore it apart, top to bottom. They didn't find my girlfriend. They couldn't even find a record that she existed.
They contacted my parents. My parents said I'd always been single, that I'd never had a girlfriend at all.
In the end, I was locked in a psychiatric facility. The other patients beat me to death.