[i]Storytober: Day 9[/i]
[i]Phobia: Aerophobia aka the fear of flying[/i]

I sat in my seat, having a major anxiety attack. The heights and everything just makes me so uneasy. I glanced out the window trying to calm myself down and then I saw it. A figure on the wing of the plane. It was just staring at me. I started to panic, feeling my heart pound out of my chest and my breathing quicken. I heard a voice, but no one else reacted so I assumed it was all in my head. "You will not survive." The figure reached down and tore the wing of plane. The plane started to crash and everyone started panicking. I didn't blame everyone. By the time the plane crashed I was surprised I was still alive... all I had to do now was survive...