Hello everybody. I hope you're all doing well. We're back with another episode of Creep'scast,

the podcast where your worst fears come to life. I'm your host, Mr. Creeps, and I'll be your guide on this

journey through the twisted and macabre. So, lock the doors turned on the lights and get ready to be scared as we drift further

into Mr. Creep's mind.

I thought I was lucky to survive the plane crash.

I was wrong.

Written by Horror Writer 1717.

I looked out the window as the sun set over an endless sea of clouds floating below,

looking every bit like I was sailing on my way to heaven.

But inside the plane was a different story.

I was sitting in premium economy class.

Translation at the cattle car with around an extra inch of Lake Rome.

As I glanced longingly up the aisle toward the first-class suction, a man would look

like he weighed easily, 350 if not 400 pounds, plopped into the seat next to me.

I took a deep sigh.

When he finally squeezed his way into the seat, he looked at me and smiled sheepishly.

I'm sure that he was just as embarrassed as I was, and sure that I would regret having the

window seat when the horrible time came that I had to go to the bathroom.

I was really wishing now that I had tried to get the company to spring for first class,

but they wouldn't hear any of it.

Premium economy was as high as they would go.

I guess I see where their top salesman ranks.

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