#THE_UNKNOWN (A series of short horrifying stories)
   
Author: Sam Freddy
   
Issue 5: PLAIN SUICIDE
   
    Part 3
   
    Instead of fear, intense laughter took over me at once. Surely, I had seen countless terrible prank videos on YouTube and even experienced a few in reality, but none of them had nothing on Koffee’s lame prank. Koffee’s idea for a prank was undoubtedly the WORST of all plans I’d ever witnessed in my entire screwed up life!
   
    “What kind of stupid joke is this?” I voiced amid laughter, still looking at the scribbled words on the umbrella. “This is very wack, to be very honest with you. Like, seriously, was this meant to be creepy or something? Because I didn’t even shake at all!”
   
    The look on Koffee’s face was indescribable.
   
Acting surprised, she said, “What the hell, Alice? Don’t tell me you actually think I did this crap, do you?”
   
    Duh?
   
    Straight up! No doubt.
   
    “Of course, I do. It’s pretty obvious if you ask me.”
   
    Koffee widened her eyes like an owl. “Alice, I didn’t do this. I swear!”
   
    With a huff, I asked, “Then who did?”
   
    “I DON’T KNOW!”
   
    Lies upon lies, and more lies. Koffee was a clever chick, after all. She must’ve thought I was a big fool to not figure out something so glaring as this.
   
    Unfascinated, I sighed. “Honestly, I don’t even know what to say to you, Koffee.” I said whilst walking back to the entrance. “But I’ll give you just one advice: Next time you want to prank someone, come to me for better, professional lessons. Adios, amigo!”
   
    With that, I left the storage room and went into a nearby restroom to do business.
   
    Staring at a big mirror on the wall, I removed my lip gloss from my shirt pocket and applied it lightly. Smoothening the shiny, wet substance with my lower lip, I unbuttoned the first three buttons of my shirt, propped up my sweet little titties with my silky, orange, padded bra, and then, for the grand finale, I pulled my skirt up a little, making it appear shorter and tighter than it was.
   
    ‘Damn. I look good!’
   
    Crazy enough, I was doing all this just for one gentleman’s attention. Someone who probably wasn’t even really into me like that. Someone who most likely didn’t even know my worth at all because he had surely seen way hotter chicks on set and every other fancy place he’d been to—video vixens and slutty fangirls in his DMs included—but I didn’t care about all that, though, because to me, all what I was doing was worth a try. I totally had no room for bad energy today. Anxiety could kiss my bloody ass for all I care. I wasn’t going to pull back from this task, come what may. It was better late than never!
   
    When I was done motivating myself, I walked out of the restroom and as I was just about to close the door, something, or someone passed behind me very swiftly. Startled, I looked back quickly but saw no one there.
   
    “Hello?” I called out but got no response. “Anybody there?” I added, looking back and forth, yet I got no reply, neither could I see anyone lurking around the passageway.
   
    But I could’ve sworn that I actually sensed someone or something breezing past me a moment ago. My intuition never deceived me. If I thought something was right, then it was undoubtably correct to the core. I trusted my instincts big time.
   
    Disgruntled, I looked down and got the shock of my frigging life at once. My fricking heart literally skipped ten solid beats at the sight of a little girl standing before me, frowning weirdly.
   
    “What the hell!” I gasped, wide-eyed, taking a step back. “Who are you?” I added, furrowing my eyebrows, my fists clenched. “Can I help you?”
   
    Without saying a word, the little girl handed me a piece of paper and motioned for me to read it. Obediently, I nodded, gazing down at the paper.
   
    “I am deaf and dumb. I can’t hear anything you say and I can’t speak to you, but I can read your lips.”
   
    Interesting.
   
    In all honesty, I didn’t know whether to feel pity or feel proud of the cute little girl after knowing her condition.
   
    Judging from her young, albeit strange good looks, I’d say she’d be nine or ten years old, tops! Before I could even express my sympathy for her, she handed me another paper, which reads:
   
    “You have to leave this plane as soon as you can, or else you would die a very tragic death.”
   
    Come on, man, not again!
   
    “You can’t be serious right now.” I said, getting offended. “First it was Koffee with her dumb prank, and now it’s you, little cutie?”
   
    The frown on the little girl’s face thickened as she wrote something on her notebook, tore out the page and handed it to me. I heaved a discomforted sigh before reading it out loud:
   
    “This is not a prank! I’m serious. I am a seer, so trust me, this is a life and death situation. If you don’t leave this aircraft to seek help from a priest in 30 minutes, you would die painfully. She is coming for you!”
   
    Stifling a chuckle, I asked, “Who is coming for me, little one?”
   
    “The evil sorceress of darkness!” she answered through another note which she’d given me. Quite amused, I gave the deluded girl a funny look for almost fifteen seconds before I finally squeezed the papers in my hands and tossed them all away.
   
    “All right, show’s over. I’ve had enough pranks for one day.” I said and grabbed the girl’s hand after heaving another distressed sigh. “I’ll see you off to your seat now, princess,” I added and feigned a smile.
   
    With that, I led the adorable girl back to her seat and went back upstairs afterwards. While moving about with the same big tray which I had dropped earlier, I distributed the snacks to every passenger at the first twelve rows until I got to Raji’s seat which was at the last row.
   
    I thought celebs were supposed to occupy the first row, though?
   
    Something about this dude.
   
    Anyway, bent over, I asked softly, “Do you care for some champagne, Mr. Khan?” I then supported the question with a genuine smile as I added: “I reserved this one specially for you.”
   
    Instead of replying my polite question, the versatile, talented artiste kept quiet with his eyes wide open as though he was bewildered or at a complete loss for words. In a split second, however, I followed his line of sight and realized that he was actually enthralled with my cleavage, big time!
   
    Not only was mega superstar Raji Khan fascinated by my yummy boobs, but the big bulge in his jeans almost gave me a legit heart attack on the spot. Now I knew why he was called ‘Omega’ Pretty Boy on stage. It wasn’t just a cliché pseudonym. It was the real fricking deal! Too much juice, too much sauce!
   
    Frankly, that nice instrument between his legs was something I would’ve loved to feel inside me if we were both somewhere different from this stupid plane. But wishes weren’t horses, so… screw that.
   
    “Mr. Khan, sir?” I called his attention again and leaned in close enough for him to have a better look at my seductive cleavage.
   
    Almost immediately, Raji Khan snapped out of his trance and blinked thrice at the sound of my voice. “Oh, Alice! It’s… it’s nice to see you again.”
   
    “Same here, Mr. Khan.” I winked at him before repeating my question: “Do you care for some champagne?”
   
    “First off, I’ve told you to call me just Raji.” He corrected me almost immediately, trying to conceal the gigantic bulge in his pants with his hands. “Second, to answer your question, yes I do care for some champagne, please.”
   
    Giggling, I handed him a special glass of champagne and licked my lips softly when our hands brushed against each other.
   
    “Sorry about the name stuff, Raji. I totally forgot.” I apologized softly, ogling him, desperately trying to extend our conversation. “Pardon my silliness.”
   
    “Nah. It’s nothing.” Raji shrugged a shoulder and stole another glance at my cleavage for the umpteenth time. Speechless, I nodded and smiled, and I was about to leave his presence when he told me to get closer so that he could whisper something in my ear.
   
    Anxiously, I did so straight up!
   
    “You’ve got really nice tits, Alice.” Raji whispered suavely and gave my earlobe a gentle bite, adding, “I’d really love to fondle them someday. I just hope you wouldn’t mind?”
   
    “Why would I?” I whispered back in his ear, softly. “As long as it’s gonna be you handling me, count me in. I’m always game, dear. This treasure is all yours.”
   
    With another soft bite on my earlobe, Raji whispered, “In that case, why don’t we go start treasure hunting in the first-class restroom in five?”
   
    “Aye, aye, captain.” I agreed and nibbled on his earlobe, concluding with, “Meet me at the female restroom in three minutes. I’m too turned on to afford five.”
   
    Having said that, I left Raji’s presence and headed for the restroom after keeping the big, empty tray on an empty trolley.
   
    When I got inside the restroom, I closed the door and stood before the huge, fancy mirror on the wall, admiring my extremely hot self.
   
    Biting my lower lip while fantasizing about Raji’s big pipe, I unbuttoned some more buttons on my shirt until my bra was visible in HD format. All that was left was just a few more buttons to undo and one mild tug to liberate my perky bosoms from the bra.
   
    As I bent over to wash my face in the sink, I sensed someone’s presence behind me again but found no one at all when I looked over my shoulder. The moment I looked back at the mirror, someone else’s reflection appeared there, and I gasped and staggered back in shock.
   
    She was a black, naked woman with bright white eyes that lacked irises, and her scattered black hair floated about like snakes in the air.
   
    Before I could even scream for help, she vanished like smoke as someone’s hand suddenly grabbed my shoulder from nowhere!