The Bermuda Triangle by Holly
“I woke very early that morning and slipped on my jeggings, top, and fluffy warm jumper. I went over to my bag and dropped in the old compass my grandmother gave me when I was 12. I’ve had it for the past four years. I left a little note to my grandparents who I live with and I set off to the Miami coast. When I finally got there it was six o’clock. I quickly raced over to a security guard to ask where plan 1926 was. He pointed to a purple plane with green wings. I started walking over to it with the keys spinning around my finger when the man stopped me in my tracks and asked with a rather stern voice “and where may I ask are you taking my plane?”
I reached into my pocket and pulled out a post-it-note with coordinates. He looked at me and burst out laughing.
“You’ll be lucky if you make it out alive. Have you any idea what’s out there?!” he asked.
“As a matter of fact that is what I’m going to find out.” I strode off to the plane and geared up the engine, I looked back at the man who appeared to be laughing while shaking his head. I took no notice and took off.
I wasn’t even in the plane for 5 mins when the wind started picking up. I noticed a massive storm in front of me. I looked at my co-ordinates and the cockpit screen. I couldn’t go around the storm so I went in. As I got closer and closer I found the plane was getting more and more difficult to control. My compass went berserk and the whole plane was shaking. I couldn’t see the blue sky anymore. Everything was black and terribly spooky, as if a black blanket covered my plane. I couldn’t see anything so I contacted Miami air control but I couldn’t pick up a signal. It became a bit brighter but that was when I saw a huge ferocious monster coming at me, it looked like a weird green electronic mist. At this point all of my controls were spinning like mad. I tried to turn back but I couldn’t. I felt like something was drawing me in.”
Illustration by Matt Roden