The Twisted Neck

Due to the sudden paranormal event, the passenger plane did not choose to fly to J City. Instead, following orders, it chose to circle over an uninhabited wilderness until the event ended or the fuel ran out.

Meanwhile, inside the cabin, the passengers were completely unaware of the supernatural intrusion.

No one would have imagined that a ghost story would happen on an airplane in broad daylight.

But danger always comes unexpectedly.

In the dimly lit cabin, more than a hundred passengers sat comfortably in their seats. Although the plane was flying at high altitude, it was very quiet, without any noise or turbulence.

In this environment, most people are drowsy, and even some passengers who don't want to sleep can't help but take a nap.

One of these passengers was a male passenger named Zhou Hao. Like most people, he was flying to J City. Because he had eaten too much before boarding, he was feeling thirsty and wanted to call a flight attendant to bring him a bottle of water. However, after looking around several times, he found that there was not a single flight attendant on duty in the entire cabin.

Even after he pressed the pager several times, no one responded.

"What's going on?" Zhou Hao leaned forward slightly and looked around.

He discovered that all the aisle doors between the front and rear cabins were closed, and apart from the other passengers, not a single crew member could be seen.

In the quiet environment, he couldn't just shout loudly, so he stood up and used the excuse of going to the toilet to see what was going on.

But as soon as he stood up, a uniformed air marshal immediately came over.

"Please return to your seat, passenger." Wang Dong performed his duties very seriously, maintaining order in the cabin.

Zhou Hao said, "I just need to use the restroom."

Wang Dong replied, "It's not allowed now, so I hope you can be patient."

"But I'm in a hurry." Zhou Hao felt increasingly uneasy.

Wang Dong continued, "No matter how urgent it is, it won't work. There's a special situation on the plane right now, and our people are handling it. We hope you can cooperate."

Has a special situation occurred?

Immediately, the passenger named Zhou Hao's expression changed, and many possibilities flashed through his mind.

Hijacking? Plane malfunction? Bomb?

"What happened?" Zhou Hao asked curiously.

"It's nothing particularly serious, we'll handle it, don't worry. During this time, we hope you'll remain quiet and in your seat, and cooperate with our work. Thank you," Wang Dong said very earnestly.

Zhou Hao was puzzled, but he had no choice but to return to his seat.

After calming the passenger down, Wang Dong continued his patrol.

As long as he is here, his status as an air marshal will allow him to maintain normal order. If he disappears or goes into hiding, it will only cause inexplicable panic.

However, with these strange signs appearing, Wang Dong, though his face remained calm, felt uneasy walking down the dimly lit corridor, and his whole body tensed up involuntarily.

Yang Jian's previous words filled him with inexplicable fear.

The ghost might be one of these passengers.

This sentence gave Wang Dong a chilling feeling every time he passed by a passenger.

"Hopefully nothing bad will happen," Wang Dong could only console himself, while placing his hopes on Yang Jian.

This is something only he can handle, given how much the higher-ups trust Yang Jian.

While he was patrolling elsewhere...

The male passenger named Zhou Hao became increasingly suspicious and uncertain after sitting down. Although he didn't know what had happened, judging from the atmosphere on the plane, it seemed that something terrible was taking place.

Many strange and unusual things came to mind.

At the same time, he couldn't help but start looking around, hoping to find out what had happened to the plane.

Just as Zhou Hao was looking around, a passenger in front of him suddenly caught his attention.

The passenger was sitting three rows in front of him by the window, and because of the seating arrangement, he could only see half of the back of the passenger's head in his line of sight.

If that's all there is to it, it's not surprising, because every passenger in the front row is like that.

But what puzzled Zhou Hao was that there was a hand resting on the back of the passenger's head.

The palm was deathly pale, covered in spots, blue and purple, like the palm of a dead person.

However, at first glance, he didn't make that connection; he just glanced at it casually and then wanted to look away.

However, the next moment, Zhou Hao saw the passenger slowly raise his arm, place his palm on his face, and slowly turn his head.

In that instant, his eyes narrowed sharply, his hair stood on end, a surge of fear welled up inside him, and his blood seemed to freeze. He was completely stunned.

Because the seat next to the passenger in front was empty; no one was sitting there.

In other words, when the passenger raised both hands to press against his cheeks, it was impossible for a third hand to appear.

So, whose hand was it that was placed behind that passenger's head?

Ghost?

Almost subconsciously, something that only appeared in stories occupied all of Zhou Hao's thoughts.

Upon realizing this, fear surged forth once more. Zhou Hao's body seemed to lose all feeling; he made no move, simply standing there blankly staring at the back of the head of the person in the third row by the window.

He wanted to speak up to remind him, but his mouth opened and closed without making a sound.

At the same time, Zhou Hao was also filled with fear, wondering why a hand was pressed against the back of his head, yet the person didn't react at all?

But before he could think any further...

The back of the head in front, however, slowly continued to turn.

At first, the head was facing straight ahead, but now it was facing the right window. Ninety degrees should be the limit of a person's neck, but the back of the head seemed to have no intention of stopping and continued to turn.

"Click, click~!"

Zhou Hao even heard the faint cracking sounds of neck bones breaking, and the passenger whose head was partially exposed was still turning.

And it seemed as if she was pressing her own face down and turning it around.

Is this even possible for a human to do?

Soon, after turning his head halfway around, Zhou Hao saw that the back of his head had become half a forehead.

Four or five pale fingers were visible on his forehead.

Oh my god.

Another hand was lying on the person's face.

At this moment, Zhou Hao was on the verge of collapse. He wanted to scream in terror, but his body wouldn't obey him due to extreme fear.

"Click, click."

The faint sound of bones cracking from excessive twisting of the neck still echoed around, though barely audible.

The passengers in front and behind seemed oblivious to the commotion.

The back of his head came into Zhou Hao's view again.

That head had turned a full circle.

If it were a normal person, they wouldn't be alive at all; they would definitely be dead.

But the passenger seemed unaffected, still raising his arm and pressing his palm against his cheek, continuing to spin around a second time.

Those pale, bruised, and livid hands still covered his neck, one in front and one behind, twisting it in coordination with the passenger's hands.

There were no screams, no wails, and not even a hint of struggle throughout the entire process.

His neck just kept turning like that.

Zhou Hao just stared at him, completely stunned.

As time passed, he didn't know how many times the neck had turned, nor did he count. He only knew that eventually, due to excessive twisting, the neck became somewhat elongated, causing the passenger's head to gradually rise from under the seat and slowly come into his sight.

It was the face of a middle-aged man, now black and purple, even more grotesque than a dead man's face, his eyes wide open, filled with fear and despair.

Ah~!

Finally, all of Zhou Hao's fears erupted, and he let out a hysterical scream of collapse, scrambling and tumbling away as if he were a madman.

The scream made everyone in the cabin turn to look in their direction, and even some who were fast asleep were awakened.

Yang Jian, sitting in first class, remained calm upon hearing the voice, simply saying, "The ghost has started killing people."