May 26th, 2006
The last thing I remember was being in my seat on the airplane. We were on our way to Belgium to visit my brother when I looked out my window and saw a dark storm cell.
The pilot came onto the speakers, "Ladies and gentleman we will be experiencing some turbulence so please for your own safety buckle down." There was some mild shaking happening but nothing big. About five minutes later we slowly crept out of the storm system. The winds seemed to be settling down by the time we got out of the clouds. No one else expected the storm to come back our way.
The pilot got word from the control tower that the storm had turned around and was now heading back. Gently the pilot tried picking up speed so we'd get away from it but it only seemed to get worse. As the sky darkened again around my window I held onto the seat for dear life. My cell phone was still in my pocket. My sister who was sitting next to me still had our ear phones on and wasn't paying attention to the storm. I started breathing heavily knowing that something was going to go wrong. A second later the side of the plane was blown open, wind was blowing over but it didn't actually take the people away. Instead it was searching for a selected group of people to steal. I closed my eyes as I felt it going around the plane. It's as if it could smell your worst fear and suck it up completely. When it got to the row behind me I was about to go into shock when instead it picked me up so quickly no one had time to react to it. You could hear screaming all over the plane.
Apparently I wasn't the only one who had been taken off the plane. Seven other people along with me were ripped right out of their seats and thrown either onto an island that was somewhere below us or close to it. Four girls and four boys made up the population. When the storm was done collecting it's victims it put the top back onto the plane hammering it down.