[ WP ] The flight data recorder from Malaysian flight MH370 is retrieved.. the truth is beyond our creepiest imagination..

*'' Scaring the little girl? SCARING THE ^ ( LITTLE ) GIRL?'' Bzzt* 
 
 
 Air Marshal Henson looked over at Special Investigator Dover, puzzled beyond belief, as Dover cut off the recording. 
 
 
 `` Was that... was that what I think it was?'' 
 
 
 The investigator sighed, rubbing a weary hand across his jaw and scratching at the scruffy stubble on his face. 
 
 
 `` You recognize it too then?'' 
 
 
 The two turned to look once more at the retrieved data recording device, the black box that should n't have been. 
 
 
 `` I ca n't believe that this is even happening,'' Henson mumbled, `` I mean, there was even a blind girl traveling on her own on the flight records.'' 
 
 
 Dover snorted and replied, `` The names, the locations, they do n't match, but the characters do. Hell, we had a business tycoon on board who ruined his business just before the flight as well.'' He placed his hands spread wide across the countertop, leaning forward in frustration. `` It just *can't* be!'' 
 
 
 `` I guess it explains where the flight has been. And why there are only a handful of bodies, living and dead for a flight of some 240 people.'' Henson bit his lip, worrying over the situation. `` Good god, if this came true, are his other works real too?'' 
 
 
 Eyes widening, Dover rushed over to the computer. The click-clack of hurried typing filled the room as Henson followed closely behind, carrying the recording device with him. 
 
 
 Dover shook, tears forming in his eyes as recent events began to make sense. `` We have to warn them. Tell someone.'' 
 
 
 `` D-d-dover...'' Henson's voice was low and strangled. Dover turned to see him pointing. His eyes followed the line of Henson's arm, down to the fingertip and past that to the window of the control tower, beyond which the coalescing mist outside was solid. And from the mass of wispy gray, a shape was forming. A monstrous shape, of enormous proportions. 
 
 
 The unlikely pair trembled, neither believing the sight before them. The monster, for there was no other name for such a terrifying creature as what they saw, was climbing the tower, clawing its way up with the use of large, sharp claws. 
 
 
 Henson activated the recording function of the black box. 
 
 
 *'' This is Air Marshal Kendrick Henson, with Special Investigator for the missing Malaysian Airlines Flight MH-370, Jay Dover. We have discovered a terrifying truth, a series of prophecies in the words of books and movies, all based off works written by-'' * There was a rush of wind, a roar, the screams of dying men, ended only by their sudden deaths, and then, * Bzzt* 
 
 
 On that day in Bridgton, Maine, a local air traffic control tower, secluded and alone, fell to unknown forces inside an unexplainable mist. All that would be found would be a small, corroded black box, with claw marks down the center of the mic, playing one sound over and over. 
 
 
 *'' Scaring the little girl? SCARING THE ^ ( LITTLE ) GIRL?'' Bzzt* 
 
 
 *'' Scaring the little girl? SCARING THE ^ ( LITTLE ) GIRL?'' Bzzt* 
 
 
 *'' Scaring the little girl? SCARING THE ^ ( LITTLE ) GIRL?'' Bzzt* 

