[ WP ] The first time Pete seen his reflection two weeks ago it was holding the number 13 . It then put the number away and everything returned to normal . This behaviour has repeated every day since and yesterday it was holding 1 . Today he is scared but ca n't stop himself from approaching the mirror..

13, 1, 0 and 1.... Numbers Pete has seen his reflection hold. This flight was n't helping his already anxious mood. In what world does your reflection do anything but reflect??? The question haunted him. He felt like he had some demon grasping onto the back of his mind driving him into his own realm of madness. 
 
 `` Beverages will now be served, please stay seated.'' 
 
 Announced the captain on the PA. A very calming voice, it was nice to hear over the roaring of engines and voices of people that combined into one voice muttering un recognize able words. Pete tried eaves dropping on other but nobody had been talking about any topics of interest. Besides with this constant memory of the mirror, there was not much room for anything else to think about. Pete swore his reflection grew more glum and sad as it held every number, or had that just been him? Had he just been getting more melancholy with every odd action his reflection had done? Pete anxiously tapped his foot, looking up towards the plane aisle and its passengers. 
 
 `` No.'' He muttered under his breath 
 
 `` I was drunk and hallucinating, none of it means anything'' 
 
 But, what did it mean? Once again Pete's self assurances did not work and he wound up asking himself the same question. Was it a lottery number for good fortune? A server sequence of numbers leading to treasure? Or perhaps... No, he dared not think of bad things. It would only make it worse. 
 
 Unable to resist the urge Pete stood up out of his chair, pacing down the plane aisle, passengers giving him odd looks. 
 
 `` Sir, you can not move through the aisle during the beverage potion of the flight'' Said a smiling steward. A fine woman, he could tell, but he had no mindset for flirting right now. 
 
 `` It's urgent.'' Pete gave her a cold eye, and she let him though. 
 
 Pete locked himself in the washroom, the noises of the plane were worse here. Pete dared not look at the mirror though. He threw up in the toilet, nausea got to him. He flushed the toilet, but the toilet made a loud booming sound it seemed, louder than normal. 
 
 Oh no. Pete thought. My paranoia has gotten to me. This turbulence was n't helping either. He closed his eyes and began hallucinating and shivering, thinking and almost feeling his hallucinations of as people screaming at him. He looked at the mirror. His mind could no longer resist. His will was not his own when his head turned. But what he saw did not comfort him. The turbulence became more severe. His reflection was finally clear. It was not wearing a skull mask, he could see bloodshot eyes behind the mask, like the his face behind it had almost been crying. He touched his real face while looking at the reflection and felt no such mask in real life. He looked back at the reflection and looked at the sign. 6, with a period following it. 
 
 6. 
 
 He shivered immensely and the screaming in his head became more violent. He wrote down the numbers he'd seen on a piece of toilet paper. All of them. 
 
 131016. 
 
 Pete checked his phon slowly, like he was going to receive a message from Satan himself. He was close. He looked under the time at the date. 
 
 13/10/16 was the date today. 
 
 He looked Back at the mirror with a confused face. His reflection was finally his own. He regained conscious but he kept hearing the screaming and turbulence.... Perhaps he was still halluci- that's when he heard it. 
 
 `` Our final engine has blown out. Brace for impact'' 
 
 Said a captain, his voice no longer calm but sad and seemed like he was crying. The captain did not bother turning of the PA and Pete heard him silently praying. Pete opened the laboratory door to see the stewardist in brace position, tears streaming down her cheek. While trying to hold on, Pete was almost launched by the massive turbulence and a feeling of butterflies like he was falling. He looked down the aisle again, seeing passengers hugging eachother, lookin up with their hands out together, seemingly praying. Some were stunned in shock, others were puking, but they all shared one thing, fear. Pete should have listened to his gut, he thought the numbers would result in something like this, the date of his death. But he closed his eyes. His fate had been written on the day he saw that 13.... 
 
 The last thing he heard was a collection of final screaming and the sound of a plane hitting a surface at full impact. 
 
 ( I'm sorry if this was depressing but I tried my best to capture what I thought of )
