Backpacker Stumbles Upon Snow-Covered Plane, What He Finds Inside Surprises Him

Rhythmic sounds

It was steady, too rhythmic to be wind. “Hello?” he called, voice cracking against metal walls. No response. The tapping repeated, echoing like fingernails dragging on sheet metal.

His skin prickled with unease. The wreck was supposed to be empty, a frozen tomb—yet someone or something inside seemed eager to announce its presence.