Hikers Stumble Upon Plane in the Woods, Then They Find Out Who Left It There

First class

They moved deeper, beams slicing through shadows. A heavy door marked “First Class” loomed ahead. Jason paused, dread prickling his neck. “We shouldn’t,” he muttered. Ben pushed anyway.

The metal door creaked open, revealing rows of larger seats torn apart, symbols etched into the walls. The air reeked of decay and mystery.