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We were hours away from boarding our flight to Thailand when my sister insisted on one last “ridiculous tarot reading.” I laughed as she laid the cards down—until her face turned completely pale. She grabbed my wrist and whispered, “You can’t get on that plane.” I rolled my eyes… until she flipped the final card and said something that made the room go silent: “You won’t come back.”
We were hours away from boarding our flight to Thailand when my sister insisted on one last “ridiculous tarot reading.” I laughed as she laid the cards down—until her face turned completely pale. She grabbed my wrist and whispered, “You can’t get on that plane.” I rolled my eyes… until she flipped the final card and said something that made the room go silent: “You won’t come back.”
Part 1 The Reading Before the Flight My name is Lauren Mitchell, and the night my sister terrified me with a tarot card reading happened just hours before we were supposed to board a flight to Bangkok, Thailand. My older sister Jessica Mitchell had always been fascinated with tarot cards, astrology, crystals—anything remotely mystical. I, on the other hand, had never believed in any of it. To me it was just harmless entertainment. We were sitting in my small apartment in San Diego, surrounded by open suitcases and scattered travel items. Our passports were sitting on the coffee table next to a printed copy of our boarding passes. After months of planning, we were finally taking the trip we had talked about for years. The excitement in the room was obvious. Music played softly in the background while we packed clothes and joked about what we would do when we arrived. Jessica suddenly held up a small velvet pouch and smiled mischievously. “Before we leave,” she said, “one last reading.” I rolled my eyes immediately. “Seriously?” I laughed. “We leave for the airport in three hours.” But she was already pulling out her tarot deck and placing the cards on the table beside a small crystal ball she always carried with her. “Come on,” she insisted. “Just for fun.” I sighed and sat down across from her. The apartment lights were dim, and the small table lamp cast long shadows across the room. Jessica shuffled the cards slowly, focusing with unusual seriousness. I watched her with amusement. “You realize none of this actually means anything, right?” I teased. She didn’t respond. Instead she laid the first card on the table. Then another. And another. At first nothing seemed unusual. But as she placed the fourth card down, something changed in her expression. The smile disappeared from her face. “What?” I asked. She didn’t answer. Instead she placed one more card on the table with trembling fingers. I leaned forward slightly. “Jess, you’re being dramatic again.” She looked up at me slowly. Her face had gone completely pale. Her voice dropped to a whisper. “You can’t get on that plane.”
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Part 2 The Warning I Didn’t Believe I stared at her for a second before bursting into laughter. “Okay, that’s a new one,” I said. Jessica didn’t laugh with me. She kept staring down at the cards like she had just seen something horrifying. “Lauren,” she said quietly, “I’m serious.” I leaned forward and looked at the layout on the table. I didn’t understand tarot symbolism, but even I could tell something about the arrangement bothered her. One card showed a tower struck by lightning. Another showed skeleton figures rising from the ground. “So what?” I said casually. “You’re telling me a deck of cards says I shouldn’t travel?” Jessica shook her head slowly. “Not travel,” she corrected. “That flight.” My amusement began to fade slightly. “What do you mean?” She pointed at one of the cards. “The Tower,” she whispered. Then she pointed to another. “And Death.” I crossed my arms. “That’s not exactly comforting.” Jessica swallowed hard. “This spread is about sudden catastrophe,” she said. “Violent interruption. Disaster during travel.” I sighed and leaned back in my chair. “Jess, we’re flying on a commercial airline, not climbing Everest.” But she grabbed my wrist suddenly. The seriousness in her eyes made me pause. “Cancel the ticket,” she said urgently. I pulled my hand away. “You’re overreacting.” Jessica stood up abruptly and began pacing the room. “Lauren, I’ve done hundreds of readings. I’ve never seen a spread this bad.” I looked at the clock on the wall. Two hours and forty minutes until we needed to leave for the airport. “We’re not canceling a trip because of tarot cards,” I said firmly. Jessica stopped pacing. Her voice dropped into a tone I had never heard from her before. “If you get on that plane,” she said quietly, “something terrible is going to happen.” I stared at her. “You don’t actually believe that.” She looked back at the table where the cards lay in eerie silence. Then she whispered the sentence that made my stomach tighten. “I think you’re supposed to die.”
Part 3 The Moment Everything Changed For several seconds I didn’t know what to say. The word die hung in the air between us like something heavy and impossible to ignore. Finally I forced out a nervous laugh. “You’ve officially lost it,” I said. Jessica didn’t respond. Instead she slowly gathered the cards together and placed them back in the velvet pouch. The silence that followed felt uncomfortable. I tried to shake off the strange tension. “Look,” I said, grabbing a shirt and tossing it into my suitcase. “We’ve been planning this trip for six months.” Jessica sat down on the couch, still pale. “I know,” she said softly. “But something about that reading was wrong.” I zipped my suitcase closed and checked my phone for the time. Two hours until boarding. “We’re leaving in an hour,” I said. Jessica didn’t argue again. She simply watched me quietly while I finished packing. Eventually we grabbed our bags and headed out to the car. The drive to San Diego International Airport was strangely quiet. Usually we would have been talking nonstop about our trip. Instead Jessica stared out the window the entire time. When we reached the terminal, I noticed something unusual immediately. The departure board above the check-in counters showed a long list of delayed flights. “Weird,” I muttered. Jessica glanced up at the screen. Our flight number—Pacific Sky Airlines 274—flashed in bright yellow letters. DELAYED. I shrugged. “Probably weather.” We waited near the gate while airport staff moved quickly around the terminal. About twenty minutes later an announcement came over the loudspeaker. “Attention passengers for Flight 274 to Bangkok,” the voice said. “Due to an unexpected mechanical issue, the aircraft has been temporarily grounded for inspection.” Jessica slowly turned toward me. Her face was still pale. “Lauren,” she whispered. I forced a smile. “Relax,” I said. “Mechanical issues happen all the time.” But an hour later another announcement came. This time the voice sounded tense. “Flight 274 has been officially canceled due to severe structural damage discovered during inspection.” A murmur spread through the waiting passengers. I felt my stomach twist slightly. Jessica stared at me in silence. I swallowed hard. “What kind of damage?” I asked aloud. A man near the desk answered quietly after speaking with an airline employee. “Apparently something cracked in the wing during maintenance,” he said. “They said it could have failed mid-flight.” I looked slowly toward my sister. She wasn’t smiling. She wasn’t celebrating. She was simply staring at me with wide eyes. And in that moment I remembered the exact words she had whispered earlier that night. You can’t get on that plane.
