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My sister had always believed in psychic readings, but I never took them seriously. So when she begged for one last session before our Thailand trip, I humored her. Then she laid out the cards… and froze. “Cancel the flight,” she whispered, trembling. I laughed at first. But the way she stared at the last card—and the exact words she said next—made my stomach drop. And hours later, I realized she had seen something terrifying.
My sister had always believed in psychic readings, but I never took them seriously. So when she begged for one last session before our Thailand trip, I humored her. Then she laid out the cards… and froze. “Cancel the flight,” she whispered, trembling. I laughed at first. But the way she stared at the last card—and the exact words she said next—made my stomach drop. And hours later, I realized she had seen something terrifying.
Part 1 The Last Reading Before Thailand My name is Megan Carter, and the strangest night of my life started just hours before my flight to Bangkok, Thailand. My younger sister Ashley Carter and I had spent months planning the trip. It was supposed to be a celebration—my promotion at work and Ashley finishing graduate school. Our apartment in Austin, Texas looked like a disaster zone that evening, suitcases open across the living room floor, clothes scattered everywhere, travel guides and passports sitting on the coffee table. We were laughing and arguing over which shoes to bring when Ashley suddenly stopped packing and pulled a small black velvet pouch from her backpack. I groaned immediately. Ashley had been obsessed with tarot cards since college. “Don’t tell me you’re doing that again,” I said, dropping a stack of shirts into my suitcase. She smiled. “One last reading before we leave.” I rolled my eyes. “Ashley, our flight leaves in three hours.” She ignored me completely, sitting cross-legged on the floor and pulling out a deck of worn tarot cards. A small glass crystal ball followed, which she placed dramatically in the center of the coffee table. “Just humor me,” she said. I sighed but sat down across from her anyway. The apartment lights were low, and the only real illumination came from a warm lamp beside the couch. Ashley shuffled the cards slowly, unusually focused. Normally she joked during readings, but tonight she was silent. She dealt the first card onto the table. Then the second. Then the third. I leaned back, watching with mild amusement. “Let me guess,” I said. “Adventure, new opportunities, mysterious strangers.” Ashley didn’t smile. She placed another card down. Then another. Her movements slowed with each one. I noticed her hands beginning to shake slightly. “Okay, that’s enough suspense,” I said. “What’s the cosmic message?” She didn’t respond. Instead she turned over the final card. The moment she saw it, the color drained completely from her face. “Ashley?” I asked. She stared at the spread like it had personally offended her. “That’s not possible,” she whispered. I laughed nervously. “What isn’t?” She slowly looked up at me, eyes wide. Her voice dropped to a trembling whisper. “You can’t get on that plane.”
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Part 2 The Prediction I Tried to Ignore I stared at her for a moment before laughing. “You’re kidding, right?” I said. Ashley wasn’t joking. She kept staring at the cards with the same horrified expression. “Megan, I’m serious,” she said quietly. I leaned forward to look at the spread myself. I didn’t understand tarot symbolism, but the images were unsettling: a collapsing tower struck by lightning, a skeletal rider on horseback, dark storm clouds over crashing waves. “Okay, dramatic imagery,” I said. “But that doesn’t mean anything.” Ashley shook her head slowly. “It means catastrophe,” she whispered. I leaned back, trying to keep the mood light. “Or it means tarot cards are designed to look creepy.” She grabbed my wrist suddenly, her fingers tight. “Listen to me,” she said urgently. “I’ve done readings for years. I’ve never seen a spread like this.” I raised an eyebrow. “You said that last Halloween too.” Ashley ignored the joke. “This combination means sudden disaster during travel,” she said. “Violent interruption. Something going terribly wrong.” My patience was starting to wear thin. “We’re flying on a commercial airline, not riding a rocket into space,” I said. But she stood up suddenly and began pacing the apartment. Her voice was shaking now. “Cancel the ticket.” I stared at her. “Ashley—” “Cancel it!” she insisted. “Just take the next flight tomorrow.” I crossed my arms. “We’ve already checked in online.” She turned toward me slowly. “Megan,” she said quietly, “if you get on that plane… something bad happens.” I felt a small chill run down my spine despite myself. “You’re scaring yourself,” I said. She walked back to the table and pointed at the final card again. “The Tower,” she whispered. “That card means sudden destruction.” I forced a laugh. “Maybe the tower is the airport coffee prices.” Ashley didn’t laugh. Instead she looked straight into my eyes and said something that made the room go silent. “I think that flight is going to crash.”
Part 3 The Moment I Remembered Her Words For several seconds neither of us spoke. The words hung in the air like something heavy. Finally I shook my head and zipped my suitcase closed. “We’re not canceling a trip because of tarot cards,” I said firmly. Ashley didn’t argue again. She just quietly packed the cards back into the velvet pouch. The tension stayed with us the entire drive to Austin-Bergstrom International Airport. Normally we would have been excited, talking nonstop about beaches and street food in Thailand. Instead Ashley stared silently out the car window while I tried to convince myself her prediction didn’t bother me. When we arrived at the terminal, the first thing I noticed was the crowd gathered near the departure boards. Something about the atmosphere felt tense. “Probably delays,” I muttered. Ashley looked up at the screen. Our flight number—Pacific Air 318—flashed in yellow letters. DELAYED. “See?” I said. “Nothing dramatic.” We checked in and walked toward the gate anyway. Passengers were gathered in clusters, whispering nervously. A few airline employees were speaking urgently with each other behind the counter. About fifteen minutes later, a voice came over the loudspeaker. “Attention passengers for Flight 318 to Bangkok,” the announcement said. “Please remain near the gate for an important update.” Ashley slowly turned toward me. I tried to ignore the uneasy feeling building in my chest. Five minutes later another announcement followed. This time the voice sounded tense. “Flight 318 has been canceled due to a critical safety inspection issue discovered during maintenance.” A murmur spread through the waiting passengers. I frowned. “That happens sometimes,” I said. But then a man standing nearby spoke after checking his phone. “They just reported the problem,” he said quietly. “The landing gear was severely damaged. The plane wasn’t safe to fly.” My stomach tightened. Ashley didn’t say anything. She simply looked at me with the same pale expression she’d had earlier that night. And suddenly I remembered exactly what she had whispered over those tarot cards. You can’t get on that plane.
