When she woke up, there were 17 voicemails from a stranger. Hailey couldn’t quite put her finger on the voice, but the deep, hollow seductiveness coming from the other end of those messages sounded oddly familiar to her.  

Hailey Warren was a 24-year-old flight attendant who had just come home from a round trip to Zimbabwe. She was exhausted after the many passengers complaining because of the delay, and she was seriously jet-lagged. Her soft, auburn hair was usually kept in a sleek, professional up-do; however, it was disheveled and unruly today. Hailey’s bright yellow uniform was covered in juice, coffee, and mud.  


All she wanted to do was relax.  


The strange calls kept her from that nice, warm shower she so desperately was yearning for. Instead, she was frozen in a state of fear from what she heard on the other end of her phone.  

The lights went out. Hailey gasped. What in the world is going on? She thought to herself as she slowly put down the phone and picked up her pepper spray. Hailey quietly inched her way around her small, one bedroom apartment in the dark, her only light source being the full moon.  

She walked to her front door; locked. Good.  

After what seemed like hours, the lights finally flickered back on. Nothing happened. All was normal-all except those bizarre 17 messages.  

 

One Week Later 

  

Another flight for Hailey. It was a Wednesday overnight flight to Paris, France. She was dressed in her bright yellow uniform, her auburn hair slicked back into a beautiful bun style, and her make-up was on point. All was good in Hailey’s mind – no weird calls, no missed calls, no stalkers, no nothing. She breathed a deep sigh of relief and looked at her paperwork as she wheeled her hard, cream coloured luggage behind her. Flight 395. 


This is Hailey’s 8th trip to Paris, and it is one of her favourite cities. The beauty from the Eiffel Tower, the lapping of the waves from the Seine River, and the lights that make the city sparkle after the sun goes down.  

The flight was packed as she watched businessmen, families, couples on their honeymoon, and tourists fill their seats. It was an easy loading of passengers this time around. No one asked to switch seats, no one argued with her or any of her colleagues. This is going to be a smooth flight. She thought to herself as the loading door closed and locked.  


After takeoff and the usual safety speech, she went around asking passengers if they needed anything. A drink here, a snack there – nothing too complicated. Easy and quick.  


“Hello sir, can I get you anything?” Hailey asked the passenger in Aisle 4, seat 2.  

“No thank you.” The man was a young gentleman, seemed to be around the same age as Hailey. He was clean cut and well groomed. His brunette hair was slicked over with gel and parted at the left side. He was wearing a black business suit, complete with a tie.  

Hailey nodded and continued to walk ahead. After a couple of steps, she froze in her tracks. That voice. She had heard it a hundred times, on repeat. It was a voice that had haunted her day and night. Hailey knew that voice and it was one she knew all too well.  

Hailey whipped around to speak to him, but he was gone. He must have hid in the washroom when he realized I knew it was him. She ran to the washrooms, but he wasn’t in either one.  


There she was, trapped 35,000 feet in the air with the man who left those terrifying 17 messages on her machine. She had nowhere to run. All she could do was speak to the pilot. Hailey ran to the pilot and told him about what had happened last week and informed him that the man in question was on the plane. The pilot instantly understood and started calling ports to make an emergency landing.  


Hailey was directed to stay hidden and safe in the overnight quarters for the flight attendants and pilots. She quickly locked herself behind the door and waited patiently for the plane to reach the safety of the ground.  

“Passengers, this is your Pilot speaking. We will be making an emergency landing at the next available airport.” The Pilot turned on the seatbelt light, indicating that they will be landing within the next little bit.

  

Hailey was relieved. She could feel the plane descending, and she looked out the window to see the ground getting closer. Hailey buckled in, still hidden away from the stranger, and felt the familiar turbulence that comes with every gentle landing.  

Once the plane stopped completely, and she could hear that everyone was off the plane, she came out of hiding and saw the Pilot talking with the local police. They were nodding in understanding. Hailey walked up to them, and they escorted her to their nearest police car so they could take her to safety. She got into the back of the car and sighed. 

 

“It has been a long night.” Hailey said softly to the policeman driving the car.  

“For all of us.” Hailey screamed. The driver was the same man who left her 17 traumatizing messages.  

“Who are you? What do you want” Hailey begged, trying to get out of the car. The doors were locked. The man didn’t answer. He looked in the rearview mirror and smiled.  

He drove off with her struggling and trying to get the attention of the other police officers and the Pilot, but to no avail.  

She was trapped, with her stranger, and the haunting voice, heading to an unknown location with no known way to escape.  


Is she scared? Yes 


Is she prepared? Yes 


Will she ever find out what his true intentions are? We will have to wait to see what the future holds for Hailey Warren; the 24-year-old flight attendant who was stalked by a stranger on Flight 395.