Apparently reports are flooding out that something “unnatural” was on board and now a recording has been found of a last radio transmission from the co pilot saying goodnight and then there is some eerie laughing and sinister shouting.

Sounds like a horror movie or something srs I’m getting creeped out man flying that high who knows what’s up there joining passengers up there for some supernatural doings

wat

Awesome links OP.

reports are "flooding out" but you can't be bothered to post a link

sounds legit *******

got the chills even reading the op srs

link to sinister laugh or you throwing claims without evidence like bigger hotter faster sexier matt haters

https://www.dailystar.co.uk/news/wor...gan-harvesting

Wat

lol same here. Wtf

What’s worse is that they sent messages using morse code

Was something on that plane with them? Something evil? Morse code was last used in WW2. Its an absolute last resort form of comms.

Is anyone from that flight alive? Someone FOR SURE knows what happened because those black boxes are recorded via cloud stream yet the media won’t tell us this. Apparently we have to physically find the black box. Yes sure

Worst thread ever.

Before it hit the news here in 2014 I dreamed I was on a plane, except it wasn't a normal dream, it was incredibly real. I could hear people praying, some where crying quietly, this hushed sense of panic and quiet terror filled the plane. The engines where screaming like they do when the plane is taxiing on the runway. I looked out the windows and saw we were flying low over water, as I turned my head back I caught a glimpse of something out the window some distance off, I cant say for certain but I believe it was land, I didn't focus on it, all I was focused on was that this was quite likely my last few moments alive. I am Christian, and began to pray, which was difficult because all I could hear was a voice over the intercom praying to Allah. The plane came in as though to land and I woke suddenly the moment the plane hit the ocean belly first.

Watching the news I recognized one of the passengers. I didn't know him personally, I had only met him once but it was such an intense meeting, I would never forget him. No idea why I experienced that, but it was so real I don't believe a day has gone by the last 4 years that I haven't thought of MH370.

It was interesting watching the news the following days as they confirmed the engines would have been struggling flying at low altitude to avoid the radar, that the pilot was Muslim, and that they believed the plane landed in the ocean. I have been waiting years for them to find that black box to confirm what was broadcast over the intercom, if it landed close to land.

Maybe just a coincidence.

Never neg but made an exception for you. Next time post more info


Let this neg sink in *******

And then you woke up

Its on undercover websites and some choice twitter accounts its the rage right now and people linking to public forums are being tracked so haven’t provided the links but search for yourself

Damn dude I heard that audio too, was crazy when Chestbrah started going "fuuuuuarrrkkk" and then Supaturk and Babo started muzzing, so eerie.

Maybe the sinister laughter was from the pilot having a mental breakdown mid-air, srs.

This is the dumbest chit I’ve ever read

strong join date

it was aliens

This Guy is stoned as fuk

Spoiler alert: Russia shot it down and everyone covered up for them

oh whoops I shouldnt have said that

Saw some sh*t about organ harvesting when googling but nothing about that nonsense in the OP

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What in the ****....

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Strong username to join date to post ratio content OP.

lack of oxygen = dudes getting high

2001 join date and the ****** still dont know how to post something to back his claim up

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I need a couple of links to validate this position.

You have 5 minutes.

It’s been two weeks since this whole thing started.

It all started with a tanker accident. It was all over the news. Everyone thought it was just another oil spill. There were plenty of volunteers – plenty of people wanting to help the poor, defenseless animals. Plenty of victims.

Within hours of the tanker accident, it started happening. The animals had gone crazy; they were scratching and biting the clean-up volunteers. They said that it was an adverse effect to whatever was in that tanker.

Rescue workers were still trying to get the crew out of the ship. They could hear screaming inside. There were screams to open the doors, but that’s when it all went to hell – as soon as they cut the door out.

There were six minutes of broadcast before it went silent – six minutes of screaming and agony. The ship crew attacked the rescue workers like rabid baboons. They were breaking bones and tearing flesh. The people on the shore weren’t fairing any better. Those that had been attacked by animals were attacking everyone else. It was worse than any war zone report; it was sheer brutality, and yet the broadcast still went on for six minutes. There was six minutes, and then blank faces. Nobody could explain what was happening. They tried to continue with the regular news, the economy, the weather, and a cute human interest story, but they couldn’t make us unsee what we saw.

I tried to continue with my regular existence, but every time I switched on the news or walked by a news stand, it was there: this big mystery. They had some explanations: it was an infection, or maybe brain parasites, but it didn’t matter. It wasn’t the infection we were afraid of, it was them.

Four days after the initial report, a state of emergency was raised… And yet, we’ve all seen this before. It’s in every zombie movie, ever. People didn’t know who to trust. People were stockpiling food and weapons. Some tried to flee, but it seems every zombie movie was right. They didn’t make it. Three days later, they arrived in my town.

I expected moans, shuffling corpses, and dismemberment, but that’s where the movies lied. They ran through the streets, screaming. I remember running to my front door as fast as I could, locking, barricading, and doing anything to make sure it would stay shut, and then I headed for the window. I was on the second story and I could see the carnage. They were unstoppable. They were aware.

A group of them made their way through a building across the street. They jumped straight through plate glass windows. Even the shards slicing through them made no difference; they just kept coming. My barricade wasn’t going to hold. I rushed around my flat, grabbing supplies and jamming them into the most secure room of the flat. I went back for one last look across the street, and I wish I hadn’t. In a second story window, my face met one of theirs. They knew where I was. I quickly dashed into the room and locked the door.

I don’t have any kind of panic room or a secure basement, so the safest place I could think of was my bathroom. There were no windows, and only one door; it had a lock. I had filled my sink and bathtub full of water so I could stay for a while. I sat there in the dark room with the distant screams in my ears.

I began to feel like I may have overreacted; it had been two hours with no sign of them. It actually got quieter and I thought they had moved on. Maybe I could leave the room and get to the kitchen. I could grab some more food to wait it out. A crash came from the front door. There was the sound of someone running full force into the door and knocking down the barrier behind it. There were a couple more crashes before I knew they were inside. There were rapid footsteps moving around the flat, a couple of screams and then a bang on the wall beside me. My eyes were open to their widest, even in the pitch black darkness of the room. There was another bang, and then another. They knew I was there and they knew I was scared.

This was the zombie nightmare I had been expecting from the start. I had nowhere to run. There was only so much time before they would break in. I sat with my back to the door, hoping my extra weight would make it harder for them to get in. Then it got worse.

“Why don’t you open the door?”

There was a voice on the opposite side of the door. There were no screams or moans, just a quiet, whispery voice. And then more of them.

“We’ve come for you.”

“You’ll be happier if you open the door.”

“It’s not so bad…”

The whispery voices became a cacophony of noise trying to persuade me, to break me, to fool me. I had heard that the moaning of zombies would drive people insane but this was worse – a siren call. I sat in the darkness and hoped and prayed that they’d get bored, but they don’t get bored and they don’t leave. I managed to use the mirror to peek under the door, only to be greeted by horrible unblinking eyes, blood smeared faces, screams, and more horrible whispers. That was two days ago.

I don’t know what to do anymore… Maybe it won’t be so bad..