MicroHorror

“What the hell is that?” the Boeing 737’s first officer asked, spotting the wall of black storm clouds dead ahead.
 
“Looks like we’re flying into a nasty storm,” the pilot replied. “I wonder why we didn’t catch it on radar.”
 
“I don’t know, but it looks like we can’t avoid it.”
 
The Boeing 737 was cruising at 45,000 feet when the ugly storm cloud seemed to devour it. Sudden turbulence buffeted the plane violently, stalling both the port and starboard engines. The cockpit and cabin, as well as the interior of the plane, turned pitch black as all electrical systems failed.
 
The plane, however, seemed to continue on course in darkened silence without losing altitude. The pilot and co-pilot glanced at each other incredulously before the plane listed right and began what felt like a swirling descent.
 
Passengers screamed hysterically, and a few bent down in their seats with their heads between their legs, assuming the crash position. The flight crew frantically worked the controls, trying to re-ignite the engines and regain control. Suddenly, the plane leveled off, and all was calm again though still completely dark.
 
Then, the screech of crushing metal ripped through the plane as the bulkheads collapsed inward. Passengers heard what sounded like a loud belch, accompanied by a pungent odor that smelled like burning metal. Then, the plane and passengers began to disintegrate as acid ate away at metal and flesh.
 
Outside the plane, a black, gelatinous creature scraped a two-hundred-foot-long tongue across its leathery lips. After picking a slice of sheet metal from between two teeth, the alien creature maneuvered the cloud cover a few thousand feet lower to another flight path. It again opened its huge mouth to await a second course.