Early in the morning at a major airport, passengers lined up to board the plane. Everyone was tired from waking up too early, but still cheerful, patiently waiting for departure.

A small, thin boy around six years old, wearing a blue T-shirt and holding a worn-out teddy bear, quietly followed his mother onto the plane. He said nothing, his big eyes scanning everything around him without a smile.

The mother gently buckled his seatbelt. The boy didn’t react, only gripped the seat tightly. She leaned down and whispered:

— “What’s wrong, sweetie? Are you tired? Try to take a nap.”

The boy shook his head, his voice hoarse:

— “Mom… don’t fly.”

She chuckled softly:

— “What do you mean? The plane’s about to take off. It’ll be quick and safe.”

Tears welled in the boy’s eyes. He began to tremble:

— “Don’t fly… I’m scared… they’re all going to fall…”

The mother froze. Her son had only ever feared thunder. He had never been afraid of flying.

A flight attendant walking past overheard, smiled, and gently patted his head:

— “It’s okay, sweetheart. Planes are very safe.”

But suddenly, the boy screamed, his voice ringing through the cabin:

— “DON’T FLY!!!”

Everyone turned in shock. A man nearby frowned and muttered:

— “Great, crying already this early in the morning.”

The mother, embarrassed, bowed her head and apologized, hugging her son tightly. He continued to shake, his wide eyes fixed on the window. The plane began to taxi toward the runway. The flight attendant made an announcement, asking passengers to turn off devices and fasten seatbelts.

The boy began to sob, his voice trembling:

— “Mom… tell them not to fly… they’re going to crash… I saw them falling… blood… there was so much blood, Mommy…”

The mother’s heart went cold. She could feel her son’s hand trembling, his body sweating despite the cool air-conditioning. Without thinking, she pressed the call button for the flight attendant, her voice shaking:

— “I… I’m sorry, but… is there any way to stop the flight? My son… he’s…”

The flight attendant looked confused but tried to calm her:

— “Don’t worry, ma’am. He’s just afraid of heights.”

But the boy screamed again, this time his voice slicing through the air like a blade:

— “STOP!!! THEY’RE ALL GOING TO DIE! DON’T FLY!!!”

The captain was notified in the cockpit. He stayed silent for a few seconds, then made an announcement:

— “Due to technical and safety concerns, this flight will temporarily delay takeoff for further inspection. We ask for your understanding.”

Whispers rippled through the cabin. The aircraft slowly turned back toward the gate. The boy stopped crying, burying his face in his mother’s chest, his body going limp. The mother trembled, tears streaming down her face.

Ten minutes later, a ground engineer boarded the plane for inspection. Moments later, he ran down from the cockpit, pale as a sheet. He whispered something to the captain, who then stepped out and addressed the passengers, voice unsteady:

— “Ladies and gentlemen… we’ve discovered a serious issue with the landing gear. If we had taken off, the plane might not have been able to land safely… Thankfully, we stopped in time.”

Cries broke out across the cabin. A young flight attendant covered her face, tears falling. The mother clutched her son tightly, trembling with fear and gratitude. She whispered into his ear:

— “How did you know? Why did you say that?”

The boy slowly opened his eyes, looking at her with exhaustion. His voice barely a breath:

— “I saw… a black figure… really black… pulling the plane down… I was scared they were going to take everyone… I was so scared, Mommy…”

Then he closed his eyes again and drifted into sleep, his breathing soft. The mother held him close, tears falling onto his soft hair.

That day, more than a hundred people made it home safely—to dinners, to offices, to video calls with loved ones. No one knew how the boy sensed it. They only knew that if the flight hadn’t been stopped, they might never have had another chance to breathe, to live, or to embrace the people they loved most.

From that day on, the mother never boarded another flight. Every time she heard a plane soaring overhead, she remembered her son’s eyes, his voice whispering:

— “Mommy… I just didn’t want them to fall… it hurts so much…”