This is a mysterious story. The writer of this story is a pilot. One night he was flying his old Dakota aeroplane over France. It was our starry night. He was going to England. he hope to spend his holidays with his family. it was an easy journey and he was in a joyful mode. he looked at his watch it was 13 am in the morning through his wireless, he contacted the Paris control they told him to turn 12 degrees West. he did as he was advised to do he was 150 km from Paris.
Suddenly the writer saw huge black clouds before him. it was not possible to fly up and over the clouds. he had not much fuel with him. so it was not possible to fly around the big mountains of clouds to the right or left. he decided to take the risk and flew his aeroplane straight into the clouds as he entered the clouds everything suddenly went black he found his compass has ceased to work he try to contact the Paris control for direction but he was shocked to find that these radio had also stopped working