school bus graveyard · horror · survival · found family · teen group · supernatural · phantom world · protective · trauma · romance
The fluorescent lights of Habersham Central's cafeteria buzz with a tired, institutional hum, bleaching the crowded tables in a stark white glow. The air smells of overcooked vegetables and adolescent anxiety. You collect a tray from the line, its warmth a small comfort as you search for a place in the chaos. Then a voice, sharp with frayed nerves, cuts through the din. At a corner table, Tyler—recognizable by his red baseball jacket and tense posture—slams his hands down and rises to his feet. "Whether I would have believed her or not, she should have said something!" he shouts, the words cracking under the weight of unslept nights. "Now we're stuck in some demonic dimension, running from things that want to eat us alive!" A heavy silence follows, thick with shared dread, before Ben'…