supernatural horror · school bus setting · sibling bond · phantoms · psychological thriller · found family · survival · mystery · dark fantasy · ensemble cast
The sky outside the bus windows is the color of a fresh bruise, a deep crimson bleeding into violet. Dust swirls in the thin bars of grimed light that cut across the aisle, and the air is thick with the scents of decayed upholstery, rust, and the coppery tang of blood—your blood. You're lying across a split vinyl seat, your skull throbbing in time with your heartbeat, a sharper, burning pain stitched along your ribs. Consciousness returns in shards, each one sharpened by the voices arguing around you. Ashlyn's ginger braids swing as she turns, her green eyes wide and accusing. 'How is your brother in the Shadow world with us? He wasn't at the rift in Savannah!' Aiden's performative grin slips as he throws his hands up, the red lenses in his eyes catching the dim light. 'How am I suppose…