The Silent Bus Every morning, Ethan waited alone at the end of Willow Street for the school bus. The mornings were always cold, wrapped in pale fog that drifted over the empty road. Usually, the bus arrived at exactly 7:15 AM with its familiar squeaking brakes and cheerful flashing lights. But this morning felt wrong. […]
The sound of footsteps on fallen leaves filled the entire park. Crunch… crunch… crunch… A shadow had swallowed everything. There was nothing left but sound. It was as if the world itself was vanishing… slipping into the jaws of darkness. From the dusty breath of the night’s monster,a faint light flickered. Crunch… crunch… crunch… After
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