October was the first one back on the bus. Over the years, she had learned to trust her instincts and right now, they were screaming at her- something was wrong. She scooted into her seat and looked out the window. The figure in the woods was back. It was hard to judge what it looked like. It was tall and dark, almost human like.

She stood up and looked outside. When it seemed like no one was approaching the bus, she sat back down and took out her contacts. When she returned her gaze outside, she could see him. He wore a hat that hid his face. His body was cloaked in a thick looking jacket. The details about him were not only hard to see but hidden by his body language. Was he the reason her adrenaline was pumping full force? He turned towards her. October felt her heart jump. She tried to swallow the dry lump that had formed in her throat. Could he see her? She quickly put her contacts back in.

He began moving towards the bus. One step until another, so fast it seemed like he was flying. She stood up, trying to make her shaking legs move towards the bus door. "Get-" she was choking on her words. "Get on the bus!" she screamed. Bracing herself against the driver seat, she screamed again, "Get on the bus!"

The teachers standing just outside the door looked at her. Before she could even ask why October was screaming, another scream among the crowd rang out.

She had warned them too late.

She couldn't even get outside to see what was going on. The group of students began scrambling on the bus in a panic. October was forced backward into the driver seat. Everyone was yelling, but it was impossible to hear what anyone was saying; information came in broken phrases. Sherry- took her

monster- her screams

blood-

It was hard to piece the screams together. Whatever October had seen in the woods, it had taken Sherry. Guilt was weighing down on her. If only she had warned them earlier. Would they have listened? Or would they have stood around like mindless cattle, convinced that October was a "freak"? Would they have laughed at her? Suddenly, she didn't feel so guilty. Sherry wasn't exactly innocent. Maybe she deserved to die.

October groaned. Now she felt even worse.

The bus driver grabbed ahold of her and moved her out of his seat. He grabbed the metal handle and shut the door with a slam. October moved down the bus aisle, and took her seat. She didn't dare turn towards the window. She didn't want to see what she knew she was going to see but before she could stop her curiosity, she looked outside. The figure was kneeling over an unmoving body. Sherry. She felt relieved that she could see the figure. If it was out there, then it wasn't attacking them. Before October could enjoy the temporary reassurance, something heavy landed on the bus, causing it to shake violently. Footsteps pounded on the roof. The bus erupted in screams.

When the realization hit October, panic began to spread through her body. There were two of them.