(27)-The Caller And The 80s Bus.

Kyle rushed inside the bus station, closing the door with the window behind him, where he stopped in his tracks and looked around at the scenery. There were only nine people sitting in the place-sitting in their seats, with their luggage by them, and there was a window ticket-booth that had a ticket-lady standing inside it. All the rest people were outside, boarding the bus to who knew where. The inside of the place was nothing like the train station back home. Then again, that was a train station and this was a bus station.

#BUZZING# Came the sound of Kyle's cellphone, snapping him out of his thoights.

He reached into his right pants-pocket, got out his phone and answered it. He expected it to be his mother or Charlotte, so he hadn't bothered to look at the number on-screen. "Hello, Mom? Charlie?"

"So...you made it out of Kansas." Said a deep distorted male voice that sounded like Jigsaw from the 'SAW' movies, immediately making Kyle shudder and recoil slightly.

"...Who...who is this?" Kyle asked, his voice that of wearness and caution.

"Name's not important. Think of me as...your therapist. You're the troubled patient...and i...am your shrink." The mysterious caller retorted. "Go ahead and buy a ticket to board that bus outside. Ditch this city...and head for the next destination. Oh, and...thanks for the analysis back at the truck-stop." The caller said before abruptly ending the call.

Kyle then looked around, snapping his head everywhere frantically. How did this person know where he was? How did they get his cell-number? And they were the one who put that out of order sign up in the bathroom stall, as well as that analysis cup on top of the toilet's tank. Were they also the mysterious person that came into the bathroom? His hands trembled as he looked all over the place for anyone who had their cell-phone out. But no one did. He couldn't see anything or anyone that was mysterious or suspicious.

He stood frozen in his spot, lingering as if afraid to continue.

Only he wasn't exactly afraid.

Very cautious, yes.

But...he had always like risks. Danger.

Part of his ghoulish mindset, really.

From the age of 5, he had loved danger. Thrill. Doing dares, dangerous stunts on skateboards. Leaping down steps, jumping over couches. He had broken a few bones over the years with it and it was something his mother always scolded him for. And probably a large part of her hesitance of letting him go on this journey in the first place.

He wondered if this caller was a stalker...a psycho...or a serial killer...or all three.

He had read many horror books and seen many movies just like this situation. People stalked on road trips and journeys by psychopaths.

Was this that same circumstance? Being stalked by some lunatic leaving him cryptic phone calls.

If so, he was in serious trouble.

Kyle then turned back to the door, looking out it's window at the bus and the people that were boarding it. It was a white 'DATTCO' 80s bus. He had no clue where it was going, but he was about to find out.

Wasting no more time, Kyle stuffed his phone back in his right pants-pocket, got his wallet out of his left back pants-pocket and rushed over to the ticket-booth the ticket-lady stood in. "Excuse me."

"Yes?" The ticket-lady said.

"Where is that 80s bus outside going?" Kyle asked.

"Utah, why?" The ticket-lady said.

Kyle got some money out of his wallet. "I'd like to buy a ticket to board it. Is that still doable?"

"I think that can still be arranged. After all, the bus is still here at the moment." The ticket-lady said.

"Thanks." Kyle said.

"Certainly." The ticket-lady said before reaching under the inside of the booth and getting a red ticket. "Here you go." She said as she handed Kyle the ticket through the opening.

"Thanks again." Kyle said before paying the lady, followed by turning and rushing back to the door, stuffing his wallet back into his back left pants-pocket as he did, then he opened the door and exited the building-closing the door afterwards, he ran off the porch, down it's steps and ran up to the bus behind the last four passengers that were boarding the bus. Once they got on, Kyle boarded the vehicle, handed the male black driver his ticket and made his way down the aisle, followed by finding two empty seats on the right, pitting his backpack and duffle-bag in the first seat before sitting down in the one next beside it, followed by looking out the window-in deep thought about the strange caller. "This is gonna be the coolest journey ever." Said Kyle, smirking to himself.

The best road trips and journeys to Kyle were the scary ones.

His mother would certainly not enjoy how enthused he was over this.

But what was the point of life without a little danger and excitement?

The sound of the doors closing with a hiss was heard, followed by the bus driving off with a hiss.

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