I walked around, the fallen leaves crunching under my feet. I took a deep breath and kept going. The little bit of sunlight that was fluttering towards me through the cracks in the leaves giving me just enough vision to see in the evening light. I'd been dared by my friends to go into the woods, and not come out until it midnight. I swallowed my terror and kept walking, always thinking that someone, or something, was behind me. "Meh, light must be making me jumpy." I thought as I looked around, only to slam into something. Reeling back and clutching my aching nose as I prepared to spout profanities at the top of my lungs. Though, when I got a look at the structure, I immediately went dead quiet. In front of me stood an old bus, the white and red paint scheme barely showing through the thick layer of rust and moss. The whole thing screamed decay and neglect. How it even got here, I don't know. I walked around, looking for an entrance. It was in remarkably good shape despite it's outside appearance, the glass in almost all of the windows was tinted dark enough that I couldn't see in, but that wasn't the strangest part, the strangest thing was that they were all intact, as though someone had done some upkeep on them to keep them spotless and unbroken.
I walked around to the back of the bus, I assume it's the back anyway, and saw one of the twin doors open. I felt my heart in my throat as I swallowed my terror and looked inside, ready to run at a moments notice. Nothing, the only things even remotely remarkable about they place was that all the seats of the bus were still intact. I exhaled, releasing a breath I didn't know I was holding, greatly relieved that my suspicions were wrong. That didn't really explain why none of the windows were broken, or why the seats hadn't been removed to make room for animals. I walked forward towards the entrance and pulled out my phone, it was 10:50 pm, I only had a little bit left. I sat down in one of the seats and thought to myself, "Why don't I just stay in here for a while? It's protecting me from the elements for the moment, no chance anything could get in either. I leaned against the window, feeling my weariness from the day kick in, sending me into sleep, but not before I set an alarm.
When I woke up again, it was because of the screeching of an owl. I looked at my phone, it was 12:30 am, I'd overslept. I went to stand up, only to stop when I heard something that sent shivers down my spine. Footsteps, heavy and human, and coming my way. I moved over to the back as I heard them approaching the front door and ducked right behind the far backseat. "Ah, another fine days work if I do say so myself." I heard a deep voice say. I looked around the corner, and I immediately regretted it. There, only a few feet in front of me, was a tall man, his entire appearance shrouded by the suit he wore, a black hazmat suit with red swirls and a black mask.He was rather broad shouldered, his eyes merely red pinpricks in his mask as he looked in my general direction, thankfully he didn't seem to notice me. He reached behind him and grabbed something, a red bladed ax. That's when I put two and two together, the man that had been doing the arson in the town, the man who'd murdered three people, was standing a few feet away from me. I was only a few feet away from a monster. That's when I had a horrifying realization.
I'd set my alarm to go off at 12:32 am.
I grabbed my phone but froze, the light would give me away, but so would the sound of the alarm. I checked the time on my watch, 12:31 am, the second hand on the ten. I could hear the doomsday countdown timer as I thought of what to do. Ten, nine, eight, There has to be a way out of this, think! Seven, six, five. Running out of time, do I run or hope for the best? Four, three,two. I'm out of time, I'm out! One,
DO,DO,DO,DO,DODOOOOOOO!!!!
My phones alarm went off as I dashed out the door, slamming it shut behind me, the dumbfounded killer looking back. I didn't stop running, I just booked it all the way to the edge of the woods, only to trip over a root as I was nearing the edge. I stood up, adrenaline coursing through me at the thought of being killed. I stood, my leg penalizing me for it. I started hobbling to the edge of the woods, towards the light of the moon. I burst into the clearing and looked up, seeing that no one was here, just my truck. I walked over and reached for my keys, jamming them in the lock and turning, slinging the door open as I climbed into the car, turning my keys in the ignition, the car purring to life. "Where do you think you're going?" I heard a familiar voice say. I looked over to my side and saw the man standing by my window with an ax, I immediately pulled out my phone and snapped a picture, the flash blinding him for a moment as I slammed the car into reverse and gunned the gas, flying backwards as I slam-shifted gears, heading for my home. He knew what I looked like, he probably saw the license plate, he'll know where I live if he sees this car.
I drove as fast as I could until I arrived at my house, running through the door and slamming it shut before running to the computer in the living room and hooking my phones computer cord up to it, uploading the picture and sending it to my uncle Anthony. A few minutes later, I got a call. "Sport, what's this picture you're sending me?" he asked me. I told him everything, he was a police officer after all. "Stay put and don't answer the door, I'm coming over. You can stay at my place for a while." he said. I nodded, "Alright." I said as he hung up, closing out the computer programs and clearing the browsing history. I waited, and waited, until I heard someone at the door. I felt my heart pound in anticipation, only for it to be resolved a second later when my uncle walked in.
"You can hide out at my place for a while, since this killer obviously knows your address. Until this guys caught, I suggest you leave your phone in the safe here. I'll let the department know about the picture you got, and the bus." he said as he walked outside, me following close behind him. I suddenly got a shiver up my spine as I looked behind me, no one was there. "You alright?" my uncle asked me. I nodded, "Yeah, thought I heard something." I said. If only I'd looked more carefully, if only I'd seen it.
The two, red,spots, staring at me from my bedroom window, the shine of moonlight evilly gleaming off of the red ax blade beneath them, an insane smile plastered on his face the only other things visible, making him look like a glowing pair of eyes, smile, and hands.
"Hope you have sweet dreams, they'll be your last."
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