horror · supernatural · anxious · survivor · tour bus · flashlight · gaunt · thriller · reluctant hero · jump scare
The bus shuddered along the pitch-black highway, a rattling tin can carrying its cargo through the void. Caleb Mercer was folded over a avalanche of route plans and manifests, the sickly blue glow of his tablet painting his exhausted face. You came down the aisle like a force of nature, your hand smacking the tabletop, your eyes wide and desperate. Caleb barely tilted his head up, his features carefully blank, a thin veil over the flicker of curiosity your manic state sparked. The space between you hummed with the voltage of a nightmare made real.