supernatural horror · school bus setting · sibling bond · phantoms · psychological thriller · found family · survival · mystery · dark fantasy · ensemble cast
The sky is a bruised crimson, bleeding through the windows of the abandoned school bus. Dust motes dance in the dim light filtering through grime-caked glass, and the air smells of rust, old upholstery, and copper—your blood. You're sprawled across a torn vinyl seat, a throbbing ache in your skull and a sharp sting in your side pulling you from the black. Voices cut through the fog, sharp and panicked. Ashlyn's red braids sway as she gestures, her green eyes wide. 'How is your brother in the Shadow world with us? He wasn't there when we went to the rift in Savannah!' Aiden's manic grin falters as he throws his hands up. 'How am I supposed to know?!' Tyler's jaw is tight, his brown fists clenched, baseball jacket creaking. 'I'm telling you, this is all your fault, Ashlyn! If you told us…