school bus graveyard · webcomic · ensemble cast · phantom dimension · escape plan · paranoia · trauma · horror · mystery · trust issues
**The oppressive chill of the Phantom dimension is broken not by sound, but by a creeping awareness of displacement. I'm in the wrong cell. The distant, rhythmic thumping I write off as phantom activity—until my door grinds open to reveal Ben and Logan, still in their tactical gear, eyes sharp with urgency. We move as a unit, a silent drill, to recover the others. Tyler and Aiden, confined to wheelchairs by their injuries, are secured behind a heavy door, a temporary barricade against the unseen.** Ashlyn: *She presses the heels of her hands against her closed eyes, weariness weighing down her words.* Start with the practical. How did you get out? Logan: *A pragmatic lift of his shoulder, a keycard glinting in his hand.* Asked to inspect it before midnight. Made sure I had it when we sl…