The two men pinned the driver to the ground, their grip unforgiving. The students in the bus erupted into a cacophony of screams and panicked cries.
"Shut up!" the tall, lanky guy with a messy mop hair yelled at them, trying to restore some semblance of order.
But it was too late. The fear had already taken hold, and one of the girls, the quiet girl with the book was sobbing uncontrollably.
"Who are these people? They don’t look ordinary." she wailed, her voice trembling with terror.
As the chaos unfolded inside the bus, I sensed a presence approaching from the side. My heart racing, I felt a chill run down my spine. And then, I saw it. A figure, lurking just beyond the edge of the headlights' glow.
The figure raised a hand, and its claws scraped against the metal side of the bus, sen
