The screen flickers,
something is wrong.
The world twitches
like it's itching.
The lights dim
and the critters
in the shadowy
back seats
speak in tongues.
There is something
very wrong.
The air is thick,
static lingers
like leaden fingers
pulling hairs
on the back of my neck.
The bus is moving,
but something is wrong.
We are heading the other way.
Deep into the descending darkness
and the shimmering mist
is clinging to the sides.
Into each crack it starts to climb,
creeping in
through the slimmest opening.
I hear a distant church bell chime.
I push the bell
to alert the driver.
the sound comes back
only ten times louder,
a death knell echo
through the bones.
The world shifts
and turns.
reversing along
a new wave of time
the ceiling of a vast tunnel,
now where we ride.
Nowhere to hide from the creatures
creeping,
crawling,
reaching out to grip me
in their claws,
The doors
not where they were before.
The aisle
spans miles in all directions
and yet more and more
creatures pour forward
filling the space,
until I'm choking for air,
gasping to breathe.
Something very wrong.
The bus is heading
the opposite direction.
The screen flickers.
The driver laughs,
twitches hideous
and menacing,
he lets it sit
and linger
in the odious air,
a sneer painted
in the thick atmosphere.
The sounds click and clack,
footsteps on the upper deck.
The flush of fear fills my face
and I scream as I'm welcomed
into this devilish embrace.
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