• |DREAMS TO REALITY| • [SCHOOLBUSGRAVEYARD X READER]

A desolate roadside, veiled in fog, stretched across a small rural neighborhood. The air was thick, heavy with an unnatural stillness. Everything felt wrong. The most glaring sign was the sky—a deep crimson hue with a bright yellow moon looming above, casting an eerie glow on the surroundings. It was dark, not just from the absence of light, but from the presence of something far more sinister.

Through the fog-covered trees, a group of teens bolted, running as though their lives depended on it. And they did. Seven of them, clutching weapons in their hands, feet pounding the earth beneath them as they tore through the forest. Their heavy breaths and the frantic rustle of leaves were the only sounds breaking the unnatural silence. Something pursued them—fast, relentless, deadly.

Y/N knew better than to look back. She didn't dare—because if she did, it might be over. The fear of losing focus, of faltering even for a second, kept her gaze fixed forward, her heart pounding in her chest.