As the bus rounded a bend adjacent to the swamp that surrounded much of the town, Tommy caught a glimpse of a boy wearing filthy blue denim overalls and a wool beret. However, the boy disappeared behind the veil of swirling white smoke left by the bus's exhaust. There was something inherently disquieting about the boy.
The bus ride grew progressively quieter as the bus approached the end of its daily journey. His eyes widened when he saw the same boy from earlier emerging from behind a row of wild hawthorn bushes. This time he made direct eye contact with the mysterious boy. A wicked smile danced across the child's otherwise emotionless face, causing Tommy's body to shudder involuntarily. There was something terrible in the child's visage, forcing him to look away from those hollow, soulless eyes that invaded his consciousness. Tommy looked up to see the bus driver staring intently at him through the rear view mirror. The rest of the group had fallen into their own little worlds, lulled into virtual slumber by the constant droning of the engine and swaying of the bus. He sank down in his seat, trying to avoid the bus driver's penetrating stare. He glanced over at Brian, who was playing with his phone.
Tommy felt some relief when the final stop was reached and it was time to offload. Carlos, Jacob and Brian were already halfway down the aisle before the bus reached a stop, leaving Kevin and Tommy as the last passengers to disembark. As Tommy descended the stairs, the bus driver reached out and grabbed his hand. "You've seen them, haven't you?" he asked.
A startled Tommy gave the bus driver a bewildered stare as he struggled to withdraw his hand from the man's tight grasp. "Seen who? What are you talking about?" he asked, growing fearful of the man's narrowing eyes.
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