The night was thick with an ominous fog as I boarded the last bus home. The driver's eyes, devoid of emotion, sent shivers down my spine. I took a seat, the only passenger on this eerie journey. The bus plunged into darkness, the windows reflecting a distorted version of reality. Soon, the driver's stops made no sense, driving into deserted alleys and empty streets. Panic set in when I realized the bus was heading nowhere. As I mustered courage to speak, the driver turned, his face a hollow cavity. 'Welcome to your eternal ride,' he whispered, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth. The bus hurtled into a void, screams drowned by the echoes of lost souls. And then, silence. I woke at the bus stop, drenched in sweat, as the first light of dawn crept over the horizon. Was it a dream or a warning of a fate too terrifying to contemplate?

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