Spanish stories 3. Endless

I felt it. I don´t know what it was, but I felt it. I was at the bus stop last night. Probably, I was too alone to be there. A worker of the station told me that the next bus would be the last one of the night, because the streetlights didn´t work as well as they had expected and bus drivers couldn’t see the road. I wasn´t scared of that; I have always considered myself brave. Besides, there has never been any accident in this town, so I felt calm. Fifteen minutes later, the bus arrived. As usual, I paid 2.50$ and I sat on the first row of seats. But when the bus started, every single thing was different for me. Everything was darker; a lot of strange sounds were playing in my head while I was seeing some terrify faces in the window. Despite this fact, I didn´t feel scared until I saw the face of the bus driver. My head kept repeating just one thing: Why are you here?

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