The Window Seat

I sat on the bus, staring out the window into the darkness. It was late, and I said nothing as my friends rattled on and on about movie effects, and playing a trick on the teacher with a scary note that Gabe had written. I began to wonder if anything was out there, in the darkness, waiting to jump against the bus and slam a knife through the window.

A hand slammed against the window and I jumped. I turned to see Deva laughing, pulling her hand back from the window.

“Your…face…” she gasped out, laughing.

“Be quiet.” I said, scowling. I turned back to the window, facing out. Was there something on the edge of the road, hiding in the brush? I shuddered and closed my eyes.

“Oh, calm down.” Deva said, poking me. “There’s nothing out there.” She paused. “Except maybe that guy in the hockey mask. And he has a knife, and he’s leaning in, and he’s getting to jump, and, and,”

She slammed her hand against the window again.

I almost jumped out of my skin. “You!” I said angrily as she and Gabe and Julie laughed.

I shook my head. “You guys are pains.”

They laughed and ignored me.

I sighed and closed my eyes again, hoping to maybe get some sleep before we reached home.

A gust of wind blew through the open window a few rows ahead. A note landed on my lap.

I See You.

My eyes widened, and I turned to look out the window. Nothing.

I relaxed. It was probably just a trick from one of the people up by the window. I once again attempted to sleep.

I heard a slam against the window.

“Nice try, Deva, but I’m not falling for it three times.”

“What?” asked Deva. “What do you mean?”

I looked up. Deva had moved next to Gabe, no longer sitting near me.

I turned slowly to look out the window. A face was there, smiling evilly in. It stayed with the bus, how I didn’t know.

I could only scream.

Glass shattered.

I felt the knife, and saw Deva run.

Then nothing.