Something Felt Off
Lynette watched, frozen in her seat as the man wiped a hand across his sweaty forehead.
She clutched her purse close to her heart, waiting for the bus to come to a standstill. She needed to get out of there before it was too late.
Something felt off about the entire situation, and she feared that whatever was inside the box would have dire consequences. The man noticed her gaze, his eyes narrowing in on her. She couldn’t breathe.
No One Suspected A Thing
When the man first stepped onto the bus, no one seemed to notice anything unusual about him. He smiled as he passed rows of passengers, clutching the small box to his chest.
Lynette only spotted him once he made his way to the very back of the bus, right where she was sitting.
Once seated, he carefully placed the box on his lap. No one suspected anything, but he was hiding a dark secret.
Lynette couldn’t help but watch the man. It didn’t take long before she noticed his strange behavior.
His eyes hardly strayed from the box. But he would look up every now and again, checking to see if anyone was watching.
His hands never left the box. He was holding it carefully, ensuring that it didn’t move an inch during their bumpy ride. He knew that something terrible would happen if the box moved too much.
He Was Watching
At first, she only flashed a glance here and there. The man’s jaw was tense, but Lynette didn’t think too much of it. She assumed that he was transporting a cake or something a little more delicate.
But there was something about his behavior that just seemed off to her.
He was overly tense, watching every person around him with suspicious eyes. If anyone so much as glanced at him, he would shoot them a venomous look. It was best for everyone to keep their distance.
Something Was Up
Lynette noticed this, and it made her stomach drop. She felt fine at first, but now she couldn’t look away.
At first, she thought he was carrying something harmless, but the man’s odd behavior showed her otherwise.
She leaned forward in her seat, trying to look closer at the box. He hadn’t noticed her gaze yet. He was too busy watching the people closest to him. But soon, he spotted her wandering eyes.
A Stern Gaze
He looked sternly at her, hugging the box tighter to his chest. She caught on to him, and he had to act fast. Lynette’s heart sank as her palms began sweating.
She suspected that the man’s behavior wasn’t as innocent as she initially thought.
Why was he so protective of the box? Was he hiding something dangerous in there? Her mind went to dark places as she wondered what was inside of it. She felt uneasy under his harsh gaze.
It soon became clear to Lynette that the man was trying to intimidate her. But his harsh expression shifted into one of concern when the box suddenly moved between his palms.
Lynette gasped aloud. The man’s troubling secret was about to reveal itself, and now, everyone was watching.
Then they heard it. The horrifying sound was coming from within the box.
New York City
Living in New York City, Lynette Mogan never needed a car. Thanks to public transportation, she was able to get wherever she needed to go.
It was something she’d become accustomed to.
She’d heard many horror stories surrounding public transport, but luckily, nothing bad had ever happened on any of her journeys. That is, until one seemingly normal Tuesday afternoon.
One Of Those Days
There was nothing Lynette loved more than leaving work and going home every afternoon. She enjoyed working as a barista, but sometimes, her days seemed to drag on. This was one of those days.
She waited at the bus stop for just a few minutes before the bus pitched up.
As usual, she took a seat in the back. She preferred privacy and usually felt a lot safer sitting by herself. How was she supposed to know that she was putting herself in harm’s way?
No One Noticed
She waited patiently, putting her headphones on as more people entered the bus.
It was busier than usual. She was lost in thought, mindlessly staring at the sea of unfamiliar faces before her.
That’s when he entered the bus. At first, no one seemed to notice him, nor the object in his hands. No one suspected a thing, just as he’d hoped.
In The Back
Lynette only noticed the man as he walked through the aisle. Just like Lynette, he wanted to sit in the back of the bus where no one would notice or bother him.
He smiled charmingly as he passed passengers. Lynette’s eyes merely caught him for a second, and then he took a seat, just two rows ahead of her.
From where she was sitting, she could see the man’s face, along with the box on his lap. The box that hid a troubling secret.
Eventually, the bus took off. The 15-minute journey to her apartment was nothing out of the usual for Lynette.
She had done it every day for the past year. The day started completely normal, and she assumed it would end that way.
How could she have known that in just a few minutes, the bus would stop, and all passengers would have to evacuate?
He Was Watching Them
Lynette bobbed her head to the music streaming through her headphones.
She paid no mind to anyone around her, mindlessly glancing at their faces. But then she noticed the look on the man’s face.
A prominent frown engraved itself into his forehead. He was staring at the people around him, his eyes quickly flickering from face to face. Then, he looked down at the box in his lap. Once Lynette noticed it, he kept doing it.
She couldn’t help but frown at the man’s strange behavior. He seemed paranoid, his palms leaving small stains of sweat along the cardboard box. Was he okay?
She paid close attention to his hands. He was holding the box tightly, preventing it from shaking or stirring during their bumpy ride.
She assumed it contained something fragile, like a cake or perhaps something made out of glass. But that didn’t explain his weird behavior.
A Close Eye
Again, she watched the man tear his eyes from the box, quickly glancing at the strangers around him. No one other than Lynette seemed to notice him, but he kept an eye on those closest to him.
Small beads of sweat began appearing on his forehead. He raised a hand, wiping the sweat from his brow before dropping it back down to the box.
Lynette couldn’t quite explain it, but the situation made her stomach twist into a knot.
Something didn’t feel right about the man. Lynette thought of the worst-case scenario as her gaze set upon the box. Was he hiding something in there that he didn’t want anyone else to see?
As she thought about what could possibly be inside the box, a shiver ran down her spine.
She knew that public transportation often fell victim to mass attacks, and she began fearing for the worst.
He Didn’t Notice At First
The man didn’t notice her at first. He was too busy watching the unsuspecting passengers around him. Her paranoia was gradually growing, and she couldn’t take her eyes off of him.
She tried to look into the box, but it was impossible from where she was sitting.
What if they were all in danger? What could she do? Was she supposed to alert someone? What if she was wrong? But the situation was about to get a lot worse.
He Noticed Her
She watched in slow motion as the man’s head turned, and finally, his eyes caught her. He could tell from the panicked expression on her face that she knew something was up.
Her hands shook violently as he narrowed his eyes on her.
She wanted to scream and ask the bus to stop, but she felt paralyzed with fear. She no longer felt safe as the man stared daggers into her soul. He was trying to intimidate her into silence.
Tears pinched behind her eyes as she rubbed her sweaty palms over her jeans.
The man refused to peel his eyes off her. She caught on to him and he had to do something about it.
Lynette was about to stand up from her seat, but just then, his expression changed. His angry glare shifted into one of worry as the box moved on his lap. It was over for him.
The All Knew
Lynette gasped aloud, causing most of the passengers to look in her direction.
That’s when the strange scratching sounds started. It was coming from the box, and now, everyone was staring at the box on the man’s lap.
Whispers erupted from every direction as he shifted in his seat uncomfortably. His biggest fear had come to light, and now everyone was watching, trying to see what was in the box.
It Moved Again
Loud whispers erupted from every corner of the bus. The man glared at Lynette one more time.
If she had just minded her own business, none of this would’ve happened.
The man tried to get up from his seat. He wanted to get off the bus as fast as possible. But before he could, the box moved again, almost knocking itself from his lap. That’s when the commotion broke loose.
Passengers jumped up from their seats, screams erupting from the crowd as the box began violently shaking in the man’s grip.
The man tried desperately to hold onto it, but it was slipping from his grasp.
Next, low growls began emitting from it, and everyone could hear them. The jig was up.
He Got Caught
The bus came to a sudden stop and the man quickly jumped up. He had to get out of there as fast as possible. His plan failed, and he knew that he was going to get into a lot of trouble if he didn’t leave immediately.
“There’s something in the box!” One woman shouted as the man rushed past her in the aisle.
He knew that he had been caught, and he was scared of what the consequences would be.
“Everyone get off the bus right now!” The bus driver yelled as he opened the doors.
He knew that the situation had the potential to be extremely dangerous.
The man tried to push past him, but he grabbed ahold of his arm before he could do so, “Sir, I’m going to have to take a look at that,” He said sternly, eyeing the trembling box. It was over for the strange man.
The passengers got off the bus as fast as possible, some making distance while others remained close.
They wanted to see what was inside the box. The man reluctantly handed the box over to the bus driver.
Some of the passengers, including Lynette, stepped closer as the driver placed the box on the ground. Everyone wanted to sneak a peek.
The man rubbed a hand across his sweaty forehead, looking down at his feet. He knew that his actions would have consequences, but it was a risk he had to take.
But how bad would his punishment be? The driver slowly got onto his knees and began opening the box.
Eager and equally afraid as he bent the cardboard. He was not prepared for what was waiting inside.
The first thing he noticed was the thick, brown fur. He squinted down at it, trying to identify what he was looking at. But then he saw the tiny little face staring back at him.
“What on earth?” He frowned in confusion, digging his hands into the box before lifting the tiny animal out of it.
The puppy looked around before emitting a small bark. Why did the man have a puppy in the box?
Lynette looked at the man as he rubbed a hand across his face, “I’m sorry, sir,” He spoke to the driver, “I found this little guy on the side of the road this morning. I wanted to bring him home with me, but dogs aren’t allowed on the bus.”
Lynette placed a hand over her heart.
She felt so bad for misunderstanding the situation. “I was hiding him in the box so that I could take him home with me.”
He Was Helping
The bus driver broke into a smile as he petted the small puppy.
He laughed about the entire situation. He couldn’t believe how silly it all was. All along, the man just wanted to help a small animal.
“Why don’t the two of you get back on, I can drop you off at your stop,” the driver assured him. Although dogs weren’t allowed on the bus, he wasn’t going to punish the man for wanting to help an innocent animal.
Once all of the passengers were back on the bus, it continued its journey.
Lynette felt bad for the way she acted. She decided to sit next to the man and apologized for her actions.
Luckily, he forgave her and said that there were no hard feelings. He understood that the entire situation looked pretty fishy. Before too long, he made it home with his brand-new puppy.
Disclaimer: To protect the privacy of those depicted, some names, locations, and identifying characteristics have been changed and are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblances to actual events, places, or persons, living or dead, are entirely coincidental.