Arachnophobia?

As the kids waited at the bus stop, a little girl screamed. The bus driver ran over to save the little girl, only to see a little spider. He laughed and stepped on it. The spider was turned into a splattered on the floor and the kids boarded the bus. Two more little spiders crawled up to their dead friend. A sad look in the eyes, they crawled back away to their shelter.

The bus stopped at a red light in the middle of town square. The bus driver was looking around and noticed something was off. The town square was empty. He knew that this wasn’t a busy hour, but no one was out. The stores didn’t look closed, but no workers, no customers, no one crossing the street. A chill went down his spine. There had to have been an explanation. Everyone didn’t just disappear.

He didn’t notice the light had turned green until a little girl behind him tapped his shoulder. “Ummm Mr. bus driver sir, the light changed.” It startled him, smiled down at the little girl and begain to drive. He kept looking around. No bikers, no moms pushing strollers, no dogs in yards… Just empty. He started to feel panicked, sweat started to roll down his face, but he tried to remain calm for the kids sake. “Excuse me?” A little boy stood near him, two other kids stood next to him. “Hi there kiddo, whats going on?” “Are we going to the party?“ he looked at little boy confused. “What party?” “Where all the people went? No one is outside so they must all be at a party. Is that were we are going?” The bus driver swallowed. He didn’t have a clue what to say or what to do. He was hoping the kids wouldn’t have noticed, but he should have known better. He’s been a bus driver for over 20 years, kids notice everything.

The bus slowed down and stopped. He didn’t know if he should open the door or not. The kids who normally get off were all standing by the door. He kept looking around, and thought “I can‘t let them off. Where are their parents? Maybe I hold go back to the school?” Just then he saw someone run out of the house two doors down. Breathing a sigh of relief, he reached for the lever to open the door. SMACK!!! BANG!!! BANG!!! LET ME IN!!!! OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!!! The man was banging on the bus door. The bus driver became paralyzed, all the kids were screaming but it was muffled to him. The man was covered in these black fuzzy balls. They were crawling into his month and crawling out of his nose and eyes and ears. The bus driver didn’t know what to do. They watched this helpless man. His eyes exploded under the pressure and he was scratching his skin off. Blood splattered all over the bus door. The children countinued to scream. The man smacked the bus door and then dropped to the floor. Rolling around on the cement, crushing some of the little black balls. Finally he stopped moving. The bus driver swallowed but his throat remained dry.

10 minutes went by. The kids stopped screaming, and everyone became very still. “Okay… kids… remain calm…” the bus driver got up and was walking the kids back to their seats. ”I want my mommy.” “Can we go home?” “Whats going on?” The bus driver remained quiet. He didn’t have answers for them. He didn’t have answers for him, as thoughts raced through his head “What were those things? Did they attack everyone? Can they get in? What should I do?“ His train of thought was broken by a little girls scream from the back of the bus. He rush over in a panick, only to see a little spider on the floor by her seat. Quickly stepping on it. The little spider was now just a smashed little pile of mush on the bus floor. A deep chill went through the bus drivers body. “Spiders…” he whispered to himself, but the little girl over heard. ”I’m scared of spiders.” she said quietly.

He rushed over to the front of the bus and saw the man, dead on the ground. Just laying there. No more black things. Where did the spiders go? “Close up the bus!” He turned around quickly, shocking the kids. “CLOSED UP THE BUS!! SHUT THE WINDOWS!! PLUG UP ANY HOLES!!! HURRY!!!” The kids shut the window and some used their jackets to plug up a couple holes. After a couple of minutes of panic the bus became dead quiet. AHHHH!! Another little girl screamed and pointed at a crack in the emergency door. It was barely noticeable. But a little spider crawled right through. Then another. Then another. Within seconds spiders started flooding the bus. The kids screamed and ran to the front of the bus. A little boy fell and started to get stepped on by the others in a panic. The driver grabbed the boys arm and yanked his up. He shoved the kids behind him and stood with tears in his eyes. The spiders were flooding in like a black liquid. They were filling the bus, crawling the floors, walls, ceiling, and covering the windows. The bus started to get dark and the spiders got closer. The driver realized they needed to get out. He looked over at the bus door only to see it completely black. Almost as if they knew to block the ways out.

He started stomping and stomping, crushing dozens of spidears but it wasn’t even causing a dent. They crawled up the drivers legs and waist. He could feel thousands of bites at once, they felt like little burns. When you say I feel like there are bugs crawling all over me, couldn‘t explain the actually feeling. He looked over to see kids getting covered in spiders, some were fighting them off and some were frozen in fear. A small girl dropped dead and then another and another. The bus driver felt helpless, but he was covered in spiders from the neck down. He kept his mouth shut, knowing a scream would cause them to crawl in like the guy he saw earlier. He felt one go into his nose, it felt like when you have a hair in your nose but can’ get it out. He felt another go in and crawl down his throat. He coughed spitting the little spider out. Which just opened his mouth enough for a dozen to get in. He kept coughing out spiders and more would crawl in. Soon he couldn't breathe and dropped down to a near by seat. He was seeing black spots.

A quick thought shot through his head. Is this how it feels when I step on spiders. When I smack or crush them. Is this how they feel when I’d thrown them into the sink or hosed them off outside. One or two are so harmless, but thousands will kill me. So should I have killed them?