When I reached the station, I showered, got into some clean clothes, and finished my report. Then, rather

then go home, as late as it was, I drove thru the McDonald's drive thru, parked, and ate, as I tried to figure

out what to do? I decided to stop in at the hospital, and check on Donald Wigby, who was admitted for

observation as a patient on the psychiatriac ward. I doubted I would find out much, if anything, but the

hospital was close by. The other two witnesses, I would try to contact tomorrow.

 

When I reached the 8th floor, I showed the attendant my badge and proceeded to the nurses station, and

inquired into the staus of Mr. Wigby. I waited patiently for her to read the chart notes, and tell me what she

could. All she would tell me, was that the doctor who examined him, founded him to be incoherent, paranoid,

frightened and was sedated. I couldn't see the patient, until I spoke with Dr. Jacobson, during the day shift. I

made a note of the doctor's name, and went home.

 

Before the swat team had arrived at the Stacy home, Sue had already gotten her one-way bus ticket, bound

for Billings, Montana, and was pacing in front of door #7, waiting to board it. She was shaking, her eyes

tearful, her movements drawing the attention of other passenger's waiting for their buses. Looking at her

watch, then the terminal clock, wishing the time would hurry up. She wanted to get away, as far away from

Tulsa, and the nightmare that haunted her mind. She tried to block out the images of John, being murdered,

the diary, Jessica's tearful words, the grotesque claw hands tearing flesh, as she ran to safety.  When the

announcement came for passengers to board a bus for Memphis, she nearly jumped out of her skin.

 

Soon, more and more people stood in her line, bound for their destinations. She was unaware of the

concerned glances they gave each other as they watched her movements. The lady behind her, touched

her shoulder, to ask if everything was okay, and Sue, screamed; "noooo". When she saw her, she tried

her best to apologize as tears flowed down her cheeks. The lady with a soft southern accent asked if there

was anything she could do, but Sue simply said, "no, I'm sorry, I'm okay". But Sue was not okay! She was

terrified, her heart pounding, about to burst. Finally, the bus driver bound for Billings announced they were

ready to board. One by one he greeted passenger's checked their ticket and tore off his portion, and

pointed to the bus door.

 

Sue chose a window seat 4 rows behind the bus driver. She reclined her seat just alittle, and tried to get

comfortable. She knew sleep would not come easy to her, as she sat the Sprite bottle in the empty seat

next to her, and opened her purse, checking to make sure the bottle of sleeping pills were there. The bus

wasn't packed, leaving Tulsa, but she was sure it would be as it stopped at other cities. She hoped that

who ever chose the seat next to her wasn't much for conversation, as she looked out the tinted bus window.

She was leaving her job, her house, everything she owned behind, and she wasn't coming back. Nothing

would ever make her return to Tulsa.

 

When the bus pulled into Wichita, Kansas, the driver told them that there would be a 20 minute break, and

to remember their bus#2345 for the reboarding announcement. Like other passenger's, she used the restroom,

and grabbed something to snack on. She stood in line with the other's and reboarded. One by one, she saw

other passengers board, one in particular, a unshaven, man in his 60's who smelled like he needed a bath. He

hesitated a moment, looking at the seat next to her, but continued down the aisle. She breathed a sigh of relief,

as she saw a small child board, a blonde haired girl about 10. She was alone, looking a little worried until she

saw Sue. She gave a shy smile and asked if she could sit next to Sue?

 

She motioned for her to sit down and two smiles were shared. Her name was Debra, she was 9, but tall for

her age, and going to the next town to meet her mother. She said. "I get to spend the weekend with my dad,

twice a month, and it's time to go back to momma". Debra was just what Sue needed to calm down, to be

distracted from what she was running from. They chatted about the things little girls think about and they laughed.

Then, she saw Deb's smile, suddenly fade, her eyes held tears, and Sue asked her what was wrong? Sue's hand

was touching the child's arm, when she spoke. "He knows you left Tulsa, he knows where you are going, and

he's coming for you"... and the little girl looked back toward the restroom at the rear of the bus. Terror filled her

eyes as Sue peeked over the head rest of the seat, but saw no one.

Then, suddenly, the child vanished.

 

Sue was gasping for a breath, tears rolling down her cheeks, as she cried.... "Oh My God"! Passengers were

looking at her, as well as the driver, looking thru his mirror, as a man asked if she was okay? Frantically, she

asked him if he had seen the little girl in the seat next to her, and he gave her a shocked look. "Girl?....Ma'm 

no one's sat next to you since you got on the bus in Tulsa,"! Her chest was compressed with fear, and it was

all she could do to catch a breath. "IT" was following her, it knew where she was going... it was coming for her!

She was unaware of the glances from passenger to passenger that thought she had

psychological problems, and how right they were.

 

It was rush hour on the freeway, lines of cars backed up, as the greyhound bus came to a halt. Sue was reaching

the brink of hysteria, as she made her way to the front of the bus, and told the driver she had to get off the bus

now! But he just shook his head no, and asked her to return to her seat till he made the next scheduled stop. Sue

looked back into the puzzled eyes of other passenger's, then to the bus handle and grabbed it, pulling the door

open. She ran down the steps, falling and skinning both knees, and she got to her feet and began running down

the freeway emergency parking lane.

 

Then, the driver saw her stop suddenly, as if she had seen a ghost. What she had seen was far worse and menacing

then a ghost, for standing before her was the demon, who had killed so many. Sue was slowly backing up, and the

bus driver, people in their cars and trucks, saw no one but Sue. The demon was nearly 6 feet tall, with claw like

hands, grey skin, some type of boil across his chest, bent slightly, it's skin scaly, decayed peeling in places. She could

smell the scent of death, the same smell that was coming from the basement door. She turned and faced the bus, 8

cars away from her, a look in her eyes that the bus driver will never forget. A look of dispair, of sheer helplessness.

 

Suddenly, he saw her lifted off the ground, by unseen hands, and as she screamed in agony, claws dug across her

throat and shoulders as she kicked her feet. Bright red blood squirted down her blouse and neck, as she dangled,

trying to get away, to reach the ground, until she moved no more. Then, her body was tossed through the air

effortlessly, landing on a blue camaro's hood and up against the windshield, as the driver in her 70's screamed. Sue's

attempt to get away, to forget, to leave death behind had failed, as other's got out of their vehicle's to see if they

could give first aid.