The Last Bus Stop

It was past midnight when I arrived at the last bus stop on the route. The streetlights flickered, and the cold wind whispered through the empty road. I was alone, or so I thought.”
As I sat down, I heard footsteps approaching from behind. Turning around, I saw nothing but darkness stretching down the empty street. Suddenly, a voice whispered my name. My breath hitched as I realized… the whisper came from inside the bus shelter. But there was no one there.

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