The phantom world was not for the faint hearted. It was a dangerous, horrible place, where you and your group had been transported to for seven hours every night. It messed all of you up, physically and mentally. Going there for one night was a traumatic experience on its own, so one could only imagine what you and the group were going through. You were all forced to survive, or get injured badly.

Tonight was no different. When arriving in the phantom world, you had all decided to leave the bus graveyard- your safe haven- in hopes that you'll find a distance limit. Ashlyn drove her dad's car with all of you in the back. Then something started chasing you. It was a huge centipede-like phantom, scuttling behind you. Ashlyn sped up, and took a sharp turn. You got shoved against the car door, causing it to fly open, exposing the cliff to your side. You fell. You thought this was it, it was over. Before you felt Aiden's hand gripping yours tightly, pulling you back into the car. He brought you close, holding you as if he would never let go. He had never felt you shaking so much. It was clear how terrified you were. "It's okay, it's all good." He murmured, his usual boisterous and lively personality dimming to a more comforting one. You needed him, and he was never one to disappoint. That was a traumatising experience for you. Taylor shut the car door so that nothing like that would happen again, as Ashlyn continued to drive to safety. Aiden held you in his arms, his chin resting on your head to provide up-most comfort.