The Phantom realm is something you’re familiar with after weeks of being transported there every night from 12am-6am.

You were fighting off phantoms when one hurt you pretty bad. You passed out and thought that that was it for you but you woke up in an old school bus grave yard surrounded by 6 people you don’t know.

You thought you were the only one that this happed to.

They didn't seem to notice you waking up. You looked around and realized they were teenagers.

There was a girl with long ginger hair split into braids that go down to her ankles. She was sitting in the front, her knee bent as she rested her forearm on her knee. She was Ashlyn Banner, the leader of the group.

Next to her, you saw a boy with blonde hair and red eyes with a creepy smile on his face, he looked like a physcopath with his smile and smiley face clothing. He was suprisingly happy considering the situation you were in. That was Aiden Clark, the annoying one.

You looked at the guy who was letting your head rest in his lap, he had brown hair and looked sort of annoyed, wanting Aiden to shut up. He was resting his hands on the ground, leaning back with his body weight in his hands. That was Tyler Hernandez, the angry one.

Beside him, you saw a girl that looked like him, the same brown hair but longer. She had a soft smile on her face while patching you up. Her movementa were gentle and kind. You didn't see a threat. Her name was Taylor Hernandez, the kind and bubbly one. You guessed her and Tyler were twins.

Next was a larger, strong guy with grey hair and black eyes, he was bigger in a strong way and seemed to be the type of guy that could kill you but really, he didn't talk at all and everyone used sign language to communicate with him. That was Ben Clark, the quiet and tough one of the six teens. You out together that he and Aiden were somehoe related, not siblings but maybe cousins.

You finally saw the last teen, a small and petite boy with blonde hair and glasses. He didn't seem like he could do any harm to anyone until you noticed the gun in his hand, that made you a little terrified. He was sitting in a tire with his knees pulled up to his chest. That was Logan Fields, the soft, nerdy one.

They all seemed to be in the same situation as you, confused, terrified, and traumatized. But unlike you, they weren't alone. They had each other.