The man had been following James since the train station. They both dropped at the bus shelter, cornered, James waited for the man to attack and do his worst to him. Instead, cold rushed in like floodwater. A figure appeared at the far end of the shelter. It had no neck, no shoulders beginning, just a void where a head should be, and it was moving toward both of them with terrible purpose. The attacker screamed first, a sound that didn’t sound human. He ran to the approaching bus without looking back, but he could hear the thing following at a slow pace. The bus pulled up and both James and would be attacker fell inside gasping. The driver didn’t seem to notice his shaking hands or the way he kept glancing at the window. No one had gotten on after him