**Diary Entry – 12th October**
The bus was on its usual route when a dog appeared out of nowhere and started running alongside iteveryone was shocked when they found out why.
Every morning, it followed the same path. The red double-decker, Route 318. The driver, a steady man named Thomas Whitmore, was always punctual, never missing his schedule. The road stretched through open countryside, straight and free from traffic. The passengers were nearly always the samesome commuting to work in London, others heading into town for errands, and a few simply enjoying the ride, gazing out the windows.
Everything was ordinary. Thomas looked relaxed, the radio humming softly in the background. The sun shone, the morning crisp and clear. Passengers chatted idly, some dozed, others scrolled through their phones.
Thenout of nowherea dog darted onto the road.
A golden retriever, large and shaggy, with gleaming fur and unbelievable speed. It ran alongside the bus, first keeping pace, then weaving erratically, as if trying to say something or catch their attention. Its ears flapped, tongue lolling.
The bus came alive. A few passengers stood. A young bloke by the window pulled out his phone to film. A woman with glasses laughed, “Look! That dogs racing the bus!”
“Mustve lost its owner,” an elderly man remarked.
But something wasnt right.
Suddenly, the dog surged ahead, streaking past the bus at an impossible speed. It planted itself directly in the road, barking and growling furiously. Thomas had no choicehe slammed the brakes. Tyres screeched, the bus lurched, and then halted.
“Whats going on?!”
“Whys it acting so strangely?”
“It wont let us pass!” someone shouted.
The doors hissed open, and a few passengers stepped out, cautiously approaching the dog. It didnt retreat. Just stood there, watching them.
Thenthe unthinkable happened. And in that moment, everyone understood why the dog had behaved so oddly.
**BOOM.**
A deafening explosion. The bus was flung into the air with such force the ground trembled. Flames erupted, windows shattered. Those whod stepped out survived. Shock. Screams. Someone dropped to their knees. Another covered their mouth in horror.
Theyd been metres from death.
And the dog it didnt run. It stayed, as if it knew.
Thomas, shaky-handed, fumbled for his phone, staring at the wreckage. His whisper was barely audible
“It saved us But from what? Who did this?”
The police launched an investigationto find those responsible and to uncover how that dog couldve possibly known.
