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Field trips. Boring, right?
That's what the junior and senior class thought as they rode in the bus to their destination. What destination? A wax museum. Oh yes, fun, sure. It was a two hour trip, and half an hour in, it began to snow violently. The bus driver had difficulty keeping the vehicle straight on the road. However, with screaming and laughing teenagers, it's not always the easiest thing to do.

The bus veered off a corner and flipped several times, finally settling between two large oak trees. Out of the 75 teens, only 6 survived. The radio was busted, and cellphones had no service. The snow was thick, they could only see a few feet in front of them. And they had no idea where they were. They had to find a town, and quick. Otherwise they would all die there, shivering and starving.

Luckily they were able to find a road sign. Noalon, 3 miles ahead. Little did they know, that town is deserted. No one there. No...one. But something was. Something waiting for centuries. A monster, a dark and evil thing. Ready to kill and eat anything that comes. As the teens near, the monster invades their minds, telling them evil things.

Will they survive, or kill each other? Or kill the monster? What is the monster?