Getting Off Of The Bus

I sat on the bus staring out the window, admiring the gloomy weather and small neighborhood. The bus jerked to a stop, and a handsome man moved toward the doors to get off, but he grabbed my hand on the way. This stranger dragged me off of the bus and he powered down the street with me at his heels. I tried to wrangle my hand out of his tight grasp, but he only held my hand tighter. I couldn't escape from him, and I struggled to keep up with him. He was taking long strides at a fast pace and I desperately tugged on his arm trying to make him slow down, but he only kept walking faster...and faster...and soon I was sprinting to keep up with him.
"Stop!" I shouted. "Who are you and where are you taking me?"
He stopped short, and I ran into his back. He slowly turned his head around and my breath caught. A skull occupied the place where his flesh-covered head used to be, and worms crawled their way through his eye sockets. I looked down at the hand that I was holding. It was a rotting skeleton hand, and in its grasp was another skeleton hand; my hand.
I peered up at him and he gave me a devilish grin. "I'm what you always wanted," he hissed through decaying teeth. He took a step toward me, and I took a step back, making him chuckle. "I never thought that you would actually go through with it." He squeezed my hand tighter, snapping many of the bones in my hand. "But congratulations, you died."