The Silent Stranger 

I was on a late-night bus, half-asleep, when a stranger sat next to me. He didn’t speak a word, but I could feel his presence. When the bus stopped at my destination, I got off and turned around. The stranger was gone — not just from the seat, but from the bus entirely. The driver, who I had never seen before, gave me a strange look and said, "I don’t know who you’re talking about. Nobody else was on this bus.