The Bus Stop

There is a bus stop not too far from here. It may look like an ordinary bus stop, but mysterious things have been happening at this particular stop. Be warned, if you board the bus that comes to this stop, make sure you get off as soon as possible. If you don’t, then you can kiss your life on Earth goodbye.

A little boy was walking home from school one day when he suddenly decided to take the bus. He saw a bus stop up ahead, and he all but ran up to it and stood beside it to wait for the transportation vehicle. Minutes turned into hours, and the sky was beginning to darken.

“Where is that bus?” The boy muttered as he leaned forward, trying to see if the bus is coming. Suddenly, two bright headlights appeared, and a large, dark gray bus pulled up to the stop. The doors opened to let the boy board, but everything was eerily dark.  He cautiously ascended the steps onto the bus and saw that there were no other passengers. Making a mental note to get off at the next stop, the boy found a seat near the window in the middle of the bus.

After enduring a bumpy ride, the boy got off at the next stop, walking the rest of the way home. When he arrived, his mother asked why he was so late coming home from school. “I decided to wait for the bus.” The boy said. His mother’s eyes went wide and asked her son which bus he took. The boy then described the bus to her and suddenly found himself enveloped in her arms. “Oh, I’m so glad that you weren’t taken!” She exclaimed.

Confused, the boy asked his mother why she said she’s glad he wasn’t taken. The mother wiped away her tears on her apron and told her son the story of a bus that takes people from the world of the living to that of the dead. “The bus comes every night at sunset to pick up passengers. Though once you get on board, there is no getting off unless you have your wits about you and get off at the next stop.” Astounded and shocked, the boy burrowed deeper into his mother’s embrace and said, “I am never taking the bus ever again.”

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Last Call

“Holy shit, this place is severely burnt to the ground!” Kyra exclaimed as she got out of the van. She, along with a small film crew from a supernatural show, are sent out to a nearby city to investigate a mysterious fire that burned down a local hotel. Rumors were floating around, saying that the hotel is haunted, that souls are trapped within the confines of the building, unable to cross over to the other side.

The group of them filed into the hotel as the cameraman documented everything on tape. As they went from room to room, they found that most of the hotel has been destroyed by the fire. Blackened walls and beds greeted them floor to floor. When they came to a room on the seventh floor, they saw a disconnected phone on the desk in front of the bed. The wires were burnt, and the plastic body melted a little. Suddenly, the phone started to ring. Everyone except the cameraman and Kyra ran out of the room faster than you can say “call the Ghostbusters.”

The phone continued to ring, waiting for someone to pick it up and answer it. Kyra stood rooted to the spot, fear running down her spine. She then edged closer to the phone, and with a shaking hand, she picked up the receiver and held it to her ear. “Hello?” Kyra whispered into the phone. “Hello,” A soft male voice said on the other end. “Could you connect me to Janice, please?” A brief pause fell over the room until Kyra replied, “To whom am I speaking with?” Another break had occurred before the male voice answered.

“My name is Trevor. I died in this very hotel room. Please tell Janice I’m sorry for not being there for her and our daughter. I tend to drink too much which resulted in me harming my wife and child. If there is a chance for me to start over, I will take it upon myself to be a better husband and father.” Kyra, getting over her initial fear, asked Trevor if there is a number she can call to reach Janice. Trevor then gave Kyra a number and thanked her for helping him grant his final wish. The call then disconnected, returning the phone to its unfunctional state.

Kyra then pulled out her cell phone and dialed the number that Trevor gave her. She told Janice everything that happened and the latter was in tears by the end of Kyra’s tale. “My husband used to be an alcoholic,” Janice said. “He often drank with his buddies at the office and wouldn’t come home for days. I didn’t know that he had died in the hotel fire until you called.” The grieving widow said tearfully.

“I’m truly sorry for your loss, Mrs. Henson,” Kyra said. “I’m sure that your husband will watch over you and your daughter.” Janice thanked Kyra for the sentiment and hung up. Kyra then looked to the cameraman and said, “We got what we came for, there’s no reason to stay here any longer.” The cameraman nodded before shutting off the camera and followed Kyra out of the room. Then, as the door closed shut, the phone began to ring once more, waiting for another person to come along and answer the call.

Ghost Story

She held on tight to the flashlight in her hands as it lit her way along the dark hallway, despite the sheen of sweat that had formed. Determination trumped fear as she edged closer and closer to the bedroom upstairs. I will get to see him tonight. I must! She thought as she put her hand on the door handle, opening the door.

She peeked into the room, the furniture covered with white sheets. The only source of light was the moonlight coming in from the windows. Straining her eyes, she scanned the room, looking for signs of the spirit. Suddenly, she felt a cold breeze brush past her. She turned around, shining her flashlight at the source, but was met with emptiness. “Where are you?!” She called out. “Show yourself!” She demanded.

The cold breeze then returned. This time, it turned into a strong wind, blowing the white sheets off of the furniture. Sheets of cloth floated in the air as if they were giant snowflakes, gracefully gliding toward the dusty wooden floor. A form materialized in front of her, like a figure emerging from the fog. She held her breath, watching the scene before her, fear gluing her feet in place.

“What is it you want of me?” A deep, disembodied British voice said. “I am a ghost hunter, Spirit. Though I do not actually capture them. I only wish to understand more about the supernatural.” She replied, her voice shaky. “Ghost hunter, hmm? You certainly don’t look like one.” The spirit said. The ghost hunter felt a bit miffed by the spirit’s condescending comment but held her tongue. One does not pick fights with a ghost. They can get to you when you least expect it. She mentally reasoned. “So what can I do for you, Ghost Hunter?” The spirit asked. Taking a breath to gather her courage, the ghost hunter said, “I want you to tell me your story.”

Ghost Race

Two racers. Two souped-up cars that looked like something out of “Need for Speed”. One lap, winner take all. When the imaginary horn sounded, the silver-grey car zoomed off as the midnight blue car raced to catch up.

The race was intense as both cars fought for dominance and gain the upper hand. The silver-grey car turned around the bend first, almost falling off of the side of the cliff, but then the midnight blue car came up from behind and passed the silver-grey car, leaving a good amount of distance between them.

Just as the midnight blue car was about to cross the finish line and relish in victory, the silver-grey car came out of nowhere and crashed headfirst into the side of the midnight blue car, sending both cars tumbling off the side of the cliff. The drivers of both cars died upon impact.

No one knows the reason why the driver of the silver-grey car decided to do such a thing. Perhaps it’s that the driver wanted to win the race so badly that he didn’t want to lose even at the cost of his own life. You can still hear the loud revving of engines if you drive along that specific stretch of road in the dark of the night.

Cursed

The whole family has been cursed since father acquired a crystal figurine from his many travels. It is a young woman with a raven perched on her arm and it sits on the mantle of the living room fireplace. Every night, when everyone had gone to sleep, the raven’s eyes would start to glow white, enveloping the entire house in a dome of white light. When the light faded, the figurine returned to its’ normal state, leaving the room dark once more.

When morning came, the doors to the bedrooms weren’t opening to reveal sleepy figures milling about the halls. Minutes turned into hours as day slowly faded into night and still the house remained quiet. Suddenly, the door at the very end of the hall creaked open and revealed a small girl sitting in the far corner of her room near the moonlit window, rocking back and forth. She muttered, “Those who possess the crystal shall be cursed forever” under her breath over and over, her eyes wide with terror bordering on insanity as the crystal figurine began to fill up with ink-black smoke, turning the entire figurine obsidian. In case you were wondering, that traumatized young girl is none other than yours truly.

Lady in the Mist

As the mist cleared, she saw a glorious town. Untouched by the advancement of humankind. She could smell the freshly baked bread cooling on the windowsill of a small, homey bakery and hear the rushing sound of the majestic waterfall as it cascades down the mountainside like a silk bridal veil. She tried to touch the crystal clear water with her long, graceful fingers and taste the refreshing liquid, but she could not as the water drained right through her cupped hands. 

Her hazelnut brown eyes were dark and blank, devoid of the sparkle that it once held. The world that she knew became one of eternal darkness. She reached out a transparent arm, longing to be a part of that beautiful world. Yet deep in her beatless heart, she knows that it’s simply not meant to be.

She did not wish to part from the world that she had loved so fiercely, but it seems that her destined path is one that leads to tragedy rather than one of timeless happiness. She closed her dark, blank eyes in sorrow as a lone tear made its’ way down her pale, porcelain cheek, and she slowly retreated back into the mist, never to be seen again.

The Haunted Park

“You’ll never catch me!” A young girl exclaimed as her friend chased after her. Her feet pounded upon the leaf covered ground, making soft crunching sounds as she ran through the woods. The two girls ran until they couldn’t run anymore, laughing hysterically as they both came to a stop, catching their breath as they huffed and puffed.

The girl who was being chased looked up to see where they were and saw a huge, rusty iron gate with a large equally rusty padlock securing the gate in place. “What is it, Raena?” Asked her friend Kyra, who walked up beside Raena, curious to find out what her friend had seen. “It’s an amusement park, but it looks like it’s been deserted for years.” Raena said after a moment’s silence. “An abandoned amusement park? That is so awesome!” Kyra whispered as she moved her gaze toward the park.

Then, a strong gust of wind came out of nowhere and a spooky ghostly voice was heard, “Leave this place! Or suffer the same fate!” The girls whimpered in fear, but their legs wouldn’t budge as they stood rooted to the ground. The ghostly voice then appeared again, repeating the same warning as before, “Leave this place! Or suffer the same fate!” Various spirits appeared as the ghostly voice delivered its second warning, a woman dressed as a mermaid trapped in the water tank, unable to escape. A bumbling magician locked in the box used to magically saw people in half, struggling to get free, and a scary-looking tattooed strongman, his wrists bound with thick, black chains.

A mystic Gypsy fortune teller then appeared and levitated closer to the girls, her hands moved about her all-seeing crystal ball. The Gypsy then spoke in a haunting tone, “This amusement park has been cursed by a being with the blackest heart for many years. Those who are employed here have all fallen victim to his evil deed. Escape while you can, or he will get you too.” The girls then turned on their heel and ran as fast as they possibly could away from the haunted amusement park.