A cold wind swept through the forest as the school bus rumbled down a lonely, forgotten road. This wasn't the usual route, but the driver said he was taking a shortcut. The students sat quietly, the eerie silence inside the bus amplifying the creaks and groans of the old vehicle. The headlights barely cut through the thick fog that clung to the trees, and soon enough, even the road seemed to disappear under a blanket of mist.
Suddenly, the bus stopped.
The driver, a man with hollow eyes and a stiff demeanor, stood up without saying a word. He stepped off the bus and vanished into the fog. Confusion spread among the students, but no one dared to speak. Minutes passed. Then an hour.
A faint scratching sound came from the roof of the bus. At first, the kids thought it was a tree branch brushing against the metal, but the scratching grew louder and more deliberate. Something-or someone-was climbing on the roof. The lights flickered, and the bus door slammed shut, trapping them inside.
Panicking, the students pounded on the windows, but all they could see was the swirling fog outside. Then, they heard the first scream. It came from the back of the bus. The fog outside thickened, turning from white to a sickly gray, and shapes began to move in it-shadowy figures with long, spindly arms.
One by one, the students disappeared. No one saw where they went or how they vanished, but each time the bus would rock slightly, a shrill cry would pierce the silence, and another seat would be empty.
Desperate, the last few huddled at the front of the bus. One brave girl crawled to the driver's seat and pressed the horn, but no sound came. Instead, the radio crackled to life. A voice whispered through the static: "This bus has been running for a long time... and it needs new passengers."
The fog outside parted for just a moment, revealing the outline of the driver standing at the edge of the road, grinning. His face was pale, almost skeletal, and his eyes glowed faintly in the darkness. Then, in a blink, he was gone.
The bus roared to life on its own. The students screamed as the doors swung open, revealing the swirling mist outside. One by one, they were pulled from the bus by unseen hands.
The next day, the bus was found empty, parked at the edge of the same forest. No one ever saw the students or the driver again. But on foggy nights, locals swear they can hear the faint sound of a school bus rumbling down that old, forgotten road, filled with ghostly whispers and the echo of terrified screams.
Yesterday was my internship program and I'm happy
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Scary stories I wrote
HorrorJust like the title says, these are just scary stories I wrote on my free time, probably won't post much because of school, but whenever I'm not busy I'll post. p. s. This is my first time posting on here, please be nice.
