The Fleshy Book

The Bus

This is a true story that actually happened to me and my friends. If you use it, please credit me when you do so. Also, if you see a bus that looks similar to the one described in the story, get the license plate number and PM it to me. If it starts stalking you, do not hesitate to call the police. Thank you for reading, and please enjoy. (The name's have been changed to protect the identity of those involved.)

One day, I was at my friend Blake's house with my friends Ivana and Nora. When it was around five o'clock, we decided we would walk the nine hundred feet up the road to the gas station, where we bought junk food and soda.
After purchasing our goods, we hung out at a picnic table just outside the gas station. We just laughed and talked, goofed around, when we noticed a bus pull into the gas pump.
It was a short school bus, with red paint covering the lettering and stop sign on the bus. We didn't look for a license plate. I was able to see inside the bus for a split second and saw that the thing was in disrepair, the seats drawn on and beat up.
There were three people inside, all male. One kid about our age, fifteen, and a younger one. The driver was older, with white hair and startling blue eyes covered by thin, wire glasses. The people inside stared at us as they drove by, the boy our age staring straight at Nora.
We thought nothing of it, except for a sense of unease as the bus drove by, until Ivana noticed something strange.
No one had gotten out of the bus. They sat there for ten minutes at the gas pump, and no one got out to get gas or to get anything from inside. We got freaked out when Ivana told us that, and we decided to leave. About three hundred feet away from Blake's house, which was on a private street of just houses, the bus pulled out of the gas station and went up the road we would've gone on to go inside Blake's house.
Ivana and I sprinted for the backyard, hiding ourselves under the stairs, but Nora and Blake went out front to see what the bus wanted. They came back to us about two minutes later, telling us the bus left.
We went inside scared, but, being the stupid, invincible youths we were, decided to go back outside. We went down to the river behind Blake's house and laughed and shouted, being the idiots we were, and the bus didn't come back. But then, we decided to hang out on the covered bridge above the river, where thank God, there were poles to keep people from driving on it.
We were there for about five minutes when the bus came back. My three friends sprinted away, up the hill to safety, but I stayed to see if the bus had to turn around. It didn't. It went as close as it could to the bridge and just stopped. It turned off all its lights and stopped.
I immediately turned around and hurried to join my friends on top of the hill, where we decided we would go the long way around to Blake's house to avoid the people on the bus. After about thirty minutes of walking, however, it started to get dark and cold. Without a phone to call for help, we chose to face the people on the bus and turned back the way we came.
When we were at a spot in top of a hill, we decided I, being the one with the best eyesight, would look to see if the bus was still there. It was with great relief I informed them it left. But... it hadn't.
The red bus pulled into the darkest part of the street, one covered by shadows, and turned off all of its lights. With the impending darkness, we couldn't see it, so we returned to the safety of Blake's house. But when we were about fifty feet away, we decided to run the rest of the way to the front door. About a foot into that run, Blake's mom opened the door, causing the bus to immediately turn on its lights and drive away. We got inside, to safety, where we sat quietly and tried to process what just happened. We did that for an hour before we decided to call the police. I was the only one who talked to them, and they basically said they couldn't do anything, not without the license plate. I hung up with them, and returned to my friends, where we were able to laugh a lot of the fear away.

So, yeah. That's my story. We haven't seen the bus since, but one of my friends from school said he saw a bus that looked similar to the one I told him about.
Please, if you see it, be wary. I don't want anyone to be hurt, most certainly not my precious little readers. Thanks for reading, and be cautious.