I remember on the first day of 8th grade, seeing a bus come by. A highschool bus, to be more specific. Of course that isn't the strange thing. It was dark orange, murky, and covered by dust. It was really slow, and the windows were dark. So you couldn't see anything as it passed by, and when it came I swear you could almost hear...screaming. like a child screaming non-stop. But nobody else heard it, and thought it was just because I was tired.
Everyday it came by, and everyday I still couldn't see inside the windows. All I could see was the driver. He looked, almost normal. He sported a creepy smile, wide and showed his rotten teeth. His skin as far as I could tell was a pasty white, and his eyes black. A pitch black, that I've only seen in horror movies. He had no hair, not even eyebrows on his ugly face...I just ignored all of that.
Soon i was done with 8th grade and ready for summer. I looked up as much as I could about bus 349, since I had all the spare time. Nothing appeared, except one thing. Apparently bus 349 was a bus made in the early 1900's. The person who drived that bus was insane, and one day had enough of everyone. So he went on his regular route, and after picking up all of the kids. He...He...ran them off a cliff, into shark infested water.
All of them died, if not from the impact, or drowning, they got torn apart and eaten by the sharks. After reading all of that, I looked up the driver...And I saw him. The highschool bus driver, but his black eyes were a dark hazel. And his pasty skin, was a regular white. His face was in a frown at that time, and he had long hair. And bushy eyebrows. But no doubt the same guy, I was immediately freaked out and immediately knew why I could never see anyone on there.
They were all dead, and that highschool bus was the one I was going to ride after summer
