Ghost Bus

Ever wondered what a ghost bus ride to hell would be like? Read this short story to have a ride of your life time which might be your last.

As I’m traveling by bus today, so I thought of writing this scary bus horror story. Hope you like it. 🙂

It was a Friday night and Varun had to reach New Delhi early morning for a job interview. His secluded village didn’t have a bus stand so they had to wait on the roadside for a bus. It was getting late and no bus towards Delhi passed by him.

He would be late for his interview if a bus didn’t stop for him in the next hour. It was almost 1 when a really old bus stopped in front of him. Nowadays buses have doors that open automatically but this one had manually opening doors. It was an odd choice of transport but due to his desperation, Varun decided to go for it. He texted his mom that he had gotten a bus and was on his way.

He got on the bus and the conductor showed him to his seat. It was a window seat fortunately as the bus smelled like dead meat. He quickly opened the window to let some fresh air in. The conductor asked for Rupees 40 for the ticket. This was also peculiar as this was the price when his mother used to travel by bus as a child. The conductor even had an old transport corporation uniform.

He handed the bus conductor the money in exchange for a ticket. When the conductor handed him the ticket, their hands touched briefly and Varun felt a sudden chill down his spine.

He examined the ticket closely. He saw that the date on the ticket was 13th September, 1991. That spooked him so he asked the conductor about it. He said, “Sahib purana print hai! ” roughly translated sir it’s an old  print. 
Varun was a little relieved but as the journey continued he saw some pretty weird and spooky things on it. The lights flickered a lot and whenever there was a flickering incident, Varun could swear he saw that the windows of the bus were broken and there was blood everywhere but as soon as lights became normal all those went away. He blamed it on his sleep deprivation.

There was a woman sitting beside him. She was extremely silent. She kept staring into nothingness. Because of her Varun noticed the rest of the passengers. All of them were catatonic, even the conductor and driver. He said, “Excuse me, could you move your legs? I need to go talk to the driver. I think he missed a turn.”

No reply. Not even a turn of head or leg movement. He was terrified now. He jumped over her to reach the conductor. “What the hell is going on?” he demanded. No reply again. The conductor kept saying these words on repeat. “Gunha Ki Saza Jahannum” which meant The punishment for sin is hell.

Varun went to the driver and asked him to stop the bus. The driver was saying the same words. Suddenly the whole bus started saying the same words. The lights flickered again. But this time they went all dark. Everyone kept reciting the same words. Varun said, “Hello??”

He looked out the front window and saw a broken bridge about a mile ahead on the road. They were heading straight for it. He couldn’t see what was inside the bus. He screamed, “HELP!!!  I DON’T WANNA DIE!!” Lights were back on but this time he saw something different.

He saw that everyone on the bus was inhuman. Some had their face torn off and only the skull was visible. Some had no limbs. There were fatal bruises and cuts on everyone’s faces. He looked at the conductor and got startled. The conductor had no head!

Everyone got up and started coming towards Varun. Varun tried to escape but it was impossible on the bus. Everyone grabbed him and made him look towards the road ahead. The bus went head first onto the broken bridge and collided with the concrete drainage bed below it. The impact made the bus catch fire. There were no survivors.

Mom to the Rescue

Varun’s mom tried calling him the next day and found that the number was not reachable. She checked the text he had sent carefully and found the registration number of the bus. After enquiry she found out that that bus fell down the under construction bridge on the way to the capital and there were no survivors on September 13th, 1991.

His mom took another bus to the crash site to find that the bridge was fully constructed and there was no wreckage on the drainage. His mom burst into tears as a day before she had warned Varun not to travel on Friday the 13th.