Bus stop

9 2 1
                                    

As I woke up to the sounds of a horn honking, I looked at the time, 3:30 am. "Odd" I said aloud, I peaked outside my window, my jaw dropping in shock as the area around the bus glowed eerily, blood was trickling down the bus. The bus driver didn't even look human, I quickly hid under the window, the 'bus driver' still honking, I waited for about 30  minuets for the bus to go, writing this in a notebook I had no care for, noting everything I saw. My mother didn't believe me when I told her, but the look in her eyes said it all,"was this normal?" That question pondering constantly in my brain, seeing how my mom reacted made it worse, I told the guidance counselor about it, him saying not to go out during that time, another question also pondered, "what was happening in our small town?"
________
This is my first thing, please don't judge me if I mess something up, it's short I know
- Apollo child (still thinking of  my nickname)

Short horror stuff for your books!Where stories live. Discover now