Driving at Midnight
Author's note: Sorry if I was a horrible writer, this is the first time I wrote a pasta. I will try to improve the story if and I hope you guys could give me some tips or criticize the story if you must.
Once there was a bus driver, who was on a night shift. It was around midnight when the following story took place. There was only one passenger left, and the bus was utterly silent. The passenger was a woman with long hair, wearing a red shirt and sitting in the third row.
The driver had already passed by most of the stops, and yet the woman still had not left the bus. The driver wondered where the woman could possibly be going.
It was very late for a woman to be out by herself, and they weren't in the friendliest part of town. The night began changing his thoughts, and he started to fear this mysterious woman. For all he knew, she might be some sinister apparition, a vicious ghost come to haunt him even. "What am I thinking? Ghosts don't exist." he thought to himself, smiling and shaking his head at the silliness of the idea. Just then, he glanced in the rear-view mirror and realized that the woman was gone.
He stopped the bus immediately in shock, and looked back. The woman was still in her seat. She looked at him and gave a little smile, perfectly nonchalant. The driver looked toward the front again, and exhaled slowly. He took a moment to pause, convincing himself that it must be his imagination.
It had been a long day, after all. Not long after, he checked his mirror again, and once again the her reflection was missing. He did a double take, sure that he had mistaken. But no, she was really gone. He pounded on the brakes and looked behind him. What he saw made him break into a cold sweat.
There, right in her seat, was the woman. With the horrifying new addition of a battered and bloodied head, and red eyes. The driver was so terrified that he was unable to say a word, heart skipping several beats. The woman suddenly said to him,
"Why did you keep on stopping the bus like that whenever I wanted to tie my shoelaces? Now because of you, I banged my head against the chair and I hit my head so badly that there's blood!"
Credited to Janniex
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