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The Unknown Bus
An original story I wrote more than a year ago. It was inspired by all the nights I myself had to wait for my bus after getting off at workđ
GUYS I KNOW MY ACC HAS BEEN DEAD FOR A WHILE IVE BEEN BUSYđ pls enjoy this pookie, Iâll make a comeback soonđđ
As the girl was leaving the mall, she noticed that not a single soul was present. Not bothered at first, she made her way to the exit only to see no one lingering outside like she usually would see everyday after work.
Walking out the mall, the world was bare from any life, no cars parked sparsely, and no people loitering around waiting for their ride. It was foggy and dark, a light mist in the air from the previous rainfall. Despite the empty lot and mall, the lights from the theatre nearby shun brightly, along with the light posts scattered in the area. It offered the girl the slightest bit of comfort.
In the distance, she saw a vehicle at the bus stop she usually waited at, the bright glowing orange lights the only color in the misty darkness. Slowly walking towards this bus, she wondered if she had stepped into a different world.
She felt chills run down her arms, the coat she wore doing nothing against the phantom cold.
Nearing the unknown bus, she read its headlights. Sparrows Lane. Finally standing at the bus stop, the girl tried to avoid contact with the driver, but he never turned in her direction to acknowledge her. The doors suddenly opened, the lights flooding out and a warm breeze hitting her as she stared at the driver.
The Bus Driver sat still, eyes never straying from the windshield in front of him. He wore a navy blue vest and navy trousers. The crisp white button up he wore gave his outfit a sharp, yet fashionable look. The hat on his head was a shiny black, the light reflecting off of it clearly.
Yet despite how fancy he looked, the hat casted an ominous shadow over his face, the bottom half only visible in the light.
Unsure of what to do, she shifted uncomfortably. After a moment of hesitation, she asked, âAre you heading towards Gaven Streetâs main road?â
The Bus Driver gave no reply.
Unsettled by his lack of response, she slightly backed away from the entrance of the bus, letting the driver know she was not going to enter the strange bus.
The Bus Driver waited a few seconds more until he finally closed the door. The bus let out a hiss, the exhaust pipe blowing out black smoke. The bus slowly drove away, turning the corner and traveling down the road, disappearing from the girls view.
Shuddering, she slowly sat down on the curb of the sidewalk, putting down her bag, while staring off into the foggy distance.
Taking out her phone, she noticed that none of her apps would fully load. It was then that she realized there was no service available.
âThatâs so weird, I literally just had service a few minutes agoâŚâ, eyebrows furrowed, she suspiciously looked around her. Something wasnât right.
Settling her phone down in her bag, the girl sat in silence thinking of how strange her night had become since leaving her job. Checking the time quickly, five minutes exactly had gone by when she heard the sound of a car approaching her. More like a large truck in fact.
Glancing behind her with hope, the girls eyes widen as the familiar bus drove around the lot, heading straight towards the bus stop. Abruptly standing up, she yanked her bag from the ground and took a few steps back as the bus stopped right in front of her. The light from the bus did little to comfort her in the darkness as it once did before.
The door opened, revealing the Bus Driver once again, the same sharp clothing and the same shiny hat on top of his head, patiently waiting for her to board the bus. Huffing slightly, the girl had no choice but to speak.
âWhat do you want? I wonât get on, itâs not going where I need to go.â Despite speaking with confidence, it slowly diminished as the Bus Driver paid her no attention again, simply offering her his silence.
She stood there for what felt like hours, which was only a few minutes, contemplating if it was worth taking this strange bus to somewhere she didnât know. She had to be reasonable though, the bus was the only thing that seemed to be coming and going from this place, which meant if she continued refusing passage, who knows how long she would be stuck here for.
Sighing in defeat, the girl went to step on the bus until the Bus Driver stopped her with his hand held up.
Looking at him with surprise, she followed where his hand was pointing to. A small sign with fancy lettering which read â1 Paper Cash Per Person.â seemed to appear out of nowhere.
âI donât carry cash on me, I use an online ticket for all my buses.â Going to step off the bus feeling slightly relieved, she was once again stopped by the Bus Driver.
His hand slowly traveled towards the side of his vests pocket, patting it twice and then pointing towards the girls jacket pockets.
With confusion written in her eyes, she went to search her pockets like a fool, exclaiming, âSir, I told you I donât carry cash with-â
She felt her heart drop as her voice died down, her hand coming into contact with a thick piece of paper. Slowly pulling it out from her pocket, she eyes made contact with the dollar like paper, the color an off blue with the number 1 written on the top two corners. One Paper Dollar. In amazement and horror she held the paper dollar with both of her hands, asking if this was her payment. The Bus Driver sat in silence.
Gripping the paper, she slipped it into the machine, in which the Bus Driver gave the girl a single bus ticket which said One Way - SPARROWS LANE. Slowly making her way to the middle of the bus, the girl sat down on a seat, a little frightened of the event that had just happened. Settling her bag down on the seat next to her, she waited for the mysterious driver to finally leave the familiar place she had grown attached to.
The bus hissed as the man started the bus, slowly turning it at the corner and driving away from the mall and the theatre.
The girl had no idea where she was going, if she was even safe on the bus that seemed to appear from nowhere. Accepting her fate, the girl looked out the window next to her, watching as the fog covered the trees she passed by, extremely weary of where the Bus Driver was taking her.
Wherever this Sparrows Lane was, the girl was sure she would have to find a way back home as it was apparent to her that she was no longer in her world.
Despite the unsettling feeing this unknown bus gave her, she found that she wasnât as scared as she thought she would be.
The tender sprouts will grow to the sky, and the dew that falls from their branches will rid you of sickness and poison.
Yaoshi - The Abundance