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BALEN ﮼هەرکی🖤
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After that night… None of us answered unknown numbers anymore. None of us looked out our windows after dark. And none of us ever talked about Bus 23. Not because we forgot. Because every time we did… Something happened. ⸻ Three weeks passed. Nothing. Then one morning… I got to school early. The parking lot was almost empty. As I walked toward the entrance… I noticed fresh tire tracks leading across the grass. Straight to the front doors. They didn’t stop. They disappeared… Into the building. ⸻ I told the principal. He looked outside. Saw nothing. No tracks. No mud. Nothing. He smiled politely. “You’ve been watching too many scary movies.” I almost believed him. Until first period. ⸻ Our teacher was taking attendance. “Ethan.” “Here.” “Claire.” “Here.” She paused. Confused. Then read another name. “…Passenger Twenty-Four?” The classroom went silent. Nobody answered. She frowned. “I don’t know why that’s on my roster.” She crossed it out. And kept going. ⸻ The lights flickered. Just once. Then the classroom door slowly opened. Nobody was there. Our teacher walked over. Closed it. As she turned around… The attendance sheet slid off her desk. One name had been added back. Passenger Twenty-Four This time… There was a checkmark beside it. ⸻ At lunch… I found Ethan. He looked terrified. Without saying a word… He handed me his phone. Someone had created a group chat. The members were: Me. Ethan. Claire. And… Bus 23 No profile picture. No phone number. Just the words: Bus 23 Then a message appeared. Missing two passengers. Another message. Route resumes tonight. ⸻ We left school together. Nobody wanted to be alone. As we crossed the parking lot… A yellow school bus drove past. Not unusual. Except… It had no number painted on the side. The windows were completely black. The driver slowed as he passed us. He lifted one hand. Not to wave. To count. One… Two… Three… Then he drove away. ⸻ That night… At exactly 3:13 AM… Every streetlight outside my house went out. One by one. Until my entire street was dark. Then… I heard the brakes. The same long squeal. I refused to look. I remembered what happened last time. Then my phone vibrated. A new message. From Bus 23. It was a live photo. Taken from inside the bus. I could see rows of empty seats. Rain running down the windows. At the very front… The driver was staring into the mirror. Looking directly at me. Even though I hadn’t opened my curtains. Then another message appeared. We found Passenger Twenty-Four. I stared at the screen. Another message. Now we need the driver. Before I could even process what that meant… A final message appeared. One sentence. That made my stomach drop. Check your driveway. I looked outside. The bus wasn’t there anymore. Only one thing remained. A brand-new stop sign… Folded out… Right in front of my house. And beneath it… Someone had written in black marker: NEXT PICKUP: TOMORROW – 3:13 AM. To Be Continued… #fyp #viral #scarytiktoks #scary #scarystories
After that night… None of us answered unknown numbers anymore. None of us looked out our windows after dark. And none of us ever talked about Bus 23. Not because we forgot. Because every time we did… Something happened. ⸻ Three weeks passed. Nothing. Then one morning… I got to school early. The parking lot was almost empty. As I walked toward the entrance… I noticed fresh tire tracks leading across the grass. Straight to the front doors. They didn’t stop. They disappeared… Into the building. ⸻ I told the principal. He looked outside. Saw nothing. No tracks. No mud. Nothing. He smiled politely. “You’ve been watching too many scary movies.” I almost believed him. Until first period. ⸻ Our teacher was taking attendance. “Ethan.” “Here.” “Claire.” “Here.” She paused. Confused. Then read another name. “…Passenger Twenty-Four?” The classroom went silent. Nobody answered. She frowned. “I don’t know why that’s on my roster.” She crossed it out. And kept going. ⸻ The lights flickered. Just once. Then the classroom door slowly opened. Nobody was there. Our teacher walked over. Closed it. As she turned around… The attendance sheet slid off her desk. One name had been added back. Passenger Twenty-Four This time… There was a checkmark beside it. ⸻ At lunch… I found Ethan. He looked terrified. Without saying a word… He handed me his phone. Someone had created a group chat. The members were: Me. Ethan. Claire. And… Bus 23 No profile picture. No phone number. Just the words: Bus 23 Then a message appeared. Missing two passengers. Another message. Route resumes tonight. ⸻ We left school together. Nobody wanted to be alone. As we crossed the parking lot… A yellow school bus drove past. Not unusual. Except… It had no number painted on the side. The windows were completely black. The driver slowed as he passed us. He lifted one hand. Not to wave. To count. One… Two… Three… Then he drove away. ⸻ That night… At exactly 3:13 AM… Every streetlight outside my house went out. One by one. Until my entire street was dark. Then… I heard the brakes. The same long squeal. I refused to look. I remembered what happened last time. Then my phone vibrated. A new message. From Bus 23. It was a live photo. Taken from inside the bus. I could see rows of empty seats. Rain running down the windows. At the very front… The driver was staring into the mirror. Looking directly at me. Even though I hadn’t opened my curtains. Then another message appeared. We found Passenger Twenty-Four. I stared at the screen. Another message. Now we need the driver. Before I could even process what that meant… A final message appeared. One sentence. That made my stomach drop. Check your driveway. I looked outside. The bus wasn’t there anymore. Only one thing remained. A brand-new stop sign… Folded out… Right in front of my house. And beneath it… Someone had written in black marker: NEXT PICKUP: TOMORROW – 3:13 AM. To Be Continued… #fyp #viral #scarytiktoks #scary #scarystories
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