The Last Ride of the Haunted Terminal

The old bus terminal stood at the edge of town, shrouded in mist and forgotten by time. It was a place of whispers and legends, where the line between the living and the dead seemed to blur. The teenagers, driven by curiosity and a sense of adventure, had heard tales of the haunted bus that never arrived, the ghostly passengers who vanished without a trace, and the eerie terminal that never closed its doors.

One cold, misty evening, the group of friends decided to explore the terminal. They had all heard the stories, but none of them truly believed they would encounter the supernatural. As they pushed open the heavy, creaking gate, they were greeted by the sound of rustling leaves and the faint scent of decay.

The terminal was vast, with rows upon rows of empty bus bays, each illuminated by flickering lights. The air was thick with dust and the stench of mildew. The teenagers wandered deeper into the terminal, their footsteps echoing off the cold concrete walls.

Suddenly, they heard a faint whisper. "You’re too late," it said, echoing through the empty halls. The group exchanged nervous glances, their hearts pounding in their chests. They had heard the stories, but they had never expected to be confronted by a ghost so soon.

"Who’s there?" one of the teenagers called out, their voice trembling.

There was no reply. Instead, they felt a cold breeze brush past them, causing their hair to stand on end. They turned around, searching the terminal for any sign of the ghost, but there was nothing to be seen.

The teenagers continued their exploration, each step taking them further into the unknown. They passed by a bus that was half-submerged in the floor, its windows fogged with condensation. They found a ticket booth, its counter covered in cobwebs and dust. They even stumbled upon a small, abandoned office, its desk cluttered with papers and a dusty typewriter.

As they moved deeper into the terminal, the whispers grew louder, more insistent. "You must find the ghost bus," they heard. "It’s waiting for you."

The group reached the last bus bay, where an old, decrepit bus was parked. Its windows were shattered, and its doors hung open, revealing a dimly lit interior. They stepped inside, their eyes adjusting to the darkness. The bus was filled with the scent of old leather and the sound of rustling papers.

Suddenly, they felt a presence. It was a cold hand on their shoulder, causing them to jump. "We’re here," the hand whispered. "The last ride of the ghost bus is about to begin."

The teenagers exchanged worried glances, their hearts pounding. They knew they had to leave, but they were trapped. The ghostly passengers began to appear, their faces twisted in anger and sorrow. They were the lost souls who had never made it home, the ones who had vanished without a trace.

The ghost bus began to move, its engine growling as it lurched forward. The teenagers were thrown against the walls, their screams echoing through the empty interior. The ghostly passengers surrounded them, their hands reaching out, their eyes filled with despair.

As the bus pulled away from the terminal, the teenagers realized they were trapped. They had become part of the ghost bus, the living souls who would never return to the world of the living. The cold hand on their shoulder grew stronger, pulling them deeper into the darkness.

In the final moments, one of the teenagers found the courage to scream. "Let me go!" she cried. The ghostly passengers released their grip, and the bus came to a halt. The teenagers stumbled out of the bus, their legs weak and trembling.

They had made it out alive, but the experience had changed them forever. The terminal was now a place of fear and reverence, a reminder of the thin veil that separates the living from the dead. The teenagers had witnessed the last ride of the ghost bus, and they would never forget the chilling truth they had uncovered.

The old bus terminal stood at the edge of town, a silent sentinel of the supernatural. And every night, the whispers continued, drawing curious souls to its dark, forgotten halls. But for the teenagers, the experience had left an indelible mark, a haunting reminder of the dangers that lurk in the shadows.