The Bus
by Madeline Crider, age 11, Ohatchee Elementary School
Oct 29, 2012 | 579 views |  0 comments | 6 6 recommendations | email to a friend | print
One day in the foggy town of Deer Park, Ohio, a dude named Robi will never make it back for dinner. “Bye Mom,” said a boy named Robi who still lives with his parents. He has glasses and wears khakis all the time. He went to look for a job, he said he might look for a bus to drive.

When he got to the old junkyard, he found a bus that was in pretty good shape to be in a junkyard. He went to the side of the bus and what he thought were paint splatters on the side of the bus were really blood. Still thinking it was paint he opened what was left of the doors on the double decker bus and got in. There was not a speck of dust on the dash and that really creeped him out but he just thought it was a newer bus to be coming in. When he got in, he took a look around and there was no dust anywhere and he thought it was newer than he originally thought.

When he sat in the driver’s seat, the keys were still in the ignition, like it had been running the whole time it was there. He pushed in the clutch and turned the key. It started with black smoke coming from the hood. But what he didn’t know when he turned the key was what he let a ghost that had been sleeping in there of over 50 years. The ghost’s name was Areo Witter, and he was an old boxer who won 14 state championships, then just disappeared.

Robi bought the bus to surprise his parents and was going to wash it up and make it look nice but he could not get off the paint splatters. He got some bleach and a white rag and it worked, but not for long. Soon his blood will be on the side of the bus.

When he got done cleaning it, he got back on the bus and saw a piece of paper on the floor so he went back there to get it and he saw blood coming from his foot. His foot had been chopped off and he didn’t even know it. Then he felt a horrible pain coming from his back. He felt it and found a huge gash in his back. He wondered where he had got these. Then he saw a hatchet on the floor. Then he ran out to get help and he saw nobody. Then all of the sudden he was pushed up against the side of the bus and he was whacked on top of the head. And legend has it his angry spirit still haunts that bus.

The end.
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