Ghost Story #2
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When I was young, I went to town to work with a
group of friends during
our summer holidays of two months. Being young
and away from home for
the first time, we drank and smoke like nobody's
business.
One night, we were pissed drunk and flagged the
last bus down to go
home.
Being tired, we slept in the bus.
It had been awhile that I fell asleep. I was awake
by the chilly wind. I
was shocked to find that there was no one in the
bus, and I was the last
passenger. I looked in front to check out for the
driver. But the driver
was no where in sight. Yet, the bus was moving.
I panicked shitless. I rubbed my eyes to make
sure that I was not
dreaming. The night was dark and cold.
I hysterically jumped out from the bus and tried to
run as hard as I
could to get away.
Then I heard someone yelled at me from
behind the bus.
"Hey! Don't run away! Come over here and help to
push the bus!" yelled
the bus driver.
I saw my other friends helping to push the bus,
which broke down while I
was asleep.
