Bus

I suppose I should start this by telling you I am not insane. No matter what I tell you, I can assure you I am not insane. The story I am about to tell you DID happen, but because it sounds so crazy, I have hidden it from the rest of the world. 
I used to take the bus from my home to my job on a daily basis, I lived about twenty minutes away and we all know how expensive gas can be. Nothing of interest ever really happened, save for the occasional insane person that are so common in our little bussing community. I'm sure everyone who has ever ridden one knows exactly what I'm talking about. This was a normal Monday for me, very tiring and very annoying, as are all Mondays. I just wanted to get home as fast as possible and take a nap. I boarded the bus at my usual stop, East 6th street, at my usual time, 6:30 p.m. 
When I boarded, the heavy atmosphere smacked me in the face. It was eerily silent. This isn't normal for a big-city bus, especially one as crowded as that one. I looked towards the bus driver to see I could barely make out his features in the shadow that surrounded him. I attributed that to the weather, it being a dark and gloomy winter day, one where it seems to be ten at night when it is really five in the afternoon. He didn't speak as I inserted my money into the fare-box and, instead, closed the door behind me in response. I turned to face my fellow riders, but I could not make out many specific features, all I could see was their eyes. All of them were facing forward, not moving, not speaking, not blinking. I thought it strange, but paid it not much mind as I took my seat towards the back. Seeing as a twenty minute drive by car took a good hour by bus I closed my eyes and dozed off.
When I awoke, I was groggy, wondering how much time had passed. I glanced out the window but I couldn't make anything out, it was pitch black. I began to regain consciousness and looked around the bus. The bus didn't seem to have gained or lost any passengers, all of them still facing forward, still staring with those unblinking eyes. Now I began to worry - there was something wrong with these people. I let out a small cough, and instantly realized that it was the worst possible thing for me to do. In a split second every cold unblinking eye on the bus snapped in my direction. Every person staring... at me. I was frightened, no doubt, but what could I do? I tried to block them out, but I could feel their unbreaking stares burrowing into my skull, filling my veins with ice. I wanted to cry, but I decided against it. I needed to blend in, I had to do something. So I tried to camouflage myself. I turned and faced the front, a cold sweat pouring down my brow, and did the best I could to stare at the front of the bus, not blinking. Slowly, they all began to look away until I finally was free of their gaze. I gave myself what seemed like an hour, but was likely ten minutes or so, before I tried to move again. Slowly I looked out my window, and saw nothing but darkness. Where the hell was I? I scoured my seat, careful not to draw these...people's attention (although I'm not sure they actually WERE people at this point), finding nothing but a cloud of dust that made its way into my nostrils. Then I felt it, the unstoppable feeling, I was going to sound the final bell to my own demise... I had to sneeze.
I tried to stop it, I really tried, but it was to no avail. I sneezed, and this time I received more than stares. Every thing on that bus snapped to me, and begin to rise. I'm not sure how to describe exactly what I saw, but when they rose it seemed like every bone in their body snapped. They rose slowly, their arms twisting, their legs bending, I could hear the sickening sound of bones cracking and crunching with every move they made. I tried to jump up, not knowing what to do, but I found myself paralyzed by fear. The creatures began to thud towards me, the closest reaching out a long, bony hand and grabbing my wrist. The feeling when it touched me will haunt me for the rest of my life. It was cold, it was grimy, moist, it sent shivers down my spine... but there was something else. When he touched me I felt something deep inside me stir, I can't tell you what exactly, because I don't know, but thoughts began to rise in my head. Terrible, terrible thoughts. Thoughts of my closest family, and me - holding a hammer, of me clutching a saw. I can't talk about it, I don't want to talk about it, but it felt so good. So....right. At some point, however, I found myself able to spring up. I shoved the creature back and it tumbled down the small set of stairs on the bus, falling into the group and pushing them away from me. I scrambled to the back of the bus and began to yank at the emergency exit, but it wouldn't budge. I could feel them behind me, and then I could hear them. They were whispering, whispering names. I couldn't make it out exactly, but I know I heard a name or two. I turned to face them, to face my undeniable fate, whether it was death or worse. They reached out their grimy, dead hands - and everything went black.
I heard the hiss of the doors opening. I was sitting in my seat, groggy and slowly regaining consciousness. I shot up, realizing where I was. Looking around I saw it was dark, the bus was filled with people who sat silently, people who were staring at the front of the bus. "This is your stop." I heard a raspy voice call out from the front. I slowly stood, barely regaining composure, almost falling multiple times as I made my way to the front. Not a single person moved, or broke their gaze. I began to climb off the bus when I felt a skeletal hand grab my shoulder. I spun around to see the bus driver, his horrible twisted face, the dark holes he had for eyes, the slits of a nose, the horrifying snake-like mouth. I fell back and landed on the cement just off the bus.
When I opened my eyes again I could hear the normal sounds of a bus return. My vision was blurry, but slowly began to come back into focus. "Hey, are you okay, Sir?" I leaned up to see the bus driver, an ordinary man in an ordinary uniform, staring down at me with a confused and concerned expression. I sat up and glanced back at the bus. People were looking, but they were talking. No one was staring, they were all normal. "Yes," I choked out, and quickly shuffled away from the bus. Was it all a dream? I thought so at first, but then I realized I was, in fact, lying on the ground at the bus stop where I usually get off. I did fall off the bus. What the hell happened then? Was I crazy? No. No, this had to have happened. You believe me, right? You believe I'm not crazy? I walked into my home, and glanced in the mirror that my wife had placed by the front door not so long ago. I looked, I stared at myself. I had no cuts, no bruises. Then I could feel it. The same feeling that I had when that thing grabbed my wrist. I could feel it. Suddenly, images began to form in the mirror, disgusting ones. Murder, rape, dismemberment, I saw it all. People I knew, people I didn't, but I saw myself doing it all. I tried to look away, but I couldn't. No... I could... But.. I didn't want to. I decided I would look just a bit longer, I would look and be careful not to blink, for fear I'd miss something. I'd look only a little longer....
This account has been transcribed and edited by Dr. Blake from an interview with Matthew Edgar Johnstone, a mass murderer who claimed the lives of over forty people in 10 states in the USA. Mr Johnstone is currently awaiting sentencing, after pleading temporary insanity.
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