Well, here goes nothing, i guess.
My name is Lawrence Sinclair. I'm currently writing this from in my bed, mostly because my mind wouldn't stop bothering me unless I shared this story with someone. I don't know why the hell my brain would want to tell anyone of this, as I'm sure people would call me a schizo, but I think it wants me to, warn people? I don't know. I took some of those over-the-counter melatonin supplements, I tried focusing on other things, everything. I don't want to share what happened.
But yet, here I am, typing out the worst bus-ride of my entire- No, just the worst ride of my life. Ever.
It was late, I was in the middle of nowhere. Seriously, the only thing that was there was just road. I was driving over to my friend's house because my house was being tent fumigated. I don't know how or why it happened, but my car's battery went out. I was basically fucked. I tried calling some of my friends, but, because of my luck, I had no signal. I don't even think there was even a power pole anywhere near me for the next 10 miles. There was nothing I could do. So, I started walking. I know, it was stupid, but maybe I could find like a gas station or a house or just something that could help. And I guess I got what I wished for.
There was a bus-stop. It looked so out of place that I thought I was seeing things, but it was a legitimate bus-stop. The more I got closer to it, the more....Comfy? Is that the word? I felt like I struck the jackpot with each and every step, basically.
I sat down on the bench, and waited. It couldn't have been more than 3 minutes before a bus came over. The doors opened, and the driver let me in. I have to say, out of all the things I saw on that bus, I disliked him the least. He was a old guy, maybe mid-to-late 50's, wearing a white tank-top with a denim vest. He had a shitload of buttons on his jacket. Most of them being variations of smiley faces. He constantly held this smile on his face, but his eyes were just drained of all emotion, it was like staring at a mannequin.
"Where ya headin'?" was the first words out of his mouth, like he's been preparing to say this for his entire life. It took me off guard a bit, I was admittedly half-asleep, but those words were enough for me to get my shit together.
I stood up and gave him the directions to my friend's house, I also told him about my car and how I was basically stranded. I went to reach for my wallet, but he held his hand up. "No need fella, this ride's free, You need a little luck today."
I thanked him and sat down next to a young woman. The bus doors closed, and we went off. "Don't worry about your car either, I got a friend that can help.". At that point, I felt like all of my stress just vanished into thin air, and I just slouched in my seat and tried to doze off again. Emphasize on "Tried".
The second I closed my eyes, I started hearing whispering. I shrugged it off, and just tried to go back to sleep, then I heard people chattering, I opened my eyes, and every seat was taken by other "people". I say "people" because they didn't look like people. At all. They looked like creatures that vaguely resembled people. Some of them had misshapen body parts, some of them were huge, hell, some of them were even different colors, like red, purple, blue, pale, etcetera. They all shared one thing in common though, they al looked on the brink of death. One of them was missing their fucking torso and was bleeding all over the floor for Christ's sake. They all spoke english, but most of their sentences were just mangled words. I did hear one conversation between two of these people though, it went like: "YOU WERE AT WHERE?" "I WAS AT WHEN" "THEN WHAT WAS AT WHO?" 'ME!" followed by a burst of laughter. That's literally their exact conversation. There was more, but I was too focused on the lady I was sitting next to that everything was tuned out.
Her eyes were completely wide open. It looked like her eyes were just fucking circles, and, to add the goddamn cherry on top, her pupils were gigantic. Her skin was a blueish-white hue, with long, thick, black hair. Literally, her hair was so long to the point where it was pretty much draping over the back of our seat. She was nude, too. She didn't have nipples, genitals, or even organs. And I know the third because her mid-section was torn wide open, exposing most of her skeleton. She looked at me as I was looking at her skeleton.
"Collarbone maxillae sternum ribs.". She then started rubbing her ribs, all the while groaning and moaning in....pleasure? I think?
I tried to stand up on the bus, but the lady grabbed me by the back of my shirt collar and sat me back down. I tried the emergency exit, but the handle fucking broke. I felt like I was about to have a goddamn heart attack. All of my goddamn senses were going wack, and I'm pretty sure I was on the verge of tears. I plugged my ears, but the voices were still clear as day. The lady was still just saying different types of bones while rubbing her exposed skeleton.
I was trying to scream, but it felt like my tongue was tied in five different goddamn ways. And even then, as soon as I started to scream, the lady held it open and ripped out my fucking tooth, which somehow made me even more unable to speak.
I bashed the lady's head into the window, shattering it, and, surprise surprise, the lady went apeshit. Not because I slammed her head into the window of a bus, but because I found a way to escape. I reached for the broken window and just, jumped out. As soon as I hit the ground, I started running for 2 minutes or so before I passed out. I should've dealt with my bleeding gums, but I'm sure I would've been dead before I could.
I later woke up in my car. The battery started working, and I just floored it to my friend's house. I didn't tell him, I just plopped myself on his couch and slept. He wouldn't stop asking about it for the past 5 days. I told him some bullshit about almost getting robbed or something like that. The rest is just a blur.
And now, here I am. Back in my house, writing this. Hopefully, my mind will stop bothering me after I write this. I don't know what the hell happened, but whatever it was, I'm sure that I'll see it again. And when I do, It'll be when I take my final breath, and the only thing I'll see is a bunch of smiley faces waiting for me.