Being a bus driver is a truly fantastic experience. I transport young, budding minds to our educational system and see them grow into wonderful human beings. A noisy bus is good; everyone is socializing, laughing, and talking.
I am a spare bus driver, and I can drive new routes and meet new faces. I was on this run for the first time, taking everyone home. The kids were chatting away, obeying the one primary rule of staying seated, and even asking permission to change seats when I was stopped. They are truly great kids.
It was a peaceful end to this day, and I was absorbing every second of it.
A noise.
What is that?
I had thrown my route map onto the dash and guessed that the noise was from the defrost vibrating the papers. I moved it aside.
Noise gone.
Noise forgotten.
I dropped off a kid at her house, and the noise returned.
What is that?
I looked at my map, but that was not the source of the noise.
I would continue, and this time, a boy was dropped off. I had already forgotten the noise when it came again.
I am not imagining this sound.
It was creepy.
The Grudge creepy.
It would make itself known to me. It did not matter if I had dropped off a kid or if I was driving a long stretch. The sound uttered sinister.
Some of you know that my house is haunted. I have posted many times of the spooky encounters that I/we have experienced here. We have gone through a long spell of nothing, only for it to start to happen again. Did this spector that haunts my home transfer itself onto the bus? Did I find myself in another haunted reality, different from the one that is my home?
The unnerving Grudge sound would find its way to be heard, even when I was finished with the kids and driving back. My only escape from this presence was to get off the bus.
I have no answers to what this experience was about, nor can I even theorize what or where the sound was originating. An experience that I hope never repeats itself.
Spooky.
