Ghost Stories

Crazy Bus

Crazy Bus is a short scary story about a boy who takes a ride on a strange bus and gets the fright of his life.

Crazy Bus

For years, my parents had told me about the crazy bus crash that happened near our house years ago. One morning, just days before I was born, my mother had been out in the garden, plucking weeds, when she heard a horrible noise. It was a series of high pitched screams, then a screeching of tires, followed by a tremendous crash. All of the people in the area rushed out of their houses to see what was going on.

Down at the bottom of the old coach road, they found black tire marks leading to a nearby cliff. When they rushed to the cliff edge, they saw the wreckage of a bus down below. It had apparently driven straight off the cliff and crashed on the jagged rocks at the bottom. The people ran down to where the smoking wreckage was lying strewn about, in an effort to help the survivors. They were horrified when they discovered that it was the local school bus and all of the passengers on board were their own children.

The bodies of the dead kids lay tangled in the twisted metal. Some had been thrown out of the bus as it fell and their bodies had smashed against the rocks, killing them on impact. Others had been decapitated by flying glass and shards of metal inside the bus. The parents were screaming and crying as they found the mangled remains of their sons and daughters in the charred wreckage.

When the ambulance and fire department arrived, they found no survivors. Every single child on the bus had been killed in the crash. It was the most horrific disaster the area had ever experienced. In one horrible moment, an entire generation had been wiped out. The parents of the dead children were inconsolable.

A few days later, a huge funeral was held for all of the kids who had perished. People came from miles around to pay their respects and share in the grief. Almost every family in the area had lost a child in the accident. Some had even lost two or three. Almost 40 small coffins were lowered into the ground that day.

An inquest was held shortly afterwards, and police got to the bottom of what had happened and finally determined who was to blame for causing the terrible crash. It seems that a mental patient from the local insane asylum had escaped the night before. He had broken into the bus station and stolen a driver’s uniform. That night, he lay in wait until the doors of the bus station were unlocked. Then, he crept aboard the school bus and drove out through the gates without alerting anyone.

That morning, he drove the school bus around the countryside, picking up all the unsuspecting kids who were waiting by the roadside, on their way to school. He was dressed in a bus driver’s uniform, so nobody suspected a thing. Once he had collected every kid on the route, the mental patient floored the accelerator and drove at high speed off the cliff.

The people in our area never forgot the terrible accident that escaped mental patient caused. When I was growing up, there were not very many other children to play with. Most had been killed in the crazy bus crash. The only kids that survived were those who had been too young to attend school at the time.

The story I am about to tell happened when I was thirteen years old. My parents allowed me to go to the movies at the theater in town. I met a bunch of friends there and we had a great time watching the movie. Afterwards, we lost track of time and it was very late by the time we decided to go home.

I must have been waiting at the bus stop for half an hour before I realized that I had missed the last bus. Cursing myself for being so careless, I wondered how I would manage to get home. It wasn’t all that far to walk, perhaps a mile or two. But the roads were treacherous at night because, in our area, there were no street lamps to light the way. A lot of people had been hit by cars as they walked in the darkness.

I found a payphone and called home. My mom answered and I told her I’d missed the last bus home. She began to panic, telling me that my father was out and had taken the car with him. She wouldn’t be able to pick me up. I told her I’d just walk home, but she begged me not to, saying that the roads were much too dangerous at that time of night. Even worse, it was beginning to snow, which meant that even if a car did manage to see me in the dark, it probably wouldn’t have time to brake before it hit me.

She said she would try to contact our neighbors and see if they would be able to drive into town to pick me up. After I hung up the phone, I began to get impatient. Eventually, I decided that the only thing I could do was walk home by myself, so I set off and hoped for the best.

I was walking along the lonely country road in complete darkness, trying not to trip over a pothole or fall into a ditch, when I saw headlights coming up over the hill behind me. Whether it was a car or a bus, it was coming up very fast, and quite noiselessly through the snow-covered road.

As it drew nearer, I could make out the outlines of the vehicle. It appeared to be a bus and my only hope was that the driver would be able to see me in the dark and stop for me. It came round the bend of the road, and bathed me in bright white light. The headlights blazed through the darkness like a pair of fiery meteors.

I jumped to the side of the road and waved my handbut the bus passed me at full speed and for a moment I feared that I had missed it. But then I heard the screech of brakes and the bus stopped dead a short distance ahead of me. I ran as fast as I could and came up to it just as the door swung open.

As soon as I stepped in, the door shut behind me and the driver took off again at full speed. The bus was dark inside but as my eyes began to adjust, I could see that it was almost full, despite the fact that it was late at night. I found a vacant seat and sat down, resting my weary legs.

The atmosphere of the coach seemed cold. Colder, if possible, than outside, and there was a strange and disagreeable smell. I looked round at the other passengers. They were all silent. They did not seem to be asleep, but each of them stared straight ahead. The deathly quiet was unsettling and the smell was quickly becoming unbearable.

I felt much too ill to say anything at all. The icy coldness inside the bus chilled me to the bone and the strange smell was making me sick. Shivering from head to foot, I turned to the young boy beside me and asked if I could open the window.

He didn’t answer. He didn’t even blink.

I repeated the question more loudly, but still got no answer. When I could no longer stand the stench, I reached across and tried to open the window myself but the latch broke off in my hand. It was then that I realized the window was covered in cobwebs and mildew. In fact, every part of the bus seemed to be in a terrible state of disrepair. Almost decay. The leather seats were crusted with mould, and the floor was literally rotting and breaking away beneath my feet.

I turned to the boy beside me again and asked “What is wrong with this bus?”

Without saying a word, he turned his head slowly and looked me in the face. I will never forget that look as long as I live. My heart turned cold and all the blood drained from my face. His eyes were wide and seemed as if they were popping out of his head. His face was as pale and leathery as a corpse. His bloodless lips were drawn back, showing big yellow teeth.

The words that I was about to utter died upon my lips, and a dreadful feeling of horror came over me. I became aware that everyone on the bus was staring straight at me with the same ghastly look on their faces. Their awful faces were covered in rotting flesh and their clothes were covered in dirt. Only their eyes, their terrible eyes, were living; and those eyes were all staring menacingly at me.

A shriek of terror burst from my lips as I ran down the aisle, threw myself against the door, and tried to open it. In that single instant, as the bus door swung open, I heard a mighty crash and the bus rocked to and fro like a ship in a storm at sea. Then, I heard many voices, children’s voices, all screaming in unison and I felt a crushing pain before everything went black.

It seemed as if I had been unconcious for days when I woke up and found my mom was by my bedside. She told me I had fallen over a cliff, near the old coach-road. The only reason I hadn’t been killed was that I had landed on a deep snowdrift that had accumulated on the rocks beneath. I was discovered at daybreak by a local farmer, who carried me to the nearest hospital. The surgeon found me in a state of raving delirium, with two broken legs, a broken arm and a deep cut on my forehead.

The place where I fell, my mom told me, was the same exact spot where the horrible school bus accident had happened, thirteen years before. Now, you can believe what you want. Some people may call me a liar and others may say I’m just crazy, but I know that thirteen years ago, days before I was born, I was a passenger in that crazy bus crash.


  • hey those want to know what happened to the mental patient. well he died. in the story they said that there were no survivors i was searching this story awesome one sfk

  • I think the kid in that story wasn’t the reincarnation of someone from that crazy bus crush. What I think is he accidentally ride the ghost of that bus and travelled to the past where the bus crash happened and then transported into the present again ‘causing for him to fall to the cliff. Good story!

  • that was fabulous! I loved this one… Although the last line did not make any sense….. The fact is the crazy bus accident happened once again….with ghosts of people who were killed…

  • I Never Experienced Any Kind Of Scary Paranormal Activity, So I Don’t Know What To Do In That Kind Of Problem

  • I think that’s weird. Am I the only one who noticed this? Basically he/ she was on the bus 13 yrs ago and they died then their mum had them again and they nearly died they were just on the bus with their old class mates but they didn’t know it!

  • Wait, if he survived then where did he end up? I mean, like did he end up on the side of the road or something and he was what, about three? Last time I checked 3 year-olds don’t really go to school. Well, techinically he did survive the crash I guess because he rode the bus that night, it crashed and he survived but that’s the only way I see how he could be a survivor.

  • i would have brang a tourch if it was dark and i was going out and why on earth if u had a car would u go on a school bus.

  • Ok now I’m never getting on the bus in the morning! I dont wanna die D: I’m to awesome! xD but we have a small bridge and turning roads so it’s easy to crash..0.o good story. Don’t wanna die. Nice story btw Eric!(:

  • this story is really cool thats the last time I am going in a bus which stinks of corpse well once I get on I probably wouldnt be able to get out but I would smash the window and jump out before it falls of the cliff

  • That is so sad. Though they never did mention what happened to the mental patient. That is exactly why I think anyone who is mentally insane should DIE!!!!!!!!!! I don’t why I should pay taxes so I can care for them!

  • everyone at the end he means that he was supposed to be on the bus when it happened. reincarnation basically. why else would the bus have stopped for him?

  • Eric- nice story and are you sure this happenend it must have been a really shy ghost then!

  • I have a story once there was a boy named Derek he was 13 and had been liveing in his house for four years over the years he had many ghostly encounters like bang on his attic door he had even seen green mist one day he was up in his room with the door locked his parents were outside he heard someone knock on his door very hard so he went and opened it thinking it was his mom when he opened it there was no one just the sound of footsteps running downstairs but both his parent were to old to run so he went downstairs and after that everything went blank so he learner that some one had died near his house a few years before he moved in he went to his room and said the name and asked it to stop he never heard knocking or saw anything ghostly again the scathe thing is this is true it happened to me my real name is Eric believe me or not this actually happened I’m not lying.


    Wait so he’s telling the story about what happened on the bus and that he is the only survivor?


    He heard the story before and he was on a ghost bus which crashed also and then he says that was before he was born –


    this story doesn’t make sense AT ALL

  • What he mean’s is before he was born, He was alive on that bus and when he died he was reborn as the child, Basically, Rencarnation. He died on the bus and was reborn as the child. Hope that helped you guy’s :)

  • watch the movie trick or treat.. close to the begining this same stuff happens.. then some other crazy stuff actually a pretty weird and good movie

  • This story is ace!!!! I love it ,defo 1 of my faves:).
    For those of u who dont understand how it works he hasnt gone back in time or anything, the bus is like a ghost bus, thats why he was found in the exact same place as were te bus crashed all those years ago .

  • I’m still trying to figure out the whole “I know that thirteen years ago, days before I was born, I was a passenger in that bus crash.” ???
    Or is this one of the stories that’s not SUPPOSED TO MAKE SENSE? LOL
    This story was fuckin’ awesome >:3

  • He’s saying he relived it and also how is that the only school bus around can’t be that small of a town lol.

  • wait so… this all happened yo u b4 u were born?? cuz at d end ur like:”… but I know that thirteen years ago, days before I was born, I was a passenger in that crazy bus crash” !?

  • This story is amazing. But imma little confused….Rencarnation? And i dont think that ur crazy. Deja vu? or there is something else i cant remember… its something kinda lik deja vu but diffrent.

  • creepy…..buht the beginning of the story reminds me of something that happens in a movie called trick r’ treat

  • WHOA god i dont want to go on a bus for my lifetime. Yeah, that is a bus. A bus of death.

  • what i would do if the boy dint anwswer then i will look at face and after that i wount just stand there all freaked out i would get the fuck out of that bus!!!!!

  • All of the people on the bus were dead ALL OF THEM DEEEEEEAAAAAD -:D—–UniCorNZ

  • Okay….The strange thing is is that the kids died but the escaped mental paitent lived…?

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