The rural countryside outside the bus windows was old and desolate, steeped in dim light, oppressive and dilapidated.
Places like this felt deeply eerie—like they didn't belong to this world. Yet, judging by the scale of the village, it must have been prosperous at some point. Though the wooden houses had aged considerably, the carved floral patterns on them were still visible.
However, the passengers on the bus had their attention elsewhere.
The village lay a certain distance away from the road. Although its sinister appearance gave everyone chills, since no one planned on spending the night there, the concern was minimal. What unnerved them was the sight of someone standing at the bus stop near the village entrance.
In a place like this, amidst such an environment, would anyone really be waiting for the bus at that stop?
Everyone's minds instinctively settled on one word: ghost.
The one waiting for the haunted bus wasn't human, but a malicious spirit preparing to board.
