The Journey to MGF Road
As I got out of my office premises, looking here and there for a cab, I knew in my heart that going home tonight would be a tough task. It was difficult to get a conveyance at this hour of the night and more so, because of the auto-rickshaw strike statewide.
Nevertheless, I walked along the side of the road looking up in hope whenever I saw a pair of headlights coming my way.
Soon enough, God answered my prayers and I saw a mini bus coming in my direction and I frantically waved my hands to make it stop. It was, after all, my only hope at that time to reach home before midnight. As I entered the bus, I registered the completely empty seats except for a couple sitting in one of the back seats, an old man sitting in the front with an impossibly cute kid in his lap, a conductor who was fast asleep and the driver who immediately drove off as soon as I stepped inside.
I took a seat in the front next to the old man and said, “MGF Road, please!”
It was a one and half hour drive and I decided to just sit back and catch up on some much-needed sleep. I settled down comfortably and soon enough was fast asleep. Sometime later, I woke up and checked out the time. Only half an hour had passed, I saw gloomily.
I looked up and saw the conductor staring into my eyes. I jumped back in fright and looked sideways. The old man and his grandson were staring at me too. With a thumping heart, I glanced backwards and the couple was staring at me too. I closed my eyes shut and reopened them.
The conductor was sleeping peacefully. The old man was looking out the window and the kid was playing happily in his lap. The couple was engrossed in its own world, unaware of the things happening around them.
I sighed in relief and patted on my heart to soothe the fast heartbeats. I laughed at the silly dream and started looking outside the window.
Few moments passed and I felt a slight tug at my right shoulder and I turned to look at the smiling face of the kid offering me his toy gun to play with him. I smiled in return and took the gun from his hands. I pointed it towards his forehead and playfully messed with the trigger.
A sharp sound went off and the next second, the kid’s body lay on the bus’s floor, a large gunshot wound on his forehead. I sat frozen to the spot, having just killed the baby. I looked up here and there to search for something, anything that could help him…help me…do something, but I saw that his grandfather was still looking calmly out the window and the conductor was still sleeping.
I couldn’t comprehend what was happening. Was that another dream? The gun in my hand and the blood on the floor said otherwise.
I got up and went to the back to sit next to the couple. After a few silent seconds, I asked them if they saw anything. They continued to deny my existence and kept on chatting about their first holiday together.
I whisper-yelled to them and still they would ignore me. Finally, I grabbed the guy by his shoulder and shook him… but … but my hands just went right through his body as if he was nothing but a mist.
I let out a shriek and ran to the front towards the old man. “Sir, sir, please help. I don’t know what’s happening, please help me, sir,” I shouted into his ears.
Slowly he turned his face towards me and I saw the half charred face. His left eye was almost bulging out of his eye socket and the left part of his lips was sealed together in a twisted way. The sight was so horrific that my breathing stopped.
I stumbled and fell over the kid’s body only to come face to face with the dead staring eyes of the conductor. He was dead too, dead and decaying, with worms crawling over his body and skin decomposing to show the organs beneath. I screamed and screamed for the driver to stop. I banged on the closed doors of the bus, hit the windows but I was all alone in the bus full of dead people.
Suddenly, I heard the driver’s voice, “MGF Road, Ma’am.” I looked into his direction and saw his face towards me and body facing the opposite side and his neck twisted horribly full one eighty degrees.
The last thing I remembered, before fainting, was white hollow eyes in white faces staring down at me with smiles on their faces.
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“Dad look, a bus,” Shreeya said.
They stepped inside the bus and saw that it was entirely empty except for a girl sitting in the front, looking out the window! What they didn’t see was white hollow eyes and white face and her evil smile.
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