The Midnight Bus

Summary

I didn’t get into college, so I took a job driving a city bus.

Once I finished training, I started working the night shift with Uncle Tim.

He had always been the kind of guy who followed every rule.

But that night, he wouldn’t let me pick up a single passenger.

He even made me keep the bus dark the entire route.

Uncle Tim died shortly after that incident.

A few days later, someone told me something that made my blood run cold.

Uncle Tim had actually been dead for quite some time.

So who the hell had been riding with me that night?