The bus station is haunted!
The tires grind and scrape against the road. The screech! from the tire tread is like an announcement that the journey is over. The car door opens almost immediately after the wheels stop. Wit steps out with a backpack on his back. He turns to look at the driver's face even though he has never seen him. This is such a low level of service. If it weren't for the bus boy sitting with him, Wit would have typed "damn" into the preview box.
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"That place with the lights, bro! The old bus station is over there. You have to walk across the street."
A smile at 2 a.m. is the most terrifying. The bus boy is tiptoeing to point at the old building that is the target.
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"Oh! Thanks, little brother! Thank you for helping me. Thank you very much..!"
The tone is full of sarcasm. His mouth said that but Wit's eyes never left the driver's. He still tilted his head to look at him even though the automatic door was slightly open and closed. He still looked.
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The empty, dizzy vehicle sped away from sight. The only thing left was the sleepless man standing with a frown on the side of the road. It was quiet around him, not a single car passing by, and more importantly, it was more frightening than dangerous. It would be better to stay close to the light.
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The sneakers had barely hit the ground a hundred times before he arrived. The mere fraction of an ounce of fatigue was nothing compared to the pounding heart. If it were a game, it would be called a "stun!" because Wit was completely numb after seeing the remnants of reality up close. The sign in front said "transport station", but it shouldn't be broken in half and hanging like this. The sign was made of thick wooden boards, written over with handwritten letters that looked like blood. There were vines snaking and competing for space with the tangled wires, and even the poles that supported them to the top were swaying and groaning as if they were going to fall over.
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At the distant point, the office room was still lit. It looked like a room that was partitioned off into an aluminum enclosure, and during the day, it should have been the area for selling tickets. There were dozens of these enclosures lining the station hall. But now, everywhere was pitch black except for the one pen that was visible! Wit stared from a distance. He stared carefully, noticing the faint shadow of someone sleeping inside.
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"It must be the janitor or the station master? Or the cleaner?"
Wit thought to himself. He felt a little relieved because at least he could tell himself that he didn't have to endure being haunted alone in such a lonely place anymore.
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After getting out of the car, if he had the person inside to keep him company tonight, he should be okay. Just be patient and everything would be okay after tonight. The lost man started walking straight towards him. Every step he took was through the darkness, guided only by the dim light from his phone. The office pen was his destination. He swore that he hadn't seen anyone beyond the main road, not even a dog!
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"Knock, knock, knock, knock"
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"Hello.. Hello, can you hear me? I have something to ask for help with..~"
Knocking on the door, leaning his head closer to the stall. Wit looked around quite a bit because there was a lot of dust and dirt everywhere. The mirror was not shiny. It was cracked and cloudy, adding to the horror of the night that he could not be alone.
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"Hello...brother! , Please wake up and talk to me...!"
"Brother...hey!!!"
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"Screech!!!"
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The cloudy glass started to make a rusty sliding sound. It was accompanied by the sleepy sound of the person inside, and the thick, dark figure slowly lifted itself up... A dark shadow covered everything. It was funny that the soft light from the bulb made what he saw look like a backlight. Before the dark shadow that looked like a person could make a sound The audience was shocked and scared for several rounds.
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"Sigh... I'm so sleepy...~"
"Here they go again! Abandoning passengers again, these tour buses?!"
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"Huh!?... Do you know about this too?!"
Wit made a puzzled face.
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"Oh, you... It's always like that! You're not the first! The bus station is going to demolish it. Until it's really deserted, these inconsiderate buses will stop abandoning people!"
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Thank goodness, let me tell you that this guy didn't seem to have talked to anyone for a long time. Throughout the whole minute, he kept talking to Wit. He kept turning on the lights, making the whole station bright. Some light bulbs were on, some were off, but all of them were lit up in different levels according to the parking spaces. The lights on the waiting benches, the signs indicating the location of the buses, the bathrooms, and even the lights at the ticket booth next door were all lit up so much that there was no more fear left to stand on.
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"Bang!!!!"
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Bright as paper, Wit, who was left behind, quickly turned his face down to show his respect. He tried to explain his experience to everyone in the room, and also tried to tell him where he wanted to go and what he had to do to get to Prao's house as quickly as possible.
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"Yes, sir... That's the story!"
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"Oh, you're here at 2:30 AM! You have to wait until that morning to get a connecting car. But if you're really impatient, there are rickshaws here!"
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"A rickshaw like a tuk-tuk?"
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"Noooooo!... No!... No!... No!... A rickshaw! A city person like you probably isn't used to it. But the old man must be waiting for someone at?...where? Umm...mm?"
"Ah! There it is! Under the shade of the station sign over there... If you're in a hurry, you can have him take you. He eats and sleeps around here."
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The voice didn't sound like someone who had just woken up at all, so Wit had to turn his head in the direction his finger was pointing at. Before he found that not far from the broken and dangling station sign, in the direction of 3 o'clock, there was still a large tree standing tall. When he walked in, he didn't notice it. Maybe because of the darkness and fear, he didn't feel the presence of this three-wheeled vehicle. It looked old and dilapidated. It must have been parked for as long as its owner, who was now lying on the back seat, waiting for passengers, sleeping soundly. It looked extremely untrustworthy. It was old and old. It looked like a half-mad person who lacked children and grandchildren to take care of it in its old age.
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"Umm...Brother...I think it's okay. I think...I'm scared...w...w..."
His mouth was trembling, and his eyes couldn't lie.
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"Huh...whatever! I've presented you with an alternative. You must be a good person, that's why they still gave you a chance!"
"But if anything happens to you after this... Maybe you should come to this room instead of me... Heh... Heh... Do you know that...?"
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"What do you mean? I don't understand?"
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This time, the station master chose to be silent. He sat down on the same rocking chair and began to be covered in the darkness again. The conversation between the two ended in complete silence. It was Wit who suddenly asked about the way to the bathroom. The owner of the place accepted it by pointing the way before slowly sliding down the rusty glass to seal the office enclosure. No light could come through. He acted as if from now on, Wit and him would be out of luck with each other.
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"Tch! , What's wrong with you! I can't understand what you're saying? But never mind. It's normal for someone who is woken up in the middle of the night to be groggy."
"At least this place isn't scary when there's light... It's just a bit dusty..."
Wit spoke to himself to make up for it. While walking deeper into the back of the deserted bus station, he saw a prominent bathroom sign at the end of the hall. And at the same time, take the opportunity to check out the things in here.
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The waiting table is made of wood with cracks. The parking sign hanging from the ceiling is also made of wood. The letters are written in a color that is almost faded. The only good thing is the bus stop made of cement. The white, red, white, and yellow stripes are worn away until they are almost invisible. And if the lights are turned off here, it will be no different from a graveyard. Wit can't help but imagine that if he suddenly blinks 2-3 times and there are people sitting on the benches! Each person has a pale face staring at him alone. What will it be like? The dozens of parking spaces are no different from a burial ground. The numbered signs above must be signs indicating the names of the dead!!!
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"Eww!!! It's so scary. What the hell are you thinking alone!?"
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Don't blame a crazy person, don't blame someone who hasn't slept. This must be the reason Wit's deliriousness is getting worse and worse. So he hurriedly went straight to the bathroom to take care of his personal business. He drank water to wash his face and refresh himself. With such bright lights, there's only a place for him to sleep outside. Just dragging the benches together, he could sleep for a long time. In a few hours, it would be morning. He had a station guard to be his friend. There was nothing to be afraid of. Everything was going to be in place and he would be able to go find Prao as he had intended.
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But!
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"Wowwwwwww! It's so refreshing! This cold water is really good...!"
"Really...!"
"Oh!?... Then... What's going on?!"
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"Beep!" , "Beep!" , "Beep!" , "Beep!" , "Beep!" , "Beep!" , "Beep!"
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The station's light bulbs were bright, so they shut themselves off. Darkness began to form again, and it was pushing Wit further and further away from the outside world. He was standing in front of the toilet, but the exit seemed dozens of kilometers away. To make matters worse, what he had just imagined was now really happening! Many seats seemed to have people sitting on them! The backs of the round heads of the people, some high and some low, resembled real buses! The sound of a bus horn pulling in to a stop, the sounds of people shouting out of nowhere, the once deserted parking lot was now filled with a procession, the coffin of the lord was lifted onto a palanquin, there was a grave! Someone was crying, a white-robed Brahmin was standing not far away, and there were chanting, but that was nothing compared to the moment when everyone slowly turned to Wit at the same time...!
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"Crack!!!!"
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The toilet sign fell to the floor and shattered! At the same time, the last light on the ceiling went out! Leaving the poor young man alone in the darkness with something else, I don't know what else... Goosebumps all over his body, this was the insanely haunted, from someone who had become an alien and was found! That's why he said, "Spirit is everywhere." They just don't like being seen!"