The Last Bus
The old city was silent in the chill of the night. Streets lay empty, and the only lights came from the lonely glow of a streetlamp over a bus stop. On nights like this, when the sky is thick with dark clouds, the last bus comes. No one’s ever really seen the driver—only those who dared step inside say he stares off into nothing, his dark glasses covering his eyes even in pitch-black darkness.

They say this bus, which leaves at exactly 3:15 a.m., has no fixed route. It takes anyone who waits at the stop, even if they hadn’t planned to be there. Passengers report that inside, it’s unusually dark, and though there are windows, they show nothing… only endless, empty blackness.

One night, a young woman named Kate found herself at that bus stop. She was hurrying home and couldn’t find a taxi. Just then, the bus pulled up, and after a moment of hesitation, she stepped inside. The air was thick and musty, and as she settled into her seat, she felt a strange, creeping sense of dread.

As the bus moved, the streetlights outside seemed to dim. Kate wanted to get a look at the driver, but all she saw was his dark glasses, reflecting the emptiness of the bus.

"Where to?" a low, raspy voice asked suddenly, though the driver hadn’t turned his head.

"To Garden Street," Kate replied softly, feeling her heart pound in her chest.

"Of course…" he murmured with the faintest trace of a smile.

What should have been a short ride felt endless. Kate finally leaned toward the window, hoping to see familiar streets, but what she saw chilled her to the bone: an inky darkness, like the bus was traveling not through the city, but through a vast, bottomless void. Panic gripped her, and she rushed toward the exit, but the driver turned with a cold smile and said:

“There are no stops. Not ever.”

By morning, Kate was gone. The townspeople say that sometimes, late at night, in deserted parts of the city, you can see a bus moving slowly through the fog. It never stops, its windows dimly glowing with the faintest hint of a single passenger, sitting in the shadows.

And they say that if it stops and opens its doors—don’t approach. Because those who board the last bus never return.