You know how most elementary schools have class trips to different places and cities, educational trips? Yeah, well in eighth grade I had a rather fun and normal one, for the most part. We visited Toronto, the capital of Ontario, Canada. On our way there though, me and my classmates had a rather strange experience. One that I will never forget, not because it keeps me from sleeping at night or anything like that, but just because of how creeped out we all were when it happened.
We were on our way to Toronto, on a small, cracked asphalt road in the woods at round 8 p.m, when suddenly the bus broke down. Just the fact that we were stranded in unknown territory when it was getting dark was scary enough, but that’s not the real creepy part.
We parked the bus on the side of the road, and the driver got out, heading to the back of the bus to check the motor (travel buses, as opposed to school buses and such, have their engines located in the rear.) Oh, did I mention it was also pouring rain?
So, while we were all waiting inside the bus for the driver to fix it outside, someone spotted something moving in the distance. As soon as it came into view, he yelled out for everyone to look. There, walking alone at night while it was raining hard, was a middle-aged man with no shoes, wearing a black tuxedo jacket which was covering most of his white blood-stained shirt underneath (I can only imagine it was blood because, well… Read on.) In his hand was a red stained hand-saw.
He started walking toward our bus when he got closer into view. He was nearly at the door when our bus driver appeared out of the back into his sight. Then, the man changed direction and walked away, disappearing into the distance.
[This story is actually true, except for the blood-stained shirt and red stained hand-saw parts. This was about 4 years ago, and I thought it could make a good story to put on here. Hope you enjoyed ]
Credit To – Gingerbread