Friday, November 30, 2012

That story I was working on...

...for all of about twenty minutes.


Crazy Bus

The day started like any other. I woke up late, nuked some food in the microwave and ate whilst watching videos on the local Youtubes. What I didn’t know was what was waiting for me on that very site. My phone goes off, a message. I don’t recognize the number but see what the text says regardless. “Type in Crazy Bus, you’ll be oh so glad you did!”

Type… In..? I looked around for a friend of mine, in case of a joke pulled by someone at my window. A few minutes pass and the phone goes off again. Different number this time but the message was an obvious continuation from the one before it. “What are you waiting for, Coby? Don’t you want ultimate joy? Search it!” Okay, now I know this had to have been a friend of mine pulling a prank. Regardless, I went along with it and did as instructed. (Youtube Search: Crazy Bus) I clicked enter and found a few videos of what seemed to be some fake Sega Genesis game. I laughed as I clicked a link. Surely this was going to be funny. What awaited was a most horrifying noise, blasting from the speakers. This abomination sounded like a jeopardy board being shuffled in an endless loop and the volume of it almost instantly gave me a splitting headache. I felt as if my head was going to explode. I tried to turn down the speakers but ended up knocking them over due to the constant attack on my ear drums.

I fumbled to pick them up and put them back into place, turning them down in the process. Alright, I thought, now that that is out of the way… What’s this game like? Based on the soundtrack I would s- And then I was cut off. What awaited my eyes was a sight most foul. A DOS-esque loading screen followed by the most hideous looking bus graphic I think I’ve ever laid eyes on. The thing looked like a shrinky-dink skidding across the screen. A shrinky-dink from hell. It made this little humming noise that made my stomach churn queasily as it’s wheels, and I use that term as lightly as I can, rolled in place as it moved. And then it happened. A noise that sounded like a dog whistle would to a dog, the horn went off. I knew I wanted to turn the video off, I knew that was the right thing to do. But for some unfathomable reason I felt even more strongly compelled to keep watching. Minutes passed. It felt like hours dragging on. The same thing appeared with every new bus. That humming and that hideous horn blaring. It was almost enough to make your eyes and ears bleed.

Somehow I endured the video and was as glad as could be to have it over and turned off. I expected another text from that mystery prankster but nothing arrived. Nonetheless I shrugged my encounter with the thing off moved onto other, more entertaining and light hearted videos. The hours pressed on and I noticed that it was growing rather late. I began my ritual of powering everything down and getting changed into my pajamas for bed. It was a cold night, the temperature running about mid to low twenties. Why am I telling you this? No reason besides the fact that I was happy to have fleece clothing on at that time. Regardless of fleece or cold I curled up into bed and started to drift off into slumber. Just as I was about to enter that blissful REM sleep, however, something went awry. I began to hear things just outside my window. Something oddly familiar, familiar and unsettling. Like a jeopardy board on an endless… Loop. I sprang from the bed as quickly as I could and peered out the icy window. There upon the street was a bus. A horrible looking bus. One that made my blood run cold.

I began to shake. This couldn’t be happening. There was no way in heaven nor hell that these events could be transpiring at this very moment in time. I tried to reason with myself, convince myself that I was still asleep and that this was a horrible dream. But there was no way around it. That was for all intents and purposes a crazy bus sitting outside my house. I knew it was a foolish idea but I was obviously incoherent at the moment. I grabbed the bat from my closet and made my way slowly to the front door. Every step I took I heard something soft grow louder, like an echo on the wind. The jeopardy noises grew and grew I could tell that was it, but something felt… Off. The decibels grew deeper and deeper until it sounded like something straight out of a horror film. I knew it was the same sound but now it sounded like something from the Giygas battle in Earthbound. Something else that was quite unsettling to me, but that’s another story. I slowly opened the door and stepped outside, peering at the bus, my pupils must have been the size of dinner plates. Though I’m not sure if it was due to terror, the darkness of the night, or a mixture of both. I knew deep in my soul I should step back inside the house, try to go back to my room and sleep. Cover my head and pray to God that this would all stop and go away. But it was too late. I was suddenly at the bus’s door. Then it opened. The door opened and that horn went off like a shotgun burst in the night. My head buzzed like a swarm of bees just invaded my brain. And then silence. Silence and darkness. The bus had claimed another victim. 

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