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Chapter 17

Autor: Iced Coke
“Ryan! Why did you spend the whole night under that canopy? Come out of there!”

I quickly put the book down and started toward Sophie, but the blind old man’s assistant stuck out his foot and tripped me.

I caught myself and glared at him.

“What the hell was that for?”

He rolled his eyes.

“If you step outside right now, you might not make it through the day.”

I was seriously getting tired of his attitude.

I had been holding in my frustration for days, and I finally snapped. I started towar
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    I was going to suffocate to death in that casket.No.I wasn’t going to die like this.I tried to scream, but all that came out was that same eerie, unnatural laughter.I pounded on the lid with both fists, only to realize that whatever strange strength I’d had earlier was completely gone.Before lowering the casket, some of the men had been so worried about Uncle Tim getting back out that they had piled extra dirt over the grave.Damn it.No wonder Mr. Wade had chosen such a terrible place to bury him.This whole thing had been aimed at me from the start.I lay there in the darkness, completely helpless.There was no sound from outside anymore.All I could hear was my own breathing.The air inside the casket grew thinner and thinner.My eyelids grew heavier and heavier until I finally blacked out.When I woke again, thunder rumbled overhead.Was it raining?A moment later, cold water began seeping into the casket.Boom!A deafening crack of thunder shook the ground.

  • The Midnight Bus   Chapter 24

    I was speechless.Mr. Wade saw that I had nothing to say and scoffed.“Then quit arguing. Let’s keep moving.”It wasn’t long before we reached the burial site.The townspeople who had only come along to watch were kept back, but I was Uncle Tim’s nephew, so of course I went in with the family.The moment I stepped onto the burial ground, the corner of my jacket caught on a branch from a crooked old tree.At the same time, an icy gust tugged at me from behind, almost as if something were trying to drag me back.My shirt ripped along the side.I spun around, ready to curse whoever had grabbed me.But there was no one there.Strange.Was something trying to warn me not to go any farther?I hesitated.But I had come this far. Whatever happened, I wanted to see Uncle Tim off one last time.So I carefully stepped farther onto the burial ground.The strange wind vanished almost immediately.Nothing tried to pull me back again.I let out a breath and walked over to Sophie.Sh

  • The Midnight Bus   Chapter 23

    Even Arthur pointed out that the casket was missing the evergreen sprig Willow Creek families traditionally placed on top to keep the dead at rest.“If a storm rolls in before he’s buried, we could have a serious problem,” he said. “Especially if there’s thunder.”A shiver ran through me.I had read about that in the book the blind old man had given me. According to the old superstitions, certain things had to be done to keep a body at rest.So what the hell was Mr. Wade trying to do?Lightning suddenly split the sky.A few seconds later, another flash lit up the hill.The young men carrying the casket immediately started looking nervous.Mr. Wade’s face tightened.“Start digging. We need to get him in the ground before the rain starts.”Everyone hurried forward.Even people who didn’t believe much in superstition knew that a storm breaking during a burial was supposed to be a terrible omen.I followed them, but something suddenly tugged at my pant leg.I stumbled and near

  • The Midnight Bus   Chapter 22

    “What are we supposed to do now?”The blind old man paused.“We find your uncle’s spirit and bring it back before he’s laid to rest.”“Bring it back? How?”He looked at me seriously.“Your uncle may have looked like he died at the hospital, but I still think he actually died on that bus. Go back to the road where everything happened. We’ll perform a ritual there and call for him. If his spirit can hear you, he may follow you back.”So that night, the blind old man, Arthur, and I headed down the road toward Easton.There were no streetlights that far out. Everything around us was pitch-black, and every so often, I heard some animal crying out in the distance.I was on edge the entire way.Arthur rolled his eyes at me.“You’re seriously that scared?”Then he asked, “Did you bring everything he told you to?”I resisted the urge to snap at him and showed them what I had brought.Red candles, a bundle of papers covered in strange symbols, a pig’s head, and a container of pig’s

  • The Midnight Bus   Chapter 21

    The other townspeople started trying to talk some sense into Sophie.“Sophie, Mr. Carter has known your family for years. You can’t talk to him like that.”But Sophie’s eyes were already red.“Mr. Wade said this is the best place for Uncle Tim to be laid to rest, and that it’ll be good for everyone in Willow Creek too. Why won’t you just agree?”Without waiting for Mr. Carter’s answer, she grabbed a shovel and started digging.Mr. Wade stood nearby with his hands clasped in front of him, quietly chanting something under his breath.Mr. Carter looked like he was about to have a heart attack.“That girl is unbelievable!” he snapped. “No respect for anyone. I never should’ve asked Ryan’s mother to call her and tell her to come back!”Mom couldn’t hold back either and stepped forward to give Sophie a piece of her mind.Sophie ignored them both.She just kept digging.Watching her, I felt increasingly uneasy.I couldn’t explain it, but the girl in front of me barely felt like th

  • The Midnight Bus   Chapter 20

    The blind old man told me the ghost hadn’t done anything to Emily yet.“Let me finish helping with your uncle’s funeral,” he said. “After that, I’ll deal with her.”The two of us sat beneath the canopy while he continued working on one of his paper figures.A little while later, Mr. Carter came over.“Tim never married or had children of his own,” he said. “He always treated Sophie like a daughter. Since she’s back, I think she should help handle the funeral.”The people around us immediately started murmuring.Even I was caught off guard.When Uncle Tim died, my aunt had specifically said I should be the one to see him off. And even though I hadn’t been around much the past few nights, Dad had been there the whole time.No matter how I looked at it, it felt strange for Sophie to suddenly be put in charge.Mom immediately protested.“This is our family’s funeral. Why should Sophie be the one handling it?”Mr. Carter didn’t respond to her.Sophie gave a small nod.“I’ll mak

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