Jeepers Creepers 2 Bus Novels & Stories

Mama bids me farewell and wishes me a great day ahead, and I say the same to her. I spot a big tour bus at exactly seven thirty-two driving down my street with the logo of the Go Project on it, and I know it comes for me. Once it reaches where I stand, he stops and its door opens to me. “Good morning, sir.” I greeted the older man on the steering wheel and he smile radiantly back at me. I noticed the seats of the bus are yet to be occupied and I move to take my seat while the bus resumes its movement when I see Caroline sitting on the second to the last roll.

“Are you alright?” Owen hovered close but not too close. He could deal with most things, but vomit was not one of them. They were parked on the side of the road, with cars honking as they passed the two oversized band busses loudly emblazoned with Two Way Street on all sides. The advertisement was a disadvantage, Emily thought miserably, when she had her head in a bucket. “Two Way Street!” Someone screamed out the window. The rest of the band and some roadies were fending off a carload of fans that had pulled up behind the second bus, and their laughter rolled back to her as James hammed it up for their photos, keeping them from wondering where Emily and Owen were.

"So, what do you want? There must be something you want. Everyone has something they want!" The gears in Ben's head were slowly working again, already tweaking their game a little, perhaps adding her answer to the pool of possible choices. He was clearly the brains behind this operation. Pulling into the depot, the bus screeched and shuddered, coming to a complete stop in the parking bay with one final groan. Chaos erupted around them as passengers, eager to be reunited with their loved ones waiting in the sweltering heat, scrambled out of their seats and grabbed their bags.

The bus stopped and a man in black and some cops went over to it . He signalled them to get out of the bus . They got out with their up in the air . " I am agent Ares , we are searching for a cruel killer ,a female assassin . We want to search the bus " he said looking attentively at them " Go ahead ... We are going to a gig ,so please hurry because we are out of time " the driver said " Search the bus " Ares gave the order . The cops search and research but found nothing " All clear " they announced getting out

"But don't think for a second that I'm doing this for you. I’m doing myself to the fullest now. And if that means using you to get my life back, then start walking, Vane." Jaxson watched her walk toward the darkness of the bus, a dark, amused smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "That's the spirit, Little Bird," he murmured to himself. "Let’s see if you’re still this brave when the fangs come out." As they stepped onto the bus, the screen outside flickered one last time. [New Rules for Level 1: One Bed. One Key. Two Survivors. Let the Game Begin.] The bus doors slammed shut, and the station vanished into a thick, white fog.

] The bus’s front glass turned into a black screen with the same sentence written in red. What the fuck was that? A bad joke? The rusty door of the bus cracked shut. I rushed to it, trying to open it, but it was tightly locked. I rounded myself. The cold eyes of the strange passengers stared back at me, but no one said anything. They looked somehow scary. I snapped, “Who are you? What the heck am I doing here?!” No one answered. Just silence. The bus started moving and I panicked. I rushed to the windows, stepping over an old woman's foot.

I shook my head, looking away as I found Lila who stood a few yards away, talking quietly with Mary. It had been almost two weeks since we talked. I tightened my grip on the handle of my suitcase. I wasn’t going to let this continue. I was going to force a conversation at camp if I had to. Principal Hartley stepped out of the school building holding a clipboard. She adjusted her glasses and raised her voice. “Seniors, please form two lines in front of the bus!” The bus behind her was larger than the usual school transport, black with deep blue accents along the sides. The Ravencrest crest was emblazoned boldly across the doors, silver and sharp against the dark paint. With RAVENCREST HIGH SC

After that, both of them jumped out and moved away from the bus. I looked outside after them but they were not visible. A growl echoed through the air, and slowly, very slowly, the roof of the bus, the section that had tilted downward and trapped my leg beneath the seat, began to rise. But as quickly as it rose, the sounds of zombies started coming from every direction. More of them had emerged now, and some looked even larger than before. But of course, my friends refused to accept what that meant. They didn't want to let me go.

I hear grandma say as I climbed up into the party bus. Me and Jade jam to the music and drink the champagne that was supplied in the bus. We were dancing, the stripper pole was a nice touch. Jade said she put one in her and Taylor’s bedroom. She must use it a lot, she dances and flips too well on that thing. I’m shaking my butt on Jade when the party bus stops at our destination. The back of the Packhouse, it’s incredible.

"In the year 2005, a tourist bus carrying about 25 people including the driver assigned to drive the bus to a tourist attraction in the deepest part of Bear Forest. A place said to be haunted and cursed by death itself. A place no one in their right minds should venture into. The Bus never made it back and no one was seen again. Many wondered what had happened, many state securities investigated on the case for close to five years, not even the bus was seen. What had happened to them till date, no one knows." Mr. Jack Daniels told his students who were all interested in his story and when he was done, many hands went up all at ones. "Joseph McAllister, you have a question for me?." He called