Jeepers Creepers 2 Bus Novels & Stories

The first bus had my friends essentially, the ones who'd been picked up at Chen's, including most of the poker group. The second bus was the one who'd picked up the people at the mall, who's driver was as goggle eyed as the first. It included Lisa's and Julia's parents, Mistress Dark and slaves, Sharon and Phil, Gwen and Sherman and Wendy, Rhonda's sister. My workers except for the slaves and Shasta were also on the second bus. Jerry was in his own car behind the second bus with Reneé. Mistress Dark told Rose and Slut to strip down as soon as they stepped off the bus, seeing the lay of the land and liking what she saw. As soon as the busses disgorged, Brianna asked for and received everyone'

It was the first time the Johnsons would go to an art gallery, it was the first time they would actually go out together for anything or to any place. Today felt special to them and no doubt, they were either nervous or anxious or even both! "Stop pushing me, uhh!" George complained as he and his siblings tried to squeeze themselves into a 1995 Toyota Coaster twenty seater bus. It was a bus painted with green bottom lining and white paint all over its body. The bus was really long and it had enough space for every Johnson.

Thump-thump. Walking out. Past Reese. “Two weeks,” Reese said. Quiet. To Adrian. Chains. “Enjoy them. Monsters always come back.” “No,” Adrian said. Didn’t stop walking. Didn’t look back. “Monsters stay in cages. Chapter 50. You should read it.” *4:03 PM. [SFX: BUS. THEN RUNNING. THEN HOME.]* Front gate. Steel. Cameras. Four. Bus #14. _Hiss._ Doors open. Alex. Flying out. Backpack. Art project. New.

It was too thick, almost like someone had painted the world white and forgotten to add the details back in. A shape emerged from the mist and at first I let my imagination run wild like any sane human would but then I chilled when I saw it was just a bus. The bus looked ancient with shattered windows and tires that looked like they’d been regurgitated by hungry tire-eating monsters. The bus screeched to a stop in front of me with the doors wide open. I squinted into the darkness inside but all I could see was shadow. My brain immediately went into horror writer mode…. Girl stares into the haunted bus. Girl gets eaten by the shadow. Roll credits.

“Least cameras. Old council money never paid for the upgrade.” “Seatbelts,” Jack said. Susan clutched the armrest. “Are you—are you sure it’s the stash they’re after?” “They built a parade to steal a warehouse,” Jack said. “Yeah, I’m sure.” They knifed between two stalled buses, hopped a fallen ladder, then slotted into Mason Street with a thump that bounced their teeth. A block ahead, framed in haze—a city utility truck pulled from a side lane, left indicator blinking dutifully, rear doors too clean.

he pleaded. Joey looked at Xander. There was something bigger they needed to do. “What shop?” Joey picked up Sling from the ground and held him by his shirt. The shop was close to where they were. It was a tea shop selling more than herbal tea. It was a front like any other business around town that harbors a mafia operation in its basement. Joey and Xander took their guns from their belts with hostility when they came to the shop. They were on enemy territory, running their business against the code. They needed to be warned.