Schoolbus Graveyard Novels & Stories

Out the window, where the last distant shards of the Mirror Labyrinth were dissolving into the mist. The bus lights dimmed. The hum of the engine shifted pitch. Overhead, the destination sign glitched, cycling too fast to read—names half‑forming and dropping out like bad subtitles. \[NEXT STATION: \[STATIC\]\] \[NEXT STATION: BLOOD…\] \[NEXT STATION: AUTHOR…\] \[NEXT STATION: …YARD\] The letters stuttered, rearranged, finally locked into place. \[NEXT STATION: THE AUTHOR’S GRAVEYARD\]

It doesn’t look really like a school bus but kinda like a party bus or airport transportation bus. The next week Junior Year starts and us kids, Matt, Alice, Kim, Crystal, Jackie, Bella and I, all go to school in my brand new truck. When I pull into the parking lot, lots of people stare with shocked and awed faces, except for Mary Jo and her 2 minions Angie and Sasha.

That unease crawled up my spine before I even realized why. “Where are you taking us?” I asked at last. He didn’t look at me. “The exact location Killian sent.” That didn’t help. If anything, it made it worse. We drove in silence for a few more minutes until he slowed down and brought the car to a stop. I looked up, and my chest tightened. Tall iron gates loomed ahead, worn but well kept, and beyond them stretched rows upon rows of gravestones. This wasn’t just any burial ground. This was where the pack laid its important dead, Alphas, Lunas, warriors whose names still carried weight long after their bodies had turned to dust.

“That would be the old shipping yard near the pier.” “Where is that?” I ask “Somewhere dangerous.” Cillian offers, stepping between Nikolai and me. The two men exchange a look. “What?” I ask, my eyes bouncing between them, “Tell me.” “It is an industrial graveyard. Rusted containers, blind corners, plenty of places to hide a dead body. Or an ambush. If they have scouts posted on the crane towers, they will see any vehicle coming from a mile away.” Shit. Shit. Shit.

From the helicopter, I watched Alfred race to the crash site, clutching the fallen license plate, crying out, "Helen, Ruby..." It did not take long for the internet to explode with news of Ruby and I dying in that fiery wreck. I held my sleeping Ruby tight, put away my phone, and whispered, "This is it, Alfred. We're done for good." Alfred was haunted, thinking it was all some nightmare. He would slap himself, pinch his skin, and even jab himself with a knife, desperate to snap out of it. However, the pain, sharp and undeniable, kept telling him the brutal truth.

Jarred rolled by, slowing along Bassler Road’s shoulder. He parked the Ram. And when he glanced over his shoulder and looked out the back, a shiver of unease rippled down his back at what he glimpsed through the trees. Bassler House. Old Bassler House, out in its unused cornfield, where it’d been rotting for decades. Clifton Heights’ own spook house, also a rumored party spot for the varsity football team. Jarred didn’t believe in haunted houses so its gothic, shadowed image, seen through night-shrouded trees didn’t bother him at all. It was just an old house. A more practical worry nagged him.

Hayley was always the smart one amongst us. When the bus reaches us, we climb in and ride all the way to school. On arrival, I find Greystone High to be way bigger than anything I imagined. A tall, regal building draped in the town's traditional colors of black and gold, the school stands at an imposing height, it's rooftops serenaded with flags and banners that cascade downwards. The moment we step off the bus, there’s a buzz of activities all around us, as students rush past in every direction, yelling greetings and bumping into one another with reckless abandon.

Care rejected the idea. “Then what can we do? Take her to the graveyard and put her in the coffin? Do you have any other good idea?” Care stayed silent, can’t able to answer her younger sister. Caleb entered the class, carried her body over his shoulder. They silently sneaked out of the school through the other way-a shortcut. In the night sky, they can’t able to see anyone on the ground. Charlotte took her to the end of the building. The end and the gap between the next building have a small gap. It’s small and difficult to enter. The next building is a big lab for science students. Somehow, they entered it. Charlotte and Caleb sprang into action. They dug the soil while Care watched over t

His voice was ragged, his chest heaving under his soaked shirt. "I’m fine," I lied for the hundredth time. I was definitely not fine. I was shivering so hard my teeth were clicking together, and the heavy satchel of ledgers was banging against my hip, bruising me with every movement. But I wasn't letting go of those books. Not now. The graveyard sat on a small hill, surrounded by a rusted iron fence that looked like jagged teeth against the gray sky. It was a lonely, creepy place even on a sunny day, but in this storm, it felt like the set of a horror movie. We needed to get to the SUV Henry had stashed for us just past the cemetery gates. It was our ticket out of this nightmare.