Novel & Cerita Schoolbus Graveyard

Zoran, seated in the first car, directed the way, and they soon left the tar road and proceeded up a craggy mud route. After driving for two or three hours, they finally arrived at Northwood Peak and saw that the outcrop was actually an unmarked graveyard. The convoy's headlights shone into the thin mist swirling through the graveyard, making it look all the more gloomy. There were some phosphorescent flames in the distance, and the entire place was an eerie sight. Jasper's eyes narrowed at the sight before him, and he couldn't help remembering all the times Renee almost got killed since meeting her.

The parts which were off limits to the students. Well, I would say that I am impressed as I noticed how they had taken it really far off. There was a security patrol to the far end, then right in front was a graveyard. Its aesthetics was really antique and I could have sworn that they would say ancient werewolves were buried here for sure. There were old erected tombs which were already dusty but a path laid up ahead. I know this because I have been here in the past with my father.

The old man was too weak to travel. “Go,” they recited together and threw their cards. When the heroes looked back, the beggar had melted into the earth. Iron railings, rusted and twisted from time’s decay, surrounded the graveyard. A perpetually squeaking fence greeted them with ear piercing shrieks. The old tombs were crumbling and decayed, becoming little more than havens for giant spiders and other violent aberrations of nature. “Kill.” “Kill.” “Kill,” was repeated over and over.

He nodded locking our hands together. I was sitting and staring out the window, we probably looked like a parade rolling through with all the cars. Some people knew who we were, and they looked frightened. I didn't ask why, but it was nagging at me. Jerry's driver stopped in the parking lot of the church. My grams and gramps were buried just behind it in the small cemetery. I had to walk to the aisle that was labeled 'J's' to find their headstones. It didn't take long considering the cemetery didn't hold many people.

But they soon discovered it wasn’t just a camp. It was a cemetery too. “This is sick, man,” Mark muttered, reading the broken sign by the cemetery gates. “Can’t we just ditch this place? We’ve got our playoff game against Forney on Friday. I don’t wanna fucking die tonight.” Ben laughed, kicking at a rock. “Some of these graves date back to the 1800s,” he said, his voice low and amused. “That’s insane.” Mark and Dylan shared a look. Doubt flickered across their faces.

The two of us hopped out of my car and began walking toward the building where Professor Black's office was. The campus had an eerie feeling to it. It was surrounded by tall oak trees that would've sheltered us from the sun's rays had they not been all dead. I guessed the leaves were all gone because of the cold we had just experienced. All of the buildings were brick and the sidewalks were all made of cobblestone. "How old is this school?" I asked Lucas as we walked quietly. "Old," Lucas said, and that was enough answer for me. "I bet it's haunted."

The little boy ghost told me his name was Eddie Lang. He'd died not too long ago, and since no family had come to claim him, his soul had stayed at the hospital. We ran into quite a few people who had already passed on in different corners of the hospital. They all seemed to have forgotten they were dead and rushed around like they used to when they were alive.

Likewise with the blood in her body. Brugh. He easily left her who was dead in the middle of a quiet alley where he was eating a delicious meal. "I've brought you home, Miss. Back to the afterlife," he muttered and then quickly disappeared into the darkness of the night. • • Present time. In an Elite School which has a magnificent building with towering pillars, you can see the bustling atmosphere of the newly arrived London Teens. Various vehicles with exorbitant prices are a common sight in the school's front yard area. The uniforms they wear are not like the uniforms of other schools.

"Just get in." The car sped the whole way. After one and a half hours, they arrived in front of Grace's tombstone. That was not the Ford family's family plot. That was a big piece of burial ground Sebastian had specially bought for the Summer family. Sebastian's maternal grandparents, a few uncles, as well as a few aunts were laid to rest there. Later on, his mother was also buried there. After that, Holden was also laid to rest next to their mother.

Because they are the ones that make me more alive. Half an hour later, Tessa and I walk out of the doors of the academy building. More students walk out with us. There are some already gathered in front of the cemetery. I never knew that they had it in the first place. The legends of this Academy, including the one who built it, laid peacefully inside their coffins deep under the ground. The only thing remaining was their names scripted on the grave tomb. Tristian stands beside me holding my hand, while Tessa on my right, her free hand being taken by Peter. Every body's face had the reflection of pain in them. Some lost a student, some have the idea that a person close to their age is dead.