Schoolbus Graveyard Novels & Stories

That school has had more than 40 renovations over the years, several years ago, there was a hill between a cliff that due to an earthquake and some renovations, which with the change of geography, was covered by ages, trees, and earth. So, they were moving further and further away from the school, into the bushland between the reservations. That's when they heard a scream, everyone approached with the cameramen, then, they came to them, when they saw that there are a variety of bones, bones that would be those of children, when they were dug up even scattered by the grass, the grass, among the leaves from the trees... About that... The seniors in question on that bloody Halloween morning, I

TIME: 14:00 HOURS. LOCATION: SECTOR 8 "THE RUST BELT" - E-WASTE GRAVEYARD. STATUS: SCAVENGING. The graveyard didn't hold bodies. It held memories. Ren stood atop a mountain of discarded technology—a sprawling, jagged landscape of broken circuit boards, shattered monitors, and tangled copper wire that stretched for acres under the grey, weeping sky of Sector 8. This was where the city’s dreams came to die. When a citizen in Sector 1 upgraded their neural link, the old one ended up here, crushed and forgotten.

The siren returned from the Vice block and the ambulance took the main gate and left in a hurry. It was noon but the winter and the snowflakes had fallen making the outlook no different from the sunrise which made every student be on their snow jacket. Despite the frostiness of winter, it still does not deprive most of the students to gather and glare at the notice under the skeletal tree where Mr. Gibbs's death poster was pasted. Drake had just pulled over with his old orange color Hilux truck at the car park track when he notice a population of students growing under the tree.

The shiny new fence surrounding the school's property is just one of the new things The Satan Snipers have done to improve our small town. The motorcycle club also bought two school buses for the local high school last year when the school's one blew up because it was so old. Barry Keager, the town drunk, was the only one who got hurt. He sustained multiple injuries but nothing severe enough for him to put the bottle down. He is one lucky bastard but then I always wondered what the hell was he doing around the parked school bus in the first place. I stand on the outside of the fence and watch Jo from my vantage point as she dribbles the ball. I'm not going to embarrass my kid and walk down t

He then ordered, "Turn around, Kevin." Kevin knew where Alicia's grave was and thought, 'Madelyn is such an erratic person.' Before they went, Madelyn chose some flowers that her mother liked at the florist. Madelyn noticed that the road was renovated when she arrived at the graveyard. Kevin explained, "The previous road was difficult to walk on. However, now that the graveyard is part of Jardin Corporation's assets, Mr. Jardin had the road all renovated." Zach placed a black coat on Madelyn, but the sleeves were too long. He folded the sleeves for her and said, "Some of the snow has yet to melt, so I'll carry you up there."

10 minutes later– Chickenfille Street Bus Yard I got there early. Always get there early. So you know the exits. The shadows. The places you’ll die if it goes bad. The lot was full of rusted-out buses and broken windows. Graffiti everywhere. Old beer bottles in the gutters. The air smelled like piss and rubber. I wore a hoodie. Tight jeans. Pulled my hair up into a messy ponytail. Had the father’s phone in my hand and a lie on my lips. I watched the street from behind the broken windshield of a dead bus. Shadows moved. A car rolled in—silver, low, expensive.

It was horrible to live in fear. We walked in silence, each lost in our thoughts, walking through the streets until we reached the cemetery. The cold wind blew, making me wrap myself tighter in my jacket. As we approached, I could see the families of the deceased, gathered in small groups, their faces marked by sadness and despair. "Eva, Lottie," whispered Kessler, who had decided to accompany us. "We must be strong. This is a difficult time, but being here shows our respect and support." I nodded, grateful for his presence. Upon reaching the burial site, we joined the silent crowd. The ceremony was solemn and filled with pain. I looked around, seeing the familiar faces of classmates, their

The Midnight Club erupted in a puddle of yeahs and that’s-the-spirits. Little do they know that they are in for a little treat. Little are they aware that what’s next to come will be the price of dawn. One of them must die. Tonight. — IN WHAT SEEMED LIKE A painfully ordinary month of August, on a Tuesday that looked like any other school day, all of Van Duke Public High School shuddered to the news of another death. Grief, fear, and remorse enveloped the campus. Terrifying rumors and gossips spread around the halls of Van Dyke faster than wildfire—most of them grounded from paranoia, none of them grounded from the truth.

Without hesitation, he swiftly drove to the outskirts of town. The winter days were short, and the nights were long. Lucas made his way to the cemetery, a place that felt detached from the bustling city. The entire area was shrouded in a thick white fog and devoid of sunlight, casting a somber and gloomy atmosphere. He immediately spotted Joseph among the scattered new graves. In addition to Joseph, surrounding Chloe's grave were several men dressed in regalia engaged in a discussion about rituals and prayers. Their voices resonated through the quiet air, creating a solemn atmosphere.

Like the campus had taken a breath and hadn’t exhaled. Past the bell tower with its silent chimes. Past the conservatory where shadows clung to the glass. Past the enchanted hedge maze, whispering secrets only madmen or moths would chase. And then I found it. A graveyard. Because of course the school for the damned came with its own necropolis.