Schoolbus Graveyard Novels & Stories

It showed the newest handbag of the season. After I sent the recycler out, I asked Susan Yegler, my best friend, to check out a place. I brought her to the suburbs and parked the car in front of a graveyard. Susan stared at me in surprise. I did not explain and just dragged her in. The graveyard was on a mountain, and it even had a river. It was the first pick for many rich families as their final resting place. The staff gave us an enthusiastic introduction to the place. After looking around, I picked a spot I liked and paid the deposit.

The bus rumbled to a stop in front of an abandoned elementary school, its windows shattered and the playground eerily empty. Somehow, their hearts became heavy. After all, this is a place where innocent students are studying. If it weren't for the fact that the school will be opened in the afternoon, there may be a lot of students here, and they might be having a hard time cleaning them. Liam, Brandon, Hannah, Marcky, and Jarvis exchanged glances, and a decision was silently made to explore the area. This is the perfect place since the gate is still good to use.

I never imagined that my final research mission would become the grave that buried me. Wind and snow poured into my torn protective suit; every breath I took scraped my throat with shards of ice. With numb, frozen hands, I gripped a road marker and staggered my way to the main heating pipeline. The moment I arrived, I immediately pointed the camera that was attached to the helmet at the heating pipeline. "This heating pipeline is the lifeline of the entire base. If this is cut off, the entire building will become an icy grave.

A psychotic alpha like Malachi might not even have given Griff’s mother the dignity of a plot. “There’s a small forest on the outskirts of town. Beyond it is the cemetery where she’s buried.” “Then let’s go.” We took a yellow taxi to the other side of town, to the forest Griff had mentioned earlier. Hundreds of graves lay in neat lines within a large clearing surrounded by trees. We walked along a grassy path, passing small statues, moss-covered memorials, and obelisks engraved with family names. Griff stopped at a stone monument labeled GRIFFITHS.

“She’s trying to guide us.” The phrase sparked a memory in Sophia. “The old cemetery behind the church. Clara loved playing there when she was younger. It has a clearing where sunlight breaks through the trees—‘where the light meets the grave.’” Ethan nodded, already moving toward the door. “Then that’s where we’re going.” The Race Against Time The drive to the cemetery was tense, the silence between them filled with unspoken fears. As they approached, the setting sun cast eerie shadows across the headstones. The air was thick with an unnatural stillness, as though the world itself was holding its breath.

he said. It was a graveyard that was built 120 years ago on a grassy patch. “Are you sure, son?” Captain White inquired. He expresses mixed feelings. This can’t be it. This is a damn graveyard. “100 percent,” Lucas replied with certainty. Everything seemed normal. The graveyard was quite removed from the human settlements, with the nearest complex about 6 miles away. There were only a couple of old abandoned mechanic workshops nearby. Captain White stepped out of his car as his son followed his cue. He hates to see his son skip school but he had to focus on the hunt. He locked the doors of the cars. “Stay behind me,” he said to Lucas as he takes the lead.

There were at least 30 people present, all murmuring about how she was a good kid who just needed help. “Do you want to go closer?” Rocky asked from the driver’s seat. “No.” Hayden replied. “They’re so loud, I can hear them from here.” It wasn’t hard to identify Tessa’s parents. The mother wore a huge fancy fascinator and was weeping theatrically at the side. The father was receiving handshakes and sealed envelopes. They had five other little kids with them who just won’t stay put. Tessa’s grave was situated in the state’s mass graveyard, right beside hundreds of other graves. There were fresh flowers on hers, but none of them looked thoughtful enough. It felt like a movie rather than an act

I asked as we moved through the halls. He didn’t look at me. “I saw people glaring at you. Didn’t seem safe to leave you alone.” I swallowed, a part of me wondering if he was doing this because he genuinely cared or because the act had to be flawless. Lost in thought, I hadn’t realized how far we’d gone until we reached an abandoned basement in the school. “This is definitely it,” I muttered, wincing at the intense stench as he opened the door. But nothing prepared me for what was inside. A pile of bodies lay sprawled across the floor, the metallic tang of blood heavy in the air.

He had just disappeared like a ghost three years before. I arrived at 8th and Amber. I looked across at the Rosewell complex, with its deteriorating paint, rusty fences, and one-nailed "For Lease" sign swaying in the wind. Students and recent graduates used to visit when their goals were bigger than their bank accounts. Now, it resembled a mausoleum. My phone rang in my pocket. Sebastian: We're parked close by. Say the word. I remained silent. The phone went back in my pocket and I crossed the road.

Instead, I drifted away, gazing into the distance. I liked the cemetery's location. It overlooked a glittering lake—the same one where I used to stare at my reflection as a pup. Only Leo would think to bury me somewhere I would have loved. By the time they were too exhausted to continue fighting, they both lay on the ground, wounded, staring up at the moon. Leo bared his teeth at Ryan, panting heavily as if he wanted nothing more than to tear out his throat. "How dare you come to Tiana's grave?" he growled. "She just wanted to rest in peace, not be your possession even in death!"