Schoolbus Graveyard Novels & Stories

"An old industrial slipway on the south edge of the docks. The locals call it the Glass Graveyard. It’s an abandoned shipyard motel. If we move now, we might beat him. But Matthias isn't slow when he smells blood." I didn't wait for another word. I threw myself into the seat and waited just long enough for Oscar to scramble in before I floored it. But when we pulled into the gravel lot of the Glass Graveyard forty minutes later, it was dead. Bodies were scattered across the asphalt, men and women dead. "God," I breathed, the car door clicking open as I stumbled out. I began to move toward the center of the lot, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. Oscar was silent behind me,

Buses used to mean something else. I remembered stories whispered between stolen seconds of peace. Back then, humans had buses for children. For school. For learning. Bright yellow like sunshine. Windows clean, seats soft. They were filled with laughter and sleepy mornings and dreams that stretched far beyond the city gates. Now this metal coffin was our ride to the graveyard. A sharp bark from a guard snapped me from the memory. “Move!” We lined up. One by one, stepping forward with our meager possessions. Von was ahead of me, shoulders tense, lips pressed tight. He glanced back just once, as if memorizing everything he might never see again.

At Seayers High, the front gate serves as a flashy parking lot for the wealthy show-offs, contrasting starkly with the bike shed, which resembles a scrap heap at a recycling center. This means there's only one area for vehicle parking — the school's front, a place I'm currently determined to avoid. Seayers High's back entrance leads to the football field, not in use today since parties always seem to be scheduled around their practice times, a special privilege allowing everyone to clear out time for the popular crowd.

“Adams, you’re not seriously going to ignore me, are you?” He glanced at me briefly, “A few minutes more. Are you scared that I was going to kidnap you?” “Very funny.” I turned my head outside the window, slouched in my seat, crossing my arms. Whatever he was planning, I hope he does it well. It wasn’t long before the car slowed down and came to a stop in front of what looked like an old, abandoned graveyard. The air was eerily still, and the overcast sky gave the place a gloomy feel.

Just standing in close proximity of the school would give people a headache, vivid hallucinations, with some even foaming at the mouth. Because of it, people typically stayed away from the area. Which made the area even more perfect for Craig. At the back of the school, there was an abandoned graveyard. It hadn't been taken of for generations. I ran towards the graveyard, looking for any sign of a recent grave. I knew I had to be careful for a few reasons. I couldn't give Craig any reason to terminate me, however I don't think he would now. As I just agreed to become his slave for the rest of my life. Something he's always wanted, but never succeeded. So I doubt that he'll end my life should

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.

The graveyard was on the north side of town, past the abandoned mall and the strip of fast-food restaurants that had been there since Eliana was small. She had driven past it a hundred times without looking, her eyes fixed on the road, her mind locked on the asphalt. She had never walked through the iron gates. She had never read the name on the stone.

LUKE’S P.O.V It’s been fifteen minutes since the last bell of the day rang. The school’s parking lot is already packed with students. Some try to drive out of it, while most hang around. Dre’s mum, Halle, texted earlier. She wants me to check out the venue for the memorial. *I know we normally do this in a hall, but I was thinking this year, we could do it outside...by her graveyard. We've never done that before.*

Lucky for us, this is not a particularly big graveyard, and we shall spot any lights from a distance. I pair up with Edward, and I move towards the south side of the graveyard, Bobby, being brave, has gone east on his own, with Lilith and Breyden west and the boys taking the north. We shall move our way from the outside in and meet up where the biggest of the tombstones are held. We are hoping that the center is where they shall be. Now, a graveyard has never been my most favorite place for hunting; yes, it is perfect, but there is just something about walking on the ground where dead humans are underneath that makes my skin crawl. And I know that Edward shares the same sentiment.

I hope the truck doesn't carry the money either. He arrived at the cemetery at 11.04 PM. The atmosphere at the funeral was very quiet. Of course, who wants to be in a night horror place like this. There are four trash cans within reach of the eye in this area. One is near the car, the other is in front of it. The other two were on the other side of the cemetery.