Schoolbus Graveyard Novels & Stories

Sasha’s heart hammered in her chest as the black bus finally slowed down, pulling in front of an old, worn-out building on the outskirts of town. The structure was a far cry from the bustling marketplace—it looked abandoned, with faded graffiti scrawled across the crumbling walls and shattered windows reflecting the golden hues of the setting sun. It was tucked between two larger warehouses, hidden in plain sight, and the air around it felt oppressive, like a place where unspeakable things had happened.

“Speaking of things that go bump in the night, did you hear about that thing in the graveyard over in Higganum?” Leesa’s heart rate spiked again as the images from her dream came rushing back to her. Higganum was a small rural community less than ten miles south of Weston College. She hoped Cali wasn’t going to say what she thought she was going to say. “Graveyard?” she asked. “No, I didn’t hear anything.” She was almost afraid to ask about it, but she had to know. “What happened?” “It’s really freaky. Someone dug up a bunch of bodies, and then left ‘em lying right there on the ground.”

"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.

Suzan told her mother Eva as they got ready. Eva nodded. "She should." So they all went together. Suzan, her mother Eva, her father Paul, Jonah, Fred on Suzan's lap, and Maria holding Nanny Sara's hand in the back seat of Joseph's car. Joseph drove them in silence to the city cemetery. The car was full, but heavy with silence. It was a grey, quiet afternoon. The kind of afternoon where even the birds don't sing. Three plain coffins were already waiting under a jacaranda tree, three graves dug side by side.

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.*

Rex then got into the car and it sped away quickly. Mount View Elementary School was an abandoned site in the rural area. For various reasons, the school had not been demolished even after the location was marked as a demolition site. Therefore, it was left abandoned since then. Soon, a car that carried a passenger in it sped right into the area without regard for anything else...

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