Night Trip.

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Night Trip.

 

Strange to say I did not hear the bus as it pulled alongside of me to let a few strangers get off the bus. The driver did not ask me for any fare. I walked back to where a vacant seat offered itself to me. Sitting down taking the weight off from my feet I felt this irresistible urge to close my eyes. I was not aware that the bus made many a stop on that night. I was away somewhere in the land of Nod.

 

I awoke to the sound of a hooter blowing away as if the devil himself was after someone. Forcing my eyes open I was alone in the bus. All alone, where was the driver, what had he done with all those passengers. Making my way to the front of the bus I sat myself down in the driver’s seat. I could just as well have stayed seated on my seat. I could not steer the bus, even the foot pedals moved of their own accord. An invisible hand reached for the handbrake leaving me enough time to grab the nearest hold above the door. The door opened and I distinctly felt four passengers getting off the bus.

 

The bus moved off leaving me standing there cursing to myself. Why didn’t you get off whilst you had the chance. I then noticed what I took to be the emergency brake. Tugging hard on this silken looking cord I felt it snap. Did I use too much force or have I now got more power in my arm. This trip in this special bus was getting me nowhere. Should I take a chance and open the door and jump. Would that free me from this nightmare, for that is what it was a nightmare. Who had the craft to remain invisible and steer this monster of a bus. Was the devil himself behind it all? Have I broken some unknown law to have to put up with this nonsense of being driven in a bus that felt as natural as a bus should feel? I was beginning to think that it was time for another visit to see my psychiatrist. What would he dish me up this time? Perhaps that I have an overworked imagination compensating for my very weird juvenile form of brain. Oh! Yes he tells me some even worse things that I usually take with a pinch of salt and think my very own thoughts about my friendly, too friendly Psychiatrist. Suddenly the bus pulled up to a full stop, Thinking that something that needed help was lying under the bus. I opened the door and jumped out. Under the bus there was nothing to be seen. The bus had in the meantime pulled away with a terrific burst of speed. I watched its stoplights flash as if wishing me goodbye and then I saw what I took to be a wisp of smoke running across the field next to the road. I swear that this all took place last Thursday night and no there was no moonlight and I would be willing to swear that this small story is the truth Bern your scribbler.

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