00:00On the outskirts of a small, quiet town, there stood an old-school bus depot,
00:04its yellow buses lined up in perfect rows, waiting for the dawn to break.
00:08This depot was the hub of many stories, but none more haunting than the events of April 10,
00:13ten years ago. The day began like any other spring morning, with the sun rising slowly
00:18over the horizon, casting a golden glow over the sleepy town. Students boarded bus 23,
00:24chattering excitedly about the upcoming field trip to the nearby historical site.
00:28The driver, Mr. Thompson, a kind-hearted man with a penchant for whistling cheerful tunes,
00:33greeted each child with a warm smile. As the bus rumbled down the country roads,
00:38the atmosphere was one of excitement and anticipation.
00:41The students, ranging from 1st to 5th grade, laughed and played, their innocence filling
00:46the air with a sense of pure joy. But as they turned onto the winding path that led to the
00:50historical site, the sky darkened unnaturally, and a heavy fog rolled in, obscuring the road ahead.
00:56Mr. Thompson, on phase, slowed the bus and turned on the headlights.
01:00The children's laughter quieted as the eerie silence of the fog enveloped them. Then,
01:04without warning, the bus shuddered violently, as if it had hit something. The fog thickened,
01:09and a cold chill swept through the vehicle. Suddenly, the bus' engine died, and the lights
01:14flickered before going out entirely. The children huddled together, their earlier excitement replaced
01:19with unease. Mr. Thompson tried to restart the bus, but the engine refused to cooperate.
01:24He stepped outside to check, vanishing into the thick mist. Minutes turned into hours,
01:29and the students grew increasingly anxious. Where had Mr. Thompson gone?
01:34The silence was deafening, punctuated only by the occasional creak of the bus' settling.
01:39Just as panic began to set in, a figure appeared at the front of the bus, but it wasn't Mr.
01:44Thompson. It was a pale, gaunt woman in a tattered dress, her eyes hollow and haunting.
01:49She stepped inside, her presence sending a wave of fear through the children.
01:53She spoke in a whisper, her voice barely audible over the rising wind.
01:57April 10th. The day they were taken. Her words sent shivers down their spines.
02:02You must leave this place, or you will join them. Terrified, the children scrambled to the back of
02:07the bus, but the woman vanished as quickly as she had appeared. Desperate, they tried to open the
02:11emergency exit, but it was stuck. Just then, the fog began to seep into the bus cold and wet,
02:16wrapping around them like icy fingers from the fog emerged shadowy figures, children with hollow
02:21eyes and mournful expressions. These ghostly apparitions reached out, their whispers a chorus
02:26of sorrow. Join us, save us. The students, trapped and helpless, felt the cold grip of despair.
02:32They huddled together, praying for a miracle. As the fog kicked in, their voices grew weaker,
02:37and one by one, they succumbed to the icy embrace of the spectral children.
02:41When rescue crews finally arrived, they found bus 23 empty, the seats covered in a thin layer
02:47of frost. No sign of the children or Mr. Thompson was ever found. The bus was towed back to the
02:52depot, where it was left to gather dust and rust. To this day, on the anniversary of April 10th,
02:58those who dared to venture near the old bus depot claim to hear the feigned echoes of children's
03:02laughter mixed with mournful cries. The townspeople whisper that the spirits of the lost children still
03:07linger, trapped in an eternal loop of that fateful day, seeking someone to break the curse and set
03:13them free, and so the story of the tragic school bus on April 10th remains, a chilling reminder of
03:19the tin veil between the living and the dead, and the haunting power of unfinished business.
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