A tired office worker boards the last bus of the night — the mysterious 2:45 Bus that locals avoid. The ride feels strangely quiet… too quiet. The passengers don’t move. Their faces look pale and lifeless. And when the driver speaks, the man realizes he’s not on a normal bus at all. He’s on a journey that loops between the living and the dead — and tonight, it has come for him. A chilling urban horror story filled with suspense, emotion, and a twist that will stay with you long after the video ends. #horrorstory #scarystory #youtubeshorts #urbanhorror #streetstory #creepypasta #shortfilm #lostglove #suspensestory #darknight
00:00It was 2.30 a.m. when Arham finally left the office. Another late night. Another lonely walk to the bus stop. The city felt dead at that hour silent buildings, empty roads, and a cold wind that made the streetlights flicker.
00:17At exactly 2.45 the bus arrived, but something felt wrong the moment the doors opened. The inside was too quiet, too still. Every passenger sat perfectly straight, staring forward, not blinking, not moving as if they'd been carved out of stone.
00:37Arham hesitated, but exhaustion pulled him in. He sat near the back. The bus started moving without a sound. No engine rumble. No humming. Only silence thick enough to choke on.
00:52Arham's anxiety grew. He leaned forward and whispered to the man sitting in front of him.
00:59Excuse me, does this bus go to Garden Town? No reply, not even a breath. Arham's heartbeat doubled. He reached out and tapped the man's shoulder. The body tilted slightly and then snapped back upright like a mechanical toy resetting.
01:17Arham shot to the bus. Arham shot to his feet. Driver, stop the bus. The driver didn't turn around. Not until Arham saw his reflection in the rear-view mirror. A wide grin stretched across his wrinkled face.
01:33You finally woke up, the driver whispered. You've been riding with us for a long, long time.
01:42Arham felt the floor shift beneath him. The passengers' heads slowly turned toward him, all at one size hollow, jaws hanging open as if they wanted to breathe, but forgot how.
01:54The bus screeched to the door. The bus screeched to a halt. Your stop, the driver said.
02:00Arham stumbled out into the cold night air, gasping, but when he looked around, his chest tightened. The buildings were different. The road was narrower. The billboard nearby was old, faded, showing an advertisement from decades ago.
02:17And then he saw it. A signboard at the bus stop. Route 47, service ended, after accident 2005. Arham's blood ran ice-cold. He looked behind him. The bus was gone. Only the sound of distant wheels echoed, like something was circling back. For him.
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