Horror And Mystery Stories
MYSTERY BUS HAUNTED

Sumber Kencono Bus. This bus is quite famous among the people of East Java and eastern Central Java. This fleet of buses is famous for its reckless habits. In addition, the number of accidents is also high. No wonder the name of Source Kencono is often mengelesetkan by the community to be "Source Bencono" aka "Source Disaster".

In fact, once this bus was burned in Ngawi by the mob because it hit a motorcyclist to death. Maybe because it wanted to change the image, the name of this fleet was eventually changed to that (Source Congratulations).

This is one of the true stories of mystical stories that you can believe you can't.

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Cold, I put my jacket together. I don't know how many cigarettes I've spent waiting for this damn bus. I saw the clock in my hand showing at 12 p.m. My eyes got tired of looking at the Janti flyover. I've been waiting here for almost two hours. Really jerk, no bus would stop. Mana alone anyway, so a bit of goosebumps, a mixture of fear there are rough thugs the same mystical aroma of Kliwon Friday malem known to the Javanese as a sacred night.

From the west I saw the motorbike slowing down, it seemed he wanted to wait for the bus as well. Raced by a young man with a jacket bearing the emblem of one of the colleges on the North Ringroad, he got off while taking off his helmet.

"Ati-ati bro!", the biker turned back while waving his hand.

Pretty good, there's something here. At least if there is someone who wants to malak can run in different directions so that the premiums are confused about which one to pursue.

Don't laugh, I'm struggling with people who don't think about the future of street thugs. A little traumatized also because of the first storm time with thugs, they just want to throw knives. Well, whoever's gonna get hit is gonna have to deal with the cops. He probably thinks he's in custody no problem, can eat for free. If I am, I can be beaten by my father!

"Where are you going?", I tried to be friendly.

Pshaw! So arrogant about this one! How many times did I say hello, not once did he answer. Pretending not to be horrified, pretentious busy writhing the arrival of the bus towards the overpass. This may have been said by the Mbah in the village, "Wong Jowo Ilang Jowone", already know tatakrama.

Fortunately, not long after that the bus came. Sumber Kencono, the legendary bus majoring in Jogja - Surabaya, and this time the bus wants to stop. Mas gondrong went up first. Uh, how did I just get on one leg of the bus already walking again? Really not polite! But maybe it has become a habit, because the schedule of departure between buses is sometimes only a difference of 5 minutes, making them unable to stop for a long time, worried about the same mepet back.

Tumben just got Janti, the bus is full? There are one or two seats with a capacity of three new people occupied by two people, but there are no passengers who offer me a seat. More precisely they did not react to anything when I excused to sit down. Pshaw! The more outrageous these people are! Accustomed to living alone maybe, has been lost all kinds of suave that supposedly once became one of the characteristics of people here.

Fortunately, there were three empty seats in the back seat. No need to excuse me, relief can also climb the legs, maybe while klebas-klebus ngerok to drive away boredom later. Caring for the devil the same people will be disturbed or not, wong they are called aja no reply, should be disturbed also no protest! Now the important thing is to break first, compensation from standing almost two hours of waiting for the bus.

Wait a minute, the quiet time of taking the bus at night is common, but it seems like the current one is too quiet. There might be one or two slow babbles heard, but why was the expression of these people so flat? More precisely there was no expression on the face. Even the person next to me felt no presence. I'm getting a little creepy.

I used to say, "Kalo malem do not wait for a bus from Janti, better than the terminal, because there is said to be a ghost bus that likes to take passengers there!"

"Huh, ghost bus?"

"Yes, ghost bus!"

Selangkan news said this bus had a severe accident and all passengers were killed. When we boarded it all the passengers were pale-faced and ignored our presence. It is said that taking the bus from Jogja can get to Surabaya in less than three hours. But if again not lucky, it could also not reach Surabaya, we were even taken to the middle of nowhere. Worse yet, he said the ghost bus was Sumber Kencono who was famous for being speedy.

"Mas, where are you going to get off?", I tried to greet the passenger next to me, as well as expel curiosity, when there was a ghost bus.

He did not reply, rather reacting like everyone I had been, there was no expression! It's starting to get scary! I tried to pat her on the shoulder so she would respond to my greeting. Shit, my hand went through his shoulder! He's not real, he's not human!

"Sir, left sir! I'm down here!", I cried in panic.

But they remained cold with no expression. Goddamnit! Could it be that I will be carried away to the supernatural realm as people have told me? My hair is goosebumps, my body feels cold. But panic now. I try to remember the prayers that the monk taught me first. But shit, forget all!

Almost unknowingly, I grabbed a cigarette. I turn it on slowly and sucked deeply to expel the tension.

"Sak, how does the bus smell?", the passenger next to me suddenly closed his nose, looked straight as if he had pierced me and asked the brow standing at the back door.

"It's okay, man! Sometimes I like the smell of incense. He said there used to be a passenger in Janti there again waiting for the bus to die stabbed in a storm at the same thug. And if the Friday mall Kliwon kayak now, he said he likes to take the bus. Kasian, maybe the death is not calm!", replied the kentek.

I was overwhelmed, and the bus kept going.....