The Ghost Bus of Himachal

The mountain night was unforgiving, a torrent of rain and creeping fog.

He waited. Then, through the mist, an ancient bus emerged.

Its engine groaned ominously. He entered a world frozen in time.

An elderly woman watched, unblinking. A chilling crack broke the silence

as she turned. Her gaze was piercing. Don't sit near the windows.

Outside, an impossible shadow raced. Something was watching the bus.

Aargh! What is that thing? The glass shattered. Chaos erupted as

the creature invaded. Suddenly, the old woman rose, chanting ancient words,