The Woman at Every Bus Stop

I was running late to high school when I noticed the same woman standing at every single bus

stop I passed. Same red coat, same blank stare. I thought maybe she was just walking

the same direction, but then I saw her ahead of me again at the fourth stop. I slowed down,

watched her for a second, and she turned to look directly at me.

Her face was completely expressionless. I blinked and she was gone. No footsteps,

no movement, just gone. I got to school and told my friend about it.

She went pale and pulled out her phone. Showed me a photo from 1987. A missing persons

case. Red coat. Same woman. Still unsolved.