This particular story didn't happen to me, but it happened
to a number of people who live in my area.
There is a bus called the 79 which runs very often around my area and
takes you into our town center. It is a double decker bus
and many people take it, as it is one of the most common.
Anyway, one day when it was taking its regular route, a
bunch of teenagers came running down the stairs of the bus
yelling at the bus driver to let them off. The bus driver
simply stated that he couldn't as they were at a red light,
but the children persisted, so he let them off. The driver
thought nothing of it, and carried on with his journey.
About five minutes later, a full grown man came running
down the stairs, he also demanded to be let off the bus.
The driver, becoming a little impatient asked the man why
he was in such a hurry to get off the bus. The man simply
replied, 'there's a man with no face up there, he just
tapped me on the shoulder, I turned round and he asks
me 'who am I?' but he had no face!' The driver then looks
through his mirror to the top of the bus, and there at the
back of the bus was a man sitting all in black with a hood
over his head, but the driver could clearly pick out that
this man had no face.
He pulled the bus over and slowly
walked up the stairs only to find the bus completely
empty.
Another encounter happened when one of my friends
got off the bus and looked up to the top deck to wave
goodbye to his girlfriend, there sitting right behind her
was the man with no face, looking out the window at him.
A
mum and her daughter were on the bus one day when the
little girl started laughing and pointing to the seat next
to her, the mother looked, and there, right next to her the
man with no face appeared and asked her 'who am I?'
Needless to say the woman didn't stay on that bus for too
long.
The driver decided to call a medium to try and work
out why this restless spirit kept harassing the passengers
with the question, 'who am I?'. The medium got to the top
of the bus and said that he sensed a lot of pain at the back
of the bus. He made further research and found out that a
man had died at the back of that very bus due to a very bad
heart attack. The attack was so bad that it caused the
muscles in his face to go into spasms, and it caused severe
damage to his brain, hence him not knowing who he was.
That night, the driver and the medium sat at the back of
the bus and waited for their faceless friend to arrive.
The bus went cold, then he appeared next to the medium.
Once again in his troubled voice he asked 'who am I?' The
medium told him who he was and that he was dead and
explained the cause of his death in detail. As the medium
told him this, a twisted distortion which became a face
appeared. The man smiled at the medium, gave a sigh and
said 'Thank you'. He then slowly disappeared.
The man has
never been seen on that bus since.
Thank you for reading
my story I hope you all enjoyed it, if you have any
questions please contact me on my address below. Peace!
Contact me here: va001g1346@blueyonder.co.uk
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