As the Autumn wind blew against the bus window, Glen Bradford glazed out at the passing scenery of shades of red and orange leaves.
With Glen on the old, rickety bus taking the high school freshmen of Photon Prep Academy to the their Saturday detention at an apple farm while the school is being cleaned out due to a rat infestation, was Jenny Duke who was is a tomboy with a skateboard that she carried everywhere and Henry Franka, a pretty-boy jock who never leaves the house without a mirror. Sitting at the front of the bus was their strict and odd principle, Ms. Vigman, who's family owned the farm.
"You will pick the apples and count each of them then write an essay on the number you got," Ms. Vigman's odd punishment was no surprise to them.
By the time they got to the farm, the sun started to set. There's no way that Ms. Vigman will make us stay the night here just to pick apples, Glen thought to himself as the engine started to make noises like it was dying.
"Oh, dear," muttered the bus driver as the bus pulled over to the side.
Later that night as the freshmen boys went to the guest room where they would sleep for the night, Glen kept replaying the bad news over in his head. The bus wouldn't be fix till morning so we will stay the night here.
Jenny went with Ms. Vigman to her old childhood bedroom. Poor Jenny.
As the boys got ready for bed, Jenny's scream echoed through the house, bouncing on and off the walls.
"JENNY!" yelled Henry as he took off through the door and down the hall with Glen on his tail. When the boys found Jenny, they also found a gruesome scene. Ms. Vigman had been lit on fire and was burning alive on the ceiling. Her mouth was being covered by a ghostly blue hand. Her muffled screams echoed in the freshmen's minds as she was pulled through the ceiling.
The three of them stood in silence as they tried to understand what had just happened.
"THIS PLACE IS HAUNTED! WE"LL ALL GONNA DIE!" Jenny was going hysterical now.
"There's no such thing as ghosts, Jenny," when Henry tried to reason with Jenny, she just shook.
"My dad was joking with me about this place, saying about how it was built on a graveyard. I thought he was just kidding, but look at what just happened to our crazy PRINCIPLE!" Jenny started to hyperventilate.
"This has to be a trick. The crazy old hag probably wants to freak us out of our bad behavior."
"DON'T DISS THE DEAD! DO YOU HER TO COME AND HAUNT US!"
"THIS IS A TRICK! THERE'S NO GHOSTS!"
As the two of them fought like nine year-olds, Glen tried to think straight.
"Listen guys," Glen started to their attention, "we need to keep our heads on our shoulders and chill out. Now there is a logical explanation for what's going on. I say that we should try and talk to the driver to see if he knows what is happening."
The boys led the way with Jenny saying the Lord's prayer be hide them.
"Jenny! Knock that off," Henry scolded.
When they got outside, the bus was on its side and ripped in half.
"I KNEW IT! THE SPIRITS ARE ANGRY WITH US!"
Neither Glen nor Henry could think of a reasonable explanation for the bus's condition.
"Where's the driver?"
Henry turned to the apple trees. His blue eyes widen with fear. Jenny and Glen looked where he was pointing to with his shakily hand.
There, nailed to a big tree that was in the center of the farm, was the bus driver. His eyes and mouth had been sewed shut. The rusty nails stuck out of his hands, feet, and lower torso.
"Jesus! SAVE US!" Jenny started to hyperventilate again. Henry started to freak out now to.
"LISTEN HERE, YOU DEAD MURDERS! WE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO YOU!" Glen watched Henry yell at the air.
"CHILL? GLEN, WE ARE STUCK IN THE MIDDLE OF NO WHERE ,ON A HAUNTED FARM WHERE GHOSTS WANT US DEAD! AND YOU'RE TELLING ME TO CHILL OUT?" Henry started to yell, "I WANT TO DIE LOOKING HOT AND NOT BY GHOST HANDS!"
Henry then turned and went back into the house to find a phone to call for help.
"Henry, come back here. We need to stay together," Glen said this not because he was worried about the jerk, but because he has seen enough horror movies to know that the phone wouldn't work.
Jenny and Glen turned back to look at the old worn down barn house where the loud crash sound came from. Glen turned back to Jenny.
Glen then took off to find Henry. When Glen entered the doorway, he found Henry laying face down in a pool of his blood. His face was smashed in and the phone beside him. The phone was covered in his blood.
Henry just wanted to go out looking hot, Glen thought. As he bent down to see if Henry was still alive, Jenny's screams came from outside.
Jenny was being dragged by her legs across the dirt by a pair of ghostly blue hands. Jenny clawed at the dirt, trying to find something to stop the ghost from pulling her. Another pair of hands popped out of the ground and grabbed her arms.
Then, something grabbed Glen by the leg. Glen was being pulled into the ground by multiple pairs of hands. They had already pulled him half way in when he started to try to hit them away. As the hands pulled his head under, everything went dark...
Ethan Eval, a proud writer, looked up from his short story at the TV. The news was on and talking about victims of a gas link at an old barn house on an apple farm were put into critical condition. Ethan's eyes widened when they posted the names of the victims. Ms. Vigman, the owner of the farm; Jenny Duke, her niece; Henry Franka, Jenny's boyfriend; and Glen Bradford, Henry's best friend.
That has to be a coincidence, Ethan thought but he knew it wasn't, because he had found a pen with a note.
This pen has the power to change reality. DO NOT USE.
Ethan Eval changed that day. He had a menacing power now and he was gonna use it, no matter what...