Every night at 2:07 AM, a black bus stops in front of his house. No driver. No passengers. Just a white ticket under his door that says: COME ALONE, OR SHE DIES. Beneath his house, someone is digging. He can hear the shovel scraping every night. The town says the bus takes the dead to nowhere - and never brings them back. But this time, it came for the living. To save his daughter, he must board the last bus to nowhere, where every passenger is a ghost with unfinished revenge, and the final stop is his own grave. Will he get off alive?

Part 1: The Three Knocks It was exactly 12:00 midnight when Amara heard three loud knocks on her bedroom door. Knock. Knock. Knock. She sat up in bed, her heart beating faster than usual. She lived alone in her late grandmother's old house, a place surrounded by tall trees and thick bushes. The nearest neighbour lived almost a kilometre away. "Who's there?" she whispered. Nobody answered. She checked her phone. There was no network, and the battery was at 13%. Then came the knocks again. Knock. Knock. Knock. This time, a woman's voice whispered from the other side. "Amara... open the door. I'm cold." Amara froze. She knew that voice. It was her grandmother's voice. But her grandmother had been buried three years ago. "Grandma?" Amara called out, trembling. The voice answered immediately. "My child, please open the door. I have been standing here for a very long time." Amara slowly climbed out of bed and approached the door. Just as her fingers touched the handle, she remembered something her grandmother had told her before she died. "If you ever hear my voice calling you after midnight, do not open the door. No matter what you hear, do not let it inside." Amara stepped back. Suddenly, the voice outside changed. It became deeper, rougher, and full of anger. "AMARA! OPEN THIS DOOR!" The entire house shook. Then everything went silent. A few seconds later, her phone lit up with a message from an unknown number. DON'T LOOK UNDER YOUR BED. Amara's breath caught in her throat. Slowly, against every instinct in her body, she lowered her eyes toward the darkness beneath her bed. Two pale hands were gripping the wooden frame from underneath. And something beneath the bed began to laugh. 👻 Read THE GIRL WHO STOLE MY FACE to uncover the terrifying truth. Tags: #Horror #GhostStory #Suspense #Supernatural #Mystery #Twins #Thriller #HorrorFiction #Dreame #Rulelink