Eerie Tales

I got on a bus after I waited for a couple of minutes at the waiting shed to go to my new job. The town was totally fine and had been giving me a cheerful ambiance ever since I arrived here two days ago. The place was relaxing, the people were great, and chaos was hard to come by. My decision to transfer here had never been in vain. "Whoa, this bus is cool!" I whispered to myself as I roamed my eyes around the bus, as soon as I settled beside a man in his tuxedo, who was probably going to work, too. The bus was air-conditioned. The window panes were so thick, the seats were comfortable, there was also a small TV in front, and the interior of the bus was like that of a huge armored car. Interesting! The ride was smooth and safe and sound as I was looking outside the window while thinking of what my new job would be, how my new boss would behave, and what my new colleagues would think of me. My thoughts burst like a bubble when the windows immediately shut before me. I almost flinched, but the man beside me never moved an inch. I never see anything from the outside anymore. My ears boomed with melodious music as it began to fill the whole bus. My eyes roamed with knitted brows, observing the people around me. "Seems muddled, huh?" The man beside me spoke. I looked at him and nodded. "Um... yes. It's kind of strange here. Why were the windows shut in a second? Is the bus broken or something? Then the speakers began to fill the bus with the loud sound. Are these normal on this cool bus? I've never experienced this kind of ride before." The road got bumpy. Our ride was now rough, jumpy, and annoying. I needed to hold on tightly to the hand railing to stabilize my position. The man chuckled. "I can say you're totally new here. It's obvious! But hey, it's normal. Next time you ride a bus, when you see that the windows are shut, and blasting music begins to fill the whole bus, that only means that you're passing through the devil's tunnel," he muttered. My brows even furrowed when I heard the name "devil's tunnel." "Devil's tunnel?" I asked, muddled. "All the people who needed to be killed were killed in this tunnel." Ugh! I hate bumpy roads... "What do you mean?" I asked. The man leaned close to me. "Shut windows prevent us from seeing what's outside the bus, and the music distracts us from hearing..." "Hearing..." "The screams of the people who were being crushed by the tires down the road. Dead people make our ride bumpy."