Nightshift
I am a SBS bus driver and I had worked for more than ten years. Sick of waking up early in the morning, I decided to change to the nightshift.
As a result, I was assigned to a new bus service. When all my friends found out which one it was, their faces paled. They told me to be careful and be polite to all my passengers. I was explicitly told not to scold any passengers boarding from a particular stop, especially when she did not pay the fare. Being curious, I tried to find out more but no more answers could be gotten out of my friends.
My first night started out well. I was relishing the idea of sleeping in the next morning. When I arrived at that particular stop, I saw a Chinese lady. With a delicate built, she had a flawless complexion and beautiful eyes. Her high cheekbones marked her beauty from another Chinese women.
Like my friends had said, she did not pay when she boarded the bus. Instead, she merely walked on to the back of the bus where she sat down. I remembered my friend’s advice and did not persue the incident.
When the lady passed me, I felt a sudden chill running down my spine. The air around me was filled with a very strong perfume. She went to the back of the bus and sat down. I did not notice much about her. Every night, the same thing happened. After a while, I got used to this and fitted into the late bus schedule easily.
One night, my bus was totally empty, as it was already the last shift. When I came to the bus stop, I was glad to see her. When the lady board the bus, I smiled at her. She smiled back.
She charmed me. My eyes roamed her well-shaped body. She was wearing a tight red outfit that stretched all the way down. When I looked down at her feet, I realised that I could not see her legs. Strangely, she seemed to be float around.
I smelt the jasmine scent again. This time, I made the connection. It was then that I truly realised what she was. Frightened, I kept my eyes on the road ahead.
Strangely, when I look through the mirror, I could still see her reflection. ‘Ghost have reflections?’ I wondered to myself.
When I was near the cemetary, a bell rang out in the bus. I looked into the mirror as I opened the bus doors. No one alighted. I turned around and scanned the back of the bus. The lady had disappeared.