The Woman at the Bus Stop
She always waits there. Always at three in the morning. Always dressed in ash colored garments. Always sitting on that same bench every night, never moving an inch. Always she holds her purse firmly on her lap and close to her. If you ask her what she is doing there, her answer is always the same: “I'm waiting for the bus.”. Buses don't run at three in the morning…yet no matter how many times you ask her, her answer will never change.

“I'm waiting for the bus.”.

Ask her any other question, you'll receive no answer. But should you give her bus fare…

“I'm waiting for the bus to take me…will you join me?,” is what she will ask you. If you walk away, her and the bench will follow you, always ahead of you. Saying no will prove fruitless as she will endlessly repeat her request. Say yes to her….

“Thank you for joining me…we haven’t had any new passengers on board for awhile…”

The bus doors will swing open and pull you in…your next stop…nowhere…you're lost…gone forever…the woman has vanished…you're alone....trapped until your body and soul have ebbed away completely….you have become part of the bus…

The woman waits again…always waiting for that bus to arrive…always at three in the morning...
If you see her, just simply mind your own business and walk past her…lest you become the next passenger.


Give me your honest opinion folks.