Ghost Stories

One night, around 11, I was in a tour bus. I was coming home from camp in California on my way to Nevada. At the border of California and Nevada, there is a fashion mall, and behind that, a mental prison. The prison was built about 20 years.

A movie was playing on the bus, but it showed no light at all. All of the adults were sleeping, and all the kids were hyped up on sugar. I was sitting in my seat, minding my own business, when we passed by the old prison. The prison was made for the murderers. There is only one road that leads to the main highway. It has no lights, so if someone were to escape, they wouldn't be able to see, and they would get pricked by a cactus. They nicknamed the prison the 'Place of No Shadows,' because there are no shadows at all.

A friend was telling a story about how a guy had recently escaped and was on the run. He had been charged for third degree murder on two people. After she finished telling the story, a chill suddenly ran through me. I remembered that the news had been talking about a murderer on the loose the day we left. Since we had left only two days ago, I was pretty creeped out. Suddenly, as I turned to look out the window, I saw a man in a straight jacket with a crazy look on his face jump up to the side of the bus. We all felt the bus get hit and screamed. The man stared me right in the eye and said, "You and your friend are next," and he went away. I could barely talk the rest of the way home.