It was just the fifth of the day. I was just trying to go to the market, and I swear to myself, but the bus I entered took a strange turn. And before I knew it, the sky began to change and it turned red. The air smelled like it was burnt stools, like everywhere was all foaming, and the passengers all started laughing—like they knew something that I didn’t know, or I was not aware of.
And that was the sign: when the bus finally stopped, and it said, “Welcome to a place of no return.”
I started thinking that it was a prank, but the ground was too hot, and the people around me looked so familiar, not strangers. People from the past, people I’ve met before, I’ve had an encounter with, not once, not twice.
People I had wronged, ignored, or disappointed. They were all demons. They weren’t demons, but they were just a reflection of my past. They were not just humans.
I realized here wasn’t just a place; it was a confrontation.
Luckily it was only a day trip, but when the bus started to carry me back home, I came back with a clear heart and things I needed to do and fix in my life.
A very interesting story to read. I really liked how that chilling experience changed his perspective and led him to reevaluate his life.
Thanks for sharing your story with us.
Good day.