"Welcome to the fourth chapter. Let me continue with the incident. Yesterday, I told you how the bus driver, gripped by fear, retreated inside the bus without finishing the tire repair.
The Principal asked him, 'What happened? You are a grown man, why are you so afraid? Look at the children, they are standing outside with such courage.' After several attempts to encourage him, the driver said in a trembling voice, 'Sir... Sir! I won't be able to drive the bus anymore, nor can I fix the tire.'
This had become a very worrying situation. The Principal first tried to understand the reason behind the driver's extreme fear, then patting his back, he said, 'Brother! You are our hero, and such hiding doesn't suit a hero.' After much persuasion, the driver showed courage and agreed to fix the tire and drive the bus.
All the children and teachers boarded the bus, and it started moving again. Everything seemed fine, but what happened next will make your skin crawl—something no one had ever imagined.
After traveling for about 1 or 2 kilometers, everyone on the bus—the children, teachers, and the driver—saw someone standing by the roadside. I have heard that merely listening to this incident has made many people fall ill. You might think this is a movie script, but it is a true story of that village, and the entire school trip is a witness to it.
Everyone saw someone standing on the road wearing white clothes. These clothes were shining so brightly in the bus's headlights that they were visible from afar. However, no one could see that person's face.
Terrified, the driver increased the speed of the bus. That figure in white gestured with its hand to stop the bus, but the driver didn't stop. Everyone was petrified; they closed their eyes as the driver sped away from that spot.
When the children looked through the rear window of the bus, they found the road drenched in blood, as if a terrible accident had occurred. But the horror didn't end there. Suddenly, something began to thud loudly on the roof of the bus. Everyone screamed in terror, then the sound stopped. But a few moments later, blood started trickling down the bus windows.
Morning arrived, and the village began to buzz with activity. People started coming onto the roads. Then, a man's eyes fell upon the bus. He saw that the bus had crashed into a tree, and the front windshield was shattered. The man immediately realized it was the school trip because there was only one school in the village. He hadn't sent his own child on the trip.
He quickly gathered people and tried to open the door. The bus was covered in red from all sides, so it was impossible to see inside without opening the door. As soon as the man opened the door, he was stunned. First, he saw that everyone inside was unconscious and in terrible condition. Second, he received a shock when he realized that the 'red color' on his hands from opening the door wasn't paint—it was blood. His hands were sticky; he smelled it and was convinced it was definitely blood.
That man was very brave. He didn't let anyone else touch the bus. He knew that if people found out it was blood, they would panic. He somehow managed to wake everyone up. They were all conscious but dazed and terrified. When they were asked what happened, they told the whole story. But the mystery remained—when everyone looked at the windows that were drenched in blood just a few hours ago, there was no sign of blood anymore.
I was only 2 years old when this happened. My grandfather told me this story. Even today, the entire school trip bears witness to this event.
This was not the first such incident in Bari village; there have been many such spine-chilling events. In the next chapter, I will mention another such incident that will force you to think. It's about a wrestler whom no one could defeat, but he lost to a thin, frail man. When morning came, the time of the wrestler's death had arrived... and then that wrestler too was terrified.
I will mention the full incident to you. Until then, stay connected with us! Thank you!"