Don’t get on the #32 bus at Angrignon station
I can’t believe this is happening. It has to be a nightmare. I just need to wake up. Please, for the love of God, let me wake up.
I was heading home from the bar with a few friends, and it was late as hell. I’ll admit, I was far from sober, but I know how to get HOME, dammit. I take the metro until I arrive at the last stop, Angrignon station. I hop on the #32 bus and once I get off it’s only a five minute walk to my place. I was drunk though, and it was late, and I guess I fell asleep.
I woke up a few hours ago. The bus is empty and at a complete stop. I don’t know where it is, it looks like a dirt road. There’s nothing but forest around me. I have a signal on my phone, and I was thankful for that, until I came to the realization that it’s completely useless. I can turn on mobile data, but I get nothing except an endless loading screen on Google Maps. I can see posts on Facebook, but I’ve tried God knows how many times to comment or message anyone, anything, and I get failed attempts every time. I’ll press “send” and it’s like whatever I type is sent into a void. The same thing applies with text messages.
I tried calling 9-1-1, of course I fucking did. Guess what? I got no response. Nothing but static. I tried calling my girlfriend after that and she answered-she actually answered!
“Hey love! Did you make it home yet?”
” T̴̰̰̺̿H̵̢̛͙̲È̶̢̗R̴̙͒Ḛ̸̩̮̓̿Į̴̼̎Ş̴͕͗N̵͍̱͛̅Ŏ̵͔̠̱͗̅T̴̡̢̹͐́̎Ḣ̵̺̜͐̈́I̸̪̗̎N̶͖̔̿͜ͅG̸͓͇̽̾Y̸̦̟̭͗͑͘O̵̙̲̠̔̓́Ȗ̸̞̗C̸͓͈͆Â̴̲̭N̸̛̤̭̄̈́D̶̛͕͓̋̈́Ȍ̷̝̑Ǹ̸̡͚̺̌Ō̸̜͉̟̉̊W̸͚͔̚, you answered! Listen, I know this sounds crazy, but I NEED you to call the cops-”
“Hey, I’m sorry but I honestly can’t hear you. Are you okay? Are you in the metro?”
“I’m STUCK ON THE BUS, THE 32 BUS. I’VE TRIED EVERYTHING, I CAN’T GET OUT. PLEASE, CALL THE COPS, PLEASE-”
“I’m so sorry babe, I still can’t hear you. Call me when you get home, okay? I love you!”
Nothing is working. I tried opening the bus’ door but the handle is jammed shut. There aren’t any keys in the ignition. I’ve slammed my backpack against the windows, kicked at them, PUNCHED them, even. There aren’t any emergency exit levers either, what kind of fucking bus doesn’t have emergency exits?? My hands are bleeding and shaking so much as I type this.
I can hear sounds from the darkness outside. I can hear the trees rustling in the wind, and I can hear tapping- faint tapping- on the sides and roof of the bus. I think I’ve lost my voice, screaming so much, hoping anyone will hear. The tapping is still going on now. It’s morphed into a sort of rhythm. I’m praying that it’s just the trees.
Reddit still works. I can see posts. I’m writing all of this hoping that SOMEONE, ANYONE will see it. I’m hoping this will get through. If it does, my name is H̴̲͐̉E̵̥͐̕I̴̤͋S̷̥̱̺̀Ỏ̷̪̈̚U̸̳̲̤̎̽͗R̸̪͠S̷͕̳̽̔N̸͉͌̔O̴̜̦̤̚W̴͕̥͛́͝, my girlfriend’s name is Ŝ̵̰H̷̘̱͔͆͆̈́Ě̶̺̈́͆Ẇ̷̟̾Ȉ̷̡L̶̜̏̍͘L̷̙̅B̵͖̙̬͛̕͝E̷̢͍͊̓O̴̡̮̖͑̈́Ú̴͉̗̝R̵͈̼̱̐S̷̨̼̯̐Ś̷̡̩̌O̵̡̪̘̍̋́O̷̜̩̍ͅN̸̜̦̪̓͒, just call the cops, do something, if you can. Please.
And whatever you do, don’t get on the #32 bus from Angrignon station.