Only on the third ‘incident’ Emily Anderson realized something was wrong.

Either she was crazy, or something strange and unexplainable by science had happened to her.

Despite her innermost fears, she was pretty sure she was not mad.

She was just an ordinary college girl with two siblings and a beautiful family, a cheerful personality, three or five close friends, no relationship blowback, no bullying or discrimination at school, and she felt that her future was bright and that there was no chance of her going crazy.

But if things continue to “go wrong” like this, there is no guarantee that she will not go mad.

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When it first happened, Emily thought she was dreaming.

There was no way to blame her for thinking that; who told her that her destination was the bottom stop of this bus line. The total duration was close to an hour, and she fell asleep every time she got on the bus.

When she arrived at the bottom station, Mr. Will, who was already familiar with her, would call out to her.

It turned out that the driver didn’t call her, but whose mobile phone rang to wake her up.

Emily is still a little miffed when she is woken up by the beautiful yet melancholic ringtone on repeat.

People are most tired at one or two o’clock in the afternoon, so naturally, they don’t want to wake up somehow.

But unfortunately, this bit of resentment did not last long before the sudden impact washed it away.

It all came so fast like the kind of shock you experience with your eyes closed when riding a roller coaster.

Emily had never been in a car accident since she was a child, so she didn’t even realize she had been in one when her head was slammed against the back of the seat in front of her by the massive force of inertia.

A splitting headache combined with a strong feeling of vomiting made her unable to think, and, accompanied by the screams of the passengers on the bus, she had just passed out.

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Probably because the first “accident” was so quick, when Emily “woke up again,” it was only with the feeling of having just woken up from a nightmare, too dazed to believe it was real.

Emily pinched herself; it hurt; she was not dreaming.

She rubbed her head again.

It was okay, not swollen, and not broken.

She looked out the window, and the bus was well on its set route, just over the river crossing bridge and about to arrive at the terminal; everything was normal.

But as she patted herself on the back and rejoiced that “it was a dream,” the damn phone rang again!

Emily almost jumped like a frightened rabbit when the beautiful yet melancholic ringtone suddenly started to play on the bus.

She heard a passenger behind her whisper, “What’s wrong with this little girl ?” and felt a few strange glances directed at her with a touch of suspicion.

It would have been humiliating, but Emily couldn’t care less.

Only one thought repeatedly flashed through her mind.

Is something going to happen? Is something going to happen? Am I not dreaming?

The ringing of the phone, which didn’t last long from beginning to end, was like a symbol to her, pulling her into some nightmare all at once.

Then the nightmare did strike once more.

The bus, driving consistently, suddenly made a sharp turn. The passengers screamed, several of them not sitting still and being thrown out of their seats or hitting their heads on the front seats as she had just done in her “nightmare.”

Emily, who was standing, was no exception. At the moment of the sharp turn, she fell backward on her back, waving both hands unconsciously in front of her, trying to catch something.

As Emily was about to fall, it was as if she saw an arm reaching out to her, handing it to her with difficulty.

Her instincts made her want to pull at hand and clutch it tightly, yet all she saw was her arm arcing feebly in mid-air ……

Then there was the sharp pain of the back of the head hitting the ground hard.

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The third time she “woke up,” Emily looked around in confusion.

The bus runs from River Road to Brooksville, and there is a section of the river bridge in between, after which the bus terminates. There are several colleges along the route, and it was pretty crowded when she got on the bus.

Still, when she woke up, there were few people on the bus, which was pretty empty.

The view from the bus window shows that the bridge has yet to be reached.

Because of the long journey with few stops, most people chose to do what she did, get on the bus, find a seat, and fall asleep with only a few people awake.

This bus is now as quiet as a school library.

But her “nightmares,” tell her to wait until the phone rings, then these people will be woken up and ……

The bus is in trouble.

Realizing that something was going to happen to the bus, Emily’s forehead and the back of her head, which had been injured in the “nightmare,” were suddenly in severe pain, probably as a result of some stress reaction.

She clutched her head with a miserable cry.

“Are you all right?”

A boy around her age, with a handsome appearance although a bit nerdy, sitting next to the window, asked worriedly.

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The pain came and went like a tidal wave, and finally, everything returned to normal, as if the pain had just been a dream.

The boy, who was sitting next to her, pushed up his glasses and seemed nervous, repeatedly checking to see what was wrong with the girl next to him and whether he needed to call an ambulance.

Ambulance?

That’s right! Even though something will happen to this bus, she can warn others!

Reminded by the handsome boy next to her, Emily realizes that there is a way out.

Without any hesitation at all, she immediately jumped up and yelled at the driver, “Mr Will’s, I don’t feel well. Could you stop the bus !”

She often takes this bus route, and the driver of this line is a familiar face to her.

Mr Will is a good person; one time, she lost her on the bus. instead of taking it, he gave it to her the next day instead, and never lost his temper with anyone on the bus. Usually, when she got on the bus, she would occasionally chat with the older man.

If she had a sudden illness, the uncle would have let her out of the bus immediately to seek medical attention, right?

“Not here; there are no stops, and it’s easy to hit the back when you stop.”

The driver looked back, probably because he saw that Emily could still stand up properly, and responded, “I’ll drive faster to get to the next stop as soon as possible!”

“Stop the bus, stop the bus now!”

Emily, unable to explain anymore, rushed to the door of the bus in one breath and rapped hard on the door.

“Hey! That’s dangerous.”

“What are you doing, girl? Just wait; the bus driver will drop you off at the next stop soon.”

The people on the bus were “whispering” in voices that could be heard.

As luck would have it, the driver hesitated when he heard the passengers’ whining.

“You don’t look too good right now ……”

“No stopping; let me get off alone, okay? Please, Mr. Will!”

Are you kidding me? I just looked out, and I’ve crossed Middle River Road, and the next stop is on the river bridge.

Waiting for the next stop and losing your life!

“What’s wrong with you? I said no parking now!”

Mr. Will’s voice was vaguely angry, “There are so many cars going by; what if you get into an accident? If you don’t think about yourself, you have to think about your parents, right?”

It’s because of her parents that she wants to get off the bus, Mr!

“We have to stop, Uncle, something will happen to the bus !!!”

Emily was so anxious that she cried out.

“What nonsense are you talking about!”

The driver’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Mr, this bus……”

Just as Emily could not contain her emotions and tears came to her eyes, the dreaded mobile phone rang once again.

To this beautiful yet dreadful music, she saw her hands shaking like a sieve of flour, unable to grasp the handrail of the bus door.

“Mister Will, don’t turn around; watch out! Hey hey hey hey hey hey!”

She saw the handsome boy, who was sitting next to her earlier, wide-eyed and screaming desperately.

The familiar and unfamiliar scene is like a replay montage, and Emily closes her eyes in despair, feeling herself being thrown back into the air ……

After a roller coaster of weightlessness, her forehead ached, and she lost consciousness once more.

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No one, no matter how thick-skinned, would consider it an “accident” to have the exact same “nightmare” three times in a row, especially when it’s so horrible.

So when Emily woke up for the fourth time and realized that this might not be a dream, she made up her mind to get off the bus no matter what.

Emily noticed that every time she “woke up,” she felt both physically and mentally weak, and she could clearly feel that her body was getting out of shape and that every “nightmare” was having an effect on her.

Apart from the previous headaches, this time, when she had just come to her senses, her hands shook like a Parkinson’s patient, and it took her half a day to recover as normal.

Her violent shaking even woke up the handsome boy with glasses, who was sleeping next to her.

When he woke up, he looked at Emily with a shocked look, his right hand outstretched and retracted, probably because he wanted to hold her hand to stop her from shaking so much but was afraid that it would be too rude to her.

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t think you’re acting so nice that I can’t see that you have ‘Is she mentally ill’ written all over your sorry face, okay?”

Emily felt that she should be dead out of her mind and had the audacity to spit it out in her mind.

“Do you need help?”

The boy with glasses finally asks hesitantly.

The overwhelming fear seemed to stimulate Emily’s adrenaline rush, which in turn calmed her down.

“No need.”

Feeling the sensation gradually return to her arm, she rejected him quickly and stood up.

Time was short, and she was in a hurry to get off the bus and had no time to climb into conversation with him.

"Mr Will’s, I’m a bit under the weather. Can I pull over?”

In order to prevent the driver from turning around too often and having an “accident,” Emily simply walked up to him and lowered her voice to ask.

Recalling the details of the previous “accident,” she felt that the reason she did not get off the bus was because of the way she communicated with the driver.

If she was hysterical and wanted to get out of the bus like that, she was mentally ill, and Mr Will, as he is a good person, would not have let her out of the bus in that state.

So this time, Emily decided to play the role of a frail girl with a “sudden illness.”

She often took this route and got to know him well, and usually took the initiative to say hello and so on.

When Emily approached her and asked to stop, the driver slowed down, looked back at her with difficulty, and said hesitantly, “Ah, this is a bad place to stop; we’re about to go over the bridge.”

Emily glanced out of the bus window and immediately understood what he meant.

This is where the approach bridge is located, and all the vehicles going onto it converge from all sides and are really prone to traffic accidents.

“Please, uncle, I have a heart condition, and my heart has been hurting since just now.”

Emily covered her chest and approached him with a sobbing voice.

“Mr, can you take me to the hospital?”

Mr. Will looked in the rear mirror of the bus.

There was no need for a “disguise” at all; think of how the bus had been in trouble the last few times and her face in the rear mirror, white as a ghost.

“Master driver, stop the bus, don’t get into any trouble!”

The few passengers in the carriage who was still awake overheard the conversation between Emily and the driver and began to help.

“OMG! Look at her pale face; hey, Mister! Please hurry up and get her off the bus. She needs to go to the hospital immediately. ”

“It’s really hard for me.”

Emily squeezed out a few tears and looked at the driver with pity.

“Hey, well, I’m still dropping off guests here, so call a cab to the hospital yourself.”

Mr Will’s expression struggled for a few moments as the bus continued to slow down, and the steering wheel was flicked to lean to the right.

The afterglow sweeps across the view out of the window, with only a few slings faintly visible in the distance across the river bridge.

Great, I finally stopped before going up to the bridge!

“Thank you, Mr!”

Emily’s hand, which was covering her chest, crumpled into a fist in excitement.

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Before she could breathe a sigh of relief, however, the beautiful yet melancholic tone rang once more on the bus.

Why?

She turned her head incredulously to find out where the ringing phone was coming from, only to see the bus lurch forward so heavily that all the passengers “flew” out of their seats.

Emily’s hands failed to grasp the railing beside the driver because she had to pretend to be “holding her heart in her hands,” and with huge inertia and a resigned cry in her heart, she lunged forward.

“Next time, I’ll make sure I grab something first!”

The last image seen in consciousness was the cobweb-like windscreen in front of her.