At exactly 3:17 a.m., a rusted city bus appears on routes that were shut down decades ago.

Описание: It was 3:17 a.m. when Marcus saw it—an old city bus, headlights dim, crawling down the empty street. The route number was faded, but the destination sign flickered: “Maple Street—Do Not Board.”
Curiosity, or maybe desperation, made him step inside. The doors hissed shut behind him. The interior smelled of rust and decay, yet the seats were spotless, untouched by time. No other passengers. Only the driver—a tall figure in shadow, head always turned away.
“Where…?” Marcus started. The driver didn’t answer. The bus lurched forward. Every stop took him deeper into the darkness of the city, streets he’d never seen, alleys that twisted impossibly. At each stop, whispers called his name, memories of loved ones fading, leaving a hollow emptiness in his chest.
When the bus finally slowed, Marcus ran to the doors—but they wouldn’t open. He tried again. Nothing. Panic swallowed him. Looking out the window, he saw another figure—his own reflection, staring back with hollow eyes. Behind him, the seats were full now… of faces he recognized, all empty, all silent.
The bus’s destination flickered one last time: “Next Stop: You.” And the engine roared into the night, claiming another soul for the endless route.