True Ghost Stories: The Most Haunted Islands In The World

by Jeremy Nguyen (Editor)

But then we heard shouts. I peeked through the weeds and saw a pumped-up corrections officer running through the weeds, his Glock drawn. There were shouts, cries, and distant catcalls. I could hear someone yelling, “Stay on the bus! Don’t get off the bus!” As I peered out I could see the bus has stopped—a bus packed with Riker’s Island prisoners in orange jumpsuits, all crowding forward, hanging out the windows, yelling and gesturing. Three guards had gotten off the bus. Two were looking for us while the third stood guard.
“Stay on the fucking bus!”
I looked at Christine. “Better we surrender now than wait for them to find us.”
“Yeah.”
The guard had already passed our hiding place, so Christine and I climbed out of the window, pushed through the weeds, and strolled out into the open, hands in our pockets, looking innocent.
“There they are!” screamed the distant guard, brandishing his weapon.
The pumped up fellow came racing back. “Keep your hands in sight!” he yelled, approaching us at a crouch. “Identify yourselves!” He was all out of countenance.
“We’re just tourists!” I cried. “We didn’t do anything!”
“Tourists?” He squinted at us, rose, holstered his weapon.
“From New Mexico! Tourists from New Mexico!” And in a flash I had my wallet out, waving my New Mexico driver’s license. He took it, squinted at it, stared at my wife. “And your ID, lady?”
“Um, I didn’t bring it,” said Christine. “He’s my husband.”
“Husband.”
In the “Siddown motherfuckers keep your fucking heads inside the fucking bus.”
“What are you doing here?”

109 pages, Kindle Edition

Published August 25, 2016