The Silver 9 Bus

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John walked up to the ruined bus stop in a back street. It was full of empty bottles, papers, old bank notes and occasionally syringes with broken needles. The bus stop itself was a mess. The only indication that the roof used to be made of glass were the tiny pieces of it near the frame. The wall separating the bus stop from the street was covered in Islamic propaganda posters, various kinds of graffiti and stained with things John didn't want to examine closely. The bus stop pole was leaning on the wall of the building behind the bus stop, and the timetable display was gone, probably lying somewhere in a homeless junkie's den. John looked around, and tightened his cloak. Then, he noticed one graffiti that stood out. It was very clear to read, and John could've sworn that it wasn't there just few seconds ago. It read: "I'm coming for you..."
John ignored the message, however he felt unsettled about it. Suddenly, a light came from down the road, and an old, silver double decker bus number 9 rolled towards the stop. John waved his hand. The bus stopped, and the doors opened with a creak that didn't match bus doors. John entered the bus, and presented his ticket to the driver, who was wearing  a big hood that covered his face completely, but the bus was already moving and John didn't have time to get off.
The bus was moving fast and didn't stop on any stop it passed, and John noticed that people were somehow oblivious to it. Then he saw, in horror, how the bus runs toward a little girl... and passes right through her, without doing anything to her, aside from making her shudder of cold. John finally caught a glimpse of driver's face. It was very waxy and pale like a skull.
The bus turned left into an empty road that drove into a bridge. John could hear the Big Ben strike twelve times. It was midnight. The bus drove onto a bridge, suddenly surrounded with thick, milky fog. Then, the driver left his cab and took his hood off. Suddenly, there was a scythe in his bony hand. It swung...
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The police has found a body floating in the Thames. It matched description of John Fitzgerald, who was reported missing last night. The witnesses said they saw him in a silver, old bus number 9 just before midnight. They said it was going over a bridge. The police officer scratched his head. There was no bridge where they saw the bus. In fact, the last old double decker was found in the river just after the London Transport bankrupted. The legend said that the driver of that bus was so upset about it that he got drunk and drove the bus into Thames. The reports said it happened very near the place the witnesses saw it with Fitzgerald on board. Could it be a ghost bus? The officer finished his report and sent it to his superior. Then, after a while, he sent a copy to the HM Supreme Paranormal Office.