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Urban Legend Number Six Hundred and Sixty Six
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By Berni B.
All stories have a beginning and this one begins some years ago on a long road, a few weeks before the Christmas season, when a few friends had put into reality their dream of starting their own ghost hunting club. After some weeks of planning, they now had the enthusiasm and equipment to set off on their first investigation. It had been decided that their first outing would take them to some wind blown coastal hotel with a ghostly reputation, many miles away up into the North Country.
They reached their destination late one afternoon in winter time and, when their equipment was unpacked and foyer introductions had been dispensed with, they mingled with some of the hotel residents to pass away the hours until it was time to set up their ghost catching paraphernalia and to wait out the long night and early morning hours of a ghost watch.
Their long watch began at ten-thirty pm and carried them through until five o'clock the following morning with enough hot coffee, conversation and expectation to keep them awake until morning. After an uneventful night, followed by a good breakfast, the team loaded up the V&W, said their goodbyes, and left the hotel with plenty of film footage and information to chew over once they got back to where they came from.
Their journey, like most outward bounds, had been one of laughter and excitement, but returning is always a drag. They were all tired and silent from their late night wide-awake. Some stared vacuous out from the windows a the passing trees and fields whilst a few slept away their passing world into dream time. Suddenly, like most happenings of any consequence in life, their time was changed forever. The bus struck a little something in the middle of the road and catapulted them all, in the twinkling of an eye, into oblivion.
It is said that a dusty Microbus with the license plate UL 666 still travels to locations with its ghostly passengers, some still sleeping, some still window staring, while others are waving frantically at the passers by for attention. On route to their next destination, where by all accounts, they arrive fresh and human looking with their equipment, ready to carry out their next ghost chasing investigation.
It is also whispered that they will give anyone who asks a lift home by way of a long road with a dubious past. For when they started out, there were six souls on that bus, but nowadays, it has been reported that a growing number of people have been seen arriving at a haunt near you. So, a word of caution to the unsuspecting when accepting lifts from Ghost Hunters with friendly faces - think again - as there is always room for one more in the back of the bus.
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