I once had a weird, scary dream. A witch was hunting and haunting me all night long. I tried to escape and I hopped on a bus that stopped close to me.

The witch followed me a bit like the ghost on the subway in the movie Ghost. I remember the number of the bus was 4.

In the end the which didn’t catch me as I woke up before.

The next morning I checked the numbers of buses in the city. There was no bus no. 4. It was a relief. The dream was really so vivid.

I told my story to a friend and he said: Bus no. 4? Interesting.

It doesn’t exist, right?

It actually does. At the time of Day of remembrance for the death it takes you to the cemetery. 

Isn’t that a scary coincidence?


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