#TellMeAGhostStory Bus Stop


by Lynda Wood

She was found under a secluded rural bus stop sign.  She held tight to a stuffed toy and a wooden pop gun. The blood on the apron of her dress already changed from bright red to a muddy brown.  The police are gone.  All the evidence they needed has been bagged and tagged.

The five year old girl sits in the corner of Dr. Wyckoff’s office holding her stuffed toy in a death grip.  She rocks back and forth; sucking on her thumb.  Inaudible sounds can be heard coming from her but no one can make out what she is saying.  That is, if she is really saying anything at all.  Wyckoff calls in one of the nursing staff to have the girl shown her room.  He wants her back in his office in an hour.

An hour later she sits in the chair opposite the doctor.  She is still rocking, still mumbling incoherently. Wyckoff watches her closely.  He decides hypnosis will be the best way to get information from little Miss Jane Doe.  He is certain this will be the fastest way to get through to her.  He has seen trauma cases like this before.

She watches the doctor as he gets ready to hypnotize her.  He interests her. He turns on a recorder while he explains to her what will happen and that he will be recording the session. He calls her Jane and asks her to relax.  How much more can she relax?  She’s almost asleep.  He asks her to look at the tip of his pen as he continues to ask her to relax and tells her she is very sleepy.

Dr. Wyckoff asks her the same question she has been asked a dozen times since she was brought here, “What is your name?”

Tessa Greystone.” She’s mute, but tells him in her thoughts.

“We can’t call you Jane forever.  Your parents gave you a name.  What is your name?”

Tessa Greystone!” She thinks the man may be hard of hearing.

“Can you tell me your mommy and daddy’s names?”

“Honey and Sweetheart.”

Jane continues to stare at him.

“Let’s go back in time.  Let’s go back to a couple hours before you were found at the bus stop.  What happened then?”

“I killed Jeremy.”

“What is your name?”

“I’ve told you, Tessa Greystone.”

“Go back a few days before.  What are you doing?”

“Telling Jeremy what happened to Abby. I killed her.”

“Tell me your name.”

“Tessa Greystone.”

“I want you to think back before that.  What happened at that time?”

Tessa sighs. “I killed King, the dog next door. Oh, and the cat, Billy. Have you seen my mommy and daddy?”

“What is your name?”


Dr. Wyckoff tells her she can wake up.  He calls for the nurse to come take her to her room.  He settles himself at his desk to listen to the recording before sending it to transcription. He is shocked by what he hears.

Tessa Greystone.” She doesn’t speak aloud, but in her thoughts.

“We can’t call you Jane forever.  Your parents gave you a name.  What is your name?”

Tessa Greystone!” She thinks the man may be hard of hearing.

“Can you tell me your mommy and daddy’s names?”

“Honey and Sweetheart.”

He listens to the rest of the recording.  Wyckoff calls nursing to have Jane Doe, Tessa, back to his office. She is back in her seat, staring into space.  He hits the recorder start.

“Tessa, I have heard your answers.”

“I didn’t think you heard me.”

“Tessa, I have one more question for you.  Why did you kill those animals and people?”

“Fluffy was hungry.” Tessa holds her stuffed toy closer.

Dr. Wyckoff stops the recorder, rewinds and listens.  He calls the duty nurse to sit with Tessa as he calls the police and child protective services. As the little girl is being carried away, the stuffed toy falls to the floor.

The doctor rewinds the recorder to the beginning.  He’s decided not to leave this progress report to transcription. He hadn’t realized the recorder had been on when Tessa was being taken away.

“WHERE ARE YOU TAKING FLUFFY!?” The small voice had wailed.

The doctor’s jaw drops as he turns around to see what he thought was the stuffed toy with the gun pointed to his head. His scream was never heard when the gun popped.

“Fluffy will be hungry.”


Lynda says: My motto is, “scare me, then scare me again.” I’ve love the macabre since I was a very young child.


Have your own story to tell?

Tell Me A Ghost Story

That’s it. Pull up a chair, turn out the lights, and tell me a ghost story. Except in the dark during the haunting season, you’re never alone.  There are others…

Tell the best ghost story and I’ll host you and your story on my blog next week. Here’s how it works:

1. On my FB Author page under the current #TellMeAGhostStory post, start off with a title, preferably in caps. Then tell me a ghost story of 999 words or less. Of course, it can be any story of the macabre, fact or fiction.

2. The story with the most Likes by Monday wins. I’ll announce the winner here, and you’ll need to message me your email. Your story will appear on my blog that Thursday.

3. Tweet or share to encourage others to find your spine-tingling masterpiece.

Tweet (best if you add your story’s title and your name as part of the tweet):
Read my entry in #TellMeAGhostStory

Rules are simple: You must be the original author. Stories should be kept to 999 words or less. No links, no continuation posts, and stories must be complete (no to-be-continued, no stories requesting readers read the full story elsewhere).  Didn’t win? You’re welcome to enter again the next week.

Ready? It’s time to tell the tale.



Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s