On one of the darkest of nights in November; in the middle of a dying jungle of banyan trees: two brothers are cowardly awaken by the sound of a blood-thisty raptor. All three, who are in an old bus, unknown to them all.
The third brother, who stands still, in front, gazing across the window is all lost in mind, but knows little to speak of what has just happened.
There is nothing outside the bus, but darkness.
Evil is spread all around, for they are on top of a mountain- the ghostly mountain!
A crow caws; it shatters through the window; the three brothers close their ears in fear. "The sound that woke you two up," whispers the eldest, "It is not to be disturbed for we are in a strange land now, a land no one should have been."
He then walks close to the window, slowly, with a knife in his hand, and turns his head at his brother Sai.
Sai, the youngest of them all, trembling in cold, wispers into Wanga's ear, "Wanga, what's happening to us, tell us for the two of us remember nothing, but returning home. And now we are here, hungry and cold, on an alienated place, no where close to home."
Misty clouds fill the air. Aki, the middle of them all, who is leaning against the wall, closes the door in despair. He coughs on his left hand, and is ill with some sort of disease that causes his blood to turn black, and he is feeble.
He falls down on the floor as though dead corpse, and tries to hide his knee with a book. Only then does the other two realize he is injured. They move towards him.
They take away his book. Blood drips down from his knee and he cries aloud in agony, "Something big is wrong! We should have never come here. It is all Sai's fault."
"Would you shut up Aki? He is only 13," yells the eldest. Sai brings a first-aid kit with tears in his eys, and Wanga cleans the wound, wraps a cloth around his knee and speaks to him, "Feeling better?"
"Yes!" he answers with a breath.
While this takes place, Aki in tears watches the window. He sees on the window, face of n old widow. The glass shatters. She smiles at him with her cannine teeth; and, in an animalistic high-pitch voice says to him, " Good boy!"
Aki takes few steps behind until he feels the touch of two hands on his shouder. They shrugg him up. He recovers and is heard, " Look at me!" It is his brothers.
Once he comes back to senses, he tells his brothers about the widow and suddenly the wind starts to blow. The rain starts to drain. And not only that. The thunder starts to strike. Eventually, the bus slowly moves, and finally starts to slip down the hill.
They realize the bus is no safe heaven to them any more, no more than the dark night. The eldest holds his brothers hands and starts to walk outside, ahead in the rain. Aki traces the path down the hill with a torch light in his hands, untill he hears the sound of a feet walking towards them. He looks back but no one is there. Right then, he hears it even louder. When he is about to look back again, he falls down and is lost in the drain.
The eldest still has the youngest in his hands, and still walking, they search for the last. Alas! He could be dead. They search everywhere but find him no where. At last, they find their way back to the bus again. The bus is upside down, and many broken glasses and metal pieces are lying around.
As they try to sleep in the bus, the rain stops, the thunder stops, but the mountain suck their blood from the soil, from the air, little by little, from everywhere. Is it a dream? A nightmare? No one knows, until the eldest wakes up and the youngest is there no more. He is curious and depressed and tired and hungry and angry what has been happening all night.
As he slowly opens the bus door, it starts to make a kinky noise. He looks back at brother inside, he sees none, but skeleton of many young fellaws. One in front has a knife in his chest, the other on his right side, one legged. They both lie prone on the floor. Wanga takes the knife out of his chest and boom, the little one kicks him hard on the chest. Together the two pack of bones drag him by the leg, out the bus and down the hill.
The first rays of sun fall upon them. Out of a sudden, the skeletons then break apart like a falling tree and turn into crows, falling down on the ground. As Wanga starts to run towards the gate, the ghostly mountain along with the crows, slowly melt into the soil. Objects start to turn greener, richer, and warmer. When the ghostly mountain sinks completely, he barely escapes from the gate.
Outside the gate, he yells out, "I am free, at last!" Suddenly, he hears the sound of a crow again. He rubs his eyes in disbelief, realizes he is still in a bus. He happens to find himself sitting in a school bus with other kids, with a female driver in front. She suddenly turns her head, stretches her ugly face towards him, and says in his brothers voices, "Who wants to go to the Ghostly Mountain?"
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