The Creepy Bridge (P2)

 We sat there for about ten minutes and then my one friend who will call Sam whispered in my ear saying that we have to go,I gave him a quick nod and in slow motion we moved out form under the bridge we to army crawl in the shoreline of the river and I remember looking behind me to see the top of the bridge I saw a black sv6 Holden in the driver seat was the man staring right at me with the sinister smile and he even gave me a little wave.

At that moment I screamed and ran my friends saw me run and took off after me I could hear screaming from behind us I took a quick glance behind me and saw that he was chasing after us and I couldn't  quite make out the object in hand but it seems to be a weapon of some sort we ran into the forest and ducked behind a bush it was pitch black in the the forest and we couldn't hear a thing,We sat there for a while just shaking the man never walked by us and we never heard him .

After we gathered our courage we got up and walked back to camp,got into our tents and tried to fall asleep ,the next morning we talked to the camp owner about the man that owned the property or the river the camp owner said that he didn't know much about the man but he know that he has some mental problems and hes been arrested for assault I am so happy that we were  able to escape from under the bridge,I could of imagine what would of happen if caught us underneath 

The Creepy Bridge.   

 

The Creepy Bridge Owner.(P1)

 So, this story takes place when I was about 15 years old.At my school, I played for the basketball team and every year we would go to a camp and do volunteer work for this guy the camp was in the middle of nowwhere When we got to the camp, we immediately started to work until 6 PM.This was around May so it was already dark at 6.00.My two friends and I were sitting around the fire, trying to figure out something we can do so we weren't so bored.We heard that there was a small river down the hill from the camp and we thought we could check it out.The problem was that it was some guy's property,and the owner of the camp told us not to disturb him since the guy was...a little strange.We weren't really supposed to leave the camp, but, being 15 years old, we loved breaking the rules.

We walked about ten minutes on the camp and finally reached the river.It was bigger than we expected. And there was a large wooden bridge that crossed it.The bridge was about 20 feet long, and was big enough to let a truck go over it. My two friends and I decided to go under the bridge and check it out.As we were walking by the shoreline,we saw two headlights off in the distance moving towards the bridge, so we bolted underneath and hid.We then heard the truck roll over our heads, and to the other side.My friends and I chilled there for a while; just talking and throwing rocks in the water.It was about 6:30 at this time, and now it was pretty much pitch black.That's when we started to hear a slow rumble in the distance.The same truck has come back and this time it was moving much slower.We stayed put under the bridge,stifling our laughter.Eventually, the truck moved over the bridge. But rather than going over to the other side,the truck stopped right on top of us.

The only thing you can hear was the rushing water and the hum of the engine.Then, the door of the truck swung open, and out came a loud thump on top of the bridge.Then we heard a loud scream, saying,"I know you're out there! I'm gonna find you!"I looked at my friends and they were both shaking in fear.This must have been the crazy property owner, and he seemed pissed that we were on his land.He started screaming and saying he was gonna hurt us if he finds us.We can see that he had flashlight, and he was swinging it around looking for us.We heard loud thumps as he walked around a little bit, calling out for us and thank god he never went under the bridge.Eventually, it went silent, and it sounded as if he went back into his truck.I was too terrified to move.

To Be Continued 

Dancing Midnight.

Dancing Midnight

About Three years ago. I live downtown in the major city in
NZ.I've always been a night person.So I would often find myself
bored after my roommate who was decidedly not a night person
went to sleep.To pass the time I used to go for long walks and
spend the time thinking .I Spent two years like that walking
alone at night and never once had a reason to feel afraid .
I always used to joke with my roommates that even the
drug dealers in the city were polite. But all that changed in
just a few minutes of one evening.It was a Wednesday
Somewhere between 1:00 and 2:00 in the morning, and
I was walking near police patrolled park quite a ways from
my apartment It was a quiet night even for a weeknight with
very little traffic and almost no one on foot The park as it was
most nights was completely empty I went down a short side
street in order to loop back down my apartment when I first
noticed him at The far end of the street on my side was the
silhouette of a man dancing. It was a strange dance similar
to a Waltz but he finished each box with a nod forward stride
I Guess you could say hughes dance walking headed straight
for me Deciding he was probably drunk I stepped as close as I
could to the road to give him the majority of the sidewalk to
pass me the closer He got the more I realized how gracefully
he was moving He was very tall and lanky and wearing an
old suit He danced closer still until I could make out his face
His eyes were open wide and wild head tilted back slightly
looking off at the sky His mouth was formed in a painfully
wide cartoon of a smile Between the eyes and the smile I
decided to cross the street before he danced any closer
I took my eyes off of him to cross the empty street as I
reached the other side I glanced back and Then stopped
dead in my tracks He had stopped dancing and was standing
with one foot in the street perfectly parallel to me he was
facing me but still looking skyward smiles still wide on
his lips I Was completely and utterly unnerved by this
I Started walking again, but kept my eyes on the man.
He didn't move Once I had put about half a block between us
I turned away from him for a moment to watch the sidewalk
in front of me The Street and sidewalk ahead of me were
completely empty Still unnerved I looked back to where he
had been standing to find him God For the briefest of moments
I felt relieved until I noticed him he had crossed the street and
was now slightly crouched down I Couldn't tell for sure due to
the distance and the shadows, but I was certain. He was
facing me I Have looked away from him from no more than
ten seconds. So it was clear that he had moved fast I
Was so shocked and I stood there for some time staring
at him and Then he started moving toward me again
He took giant exaggerated tiptoed steps as if he were
a cartoon character sneaking up on someone except
he was moving very very quickly I'd  Like to say at
this point that I ran away or pulled out my pepper
spray or cellphone or anything at all? but I didn't I
just stood there completely frozen as the smiling
man Crept toward me and Then he stopped again about a car
length away from me Still smiling a smile still looking to the sky
When I finally found my voice, I blurted out the first thing that
came to mind What I meant to ask was what the hell do you
want in an angry commanding tone? What came out was a
whimper What the hell? Regardless of whether or not humans
can smell fear they can certainly hear it. I heard it in my own
voice That only made me more afraid But he didn't react to it
at all. He just stood there smiling and Then after what felt like
forever he turned around Very slowly and started dancing
walking away Just like that Not wanting to turn my back to
him again I just watched him go until he was far enough away
to be out of sight and then I realized something He wasn't
moving away anymore.Nor was he dancing. I watched in horror
as the distant shape of him got bigger and bigger He was
coming back my way He was coming back my way and this
time he was running I Ran to I ran until I was off the side
road and back onto a better lit road with Sparse traffic
Looking behind me then he was nowhere to be found The rest
of my way home. I kept glancing over my shoulder always
expecting to see his stupid smile, but he was never there I
Lived in that city for six months after that and I never went out
for another walk There was something about his face that
always haunted me. He didn't look drunk.

He didn't look high He looked completely and utterly insane
And that's a very scary thing to see.

Dancing

Midnight.