In June of 2016, a couple of friends and I were trying to think of something exciting to do. We’re all 19 year old college students, and being back in our boring town away from all the parties wasn’t exactly exciting.
So one of my friends, we’ll call him James, pitched the idea of going to the Goatman’s bridge later that night. I instantly agreed. Our other friend who I’ll call Dave, was hesitant at first but eventually agreed.
If you grew up in the Dallas area you’ve probably heard of or been to Old Alton Bridge, otherwise known as the “Goatman’s” bridge. It’s a relatively small and old bridge in Corinth Texas. You can Google or even look up the bridge on YouTube and find some pretty creepy stuff about it. And the story on how it got the name “Goatman’s” bridge is creepy in of it self. Back in the early 20th century there was a local goat farmer named Oscar, and he was actually a really successful at that. The only problem is that he was African American. And the local chapter of the KKK, didn’t like that at all. So one day they kidnapped and took him to Old Alton Bridge, tied him in a noose and threw him off the side of the bridge. The only thing was, when they peered over to look at the body. Instead it was just an empty rope. They got spooked and went to his house and killed the rest of his family. Now people say the bridge is haunted by Oscar, or some sort of demon.
We drove from Coppell to Corinth which wasn’t a long drive, only about 20 minutes. The entire way there I was excited and a bit reminiscent. I used to live in Corinth when I was a child and my house was only a minute or two away from Goatman’s bridge.
When we arrived it was already dark. The only light came from the moon, and it wasn’t much. We hopped out of the car and headed towards the bridge. The bridge has been retired for years now and is surrounded by woods. We finally got to the bridge and we stopped and sat for a little bit. But we eventually got bored and decided to walk the trail in the surrounding forest which was also said to be haunted.
We were about 15 minutes in to walking when James stops and says, “do you hear that”? Dave and I paused our conversation and listened with him. But I didn’t hear anything. I told him “bro I don’t here anything, you must be imagining it”. He replied “that’s just it, there’s not a single sound”. As soon as he said that I realized he was right. It was almost as if someone pressed the mute button on the forest. I had this gut feeling that we needed to get the fuck out of there. I told them that I thought we should turn around. But James and Dave whined and said that we’ll just go a little further. I didn’t really have a choice, my phone was low on battery and James had the only flashlight. I wasn’t about to walk back through these woods alone in the dark.
After taking maybe only 3 or 4 steps I felt a cold breeze on my neck. I turned around but saw nothing. I brushed it off as the wind and my spiked paranoia. After walking for a few more minutes we came to this partial clearing in the woods. There was a structure of some sorts a little ways out. It looked to be about the size of shed or a small portable. We all stopped and looked out at it, trying to focus and see just what it was. And then in the trees behind us we heard what can only be described as footsteps. I almost had a heart attack when I heard this. We spun around as quick as possible, I was frantically scanning the woods to see what made the noise. But now they had stopped, and the only sound we heard was our own breathing. We all collectively agreed none of us were having fun and we needed to leave.
But literally right as we turned around to walk back down the trail. We heard knocking coming from the building. And I mean it sounded exactly like someone was knocking on a door. This building was a good 5o meters away from us. The noise seemed almost a little too loud for how far away it was, if that makes sense. That was all it took, we booked it back all the way through the trail.
We were out of breath when we finally made it back to the bridge. It took a few minutes but we all were talking and trying to make light of the creepy situation. Dave and I had a cigarette to calm our nerves, as we just sat there on the bridge about ready to go home. Then James says in a loud voice “Oscar if you’re here, we’re sorry. We didn’t mean to make you mad or anything. But c’mon ma..” Before he could even finish, we heard a giant branch snap and splash into the river below the bridge. We all almost simultaneously screamed “Fuck!”, then Reggie Bushed it back to our car. We got out of there as fast as possible.