The Bridge Ghost

This is not my story but my friends who wishes to remain anonymous so the details may be a bit wonky. So be for we start here is some background info. This takes place on a bridge going over a manmade lake in our county. Now this lake is a known place that the Russian mod dumps bodies. I know it sound crazy but it’s true I swear. The bodies are found with there hands and heads cut of to keep them from being identified. Now that the background info is out of the way it’s time for the story.

This takes place about a week after my friend, who I will call Q, lost and Uncle who he was very close to. In Q’s family there’s a tradition were when someone die in the family the other family members would drop a rock of the bridge at night to honor the deceased. But the thing is that not many people in the family liked that uncle other than Q. So after a week of trying to get the others to the bridge with he gave up and went alone

When he arrived at the bridge is was about 10 o’clock at night. After he parked and got out of his car he could tell that there was an errie feeling in the air but decided that it was just his imagination. After  he walked what he thought was far enough out he pulled a rock that he had taken from his own backyard and slowly dropped it of the bridge and waited to her the plop of it hitting the water but instead he heard the crack of the rock hitting the rocks the had been exposed due to a drought during the last couple of years. This was disappointing because he could have sworn that he was far enough out were the rock would hit the water. But it didn’t matter much to him because he was shure that his uncle wouldn’t have cared ether.

After standing and thinking about his uncle for a bit While went to leave but when he went to walk a way he hears the crack of the rock hitting again. Confused and a bit startled he looked over the edge and tried to see what made the noise. Now this bride is very high and at night it becomes very hard to see the water or it’s edge. When he turns to leave again he only makes it a free steps when out of nowhere he feels hands pushing his back he turns to see nothing but an empty road. A feeling starts to rise in that he needs to get off this bridge or something bad was going to happen so he starts to run back to his car. The hole time he felt hands trying to push Him closer to the edge.  When he gets to end of the bridge he tries to see what looks like a man with no hands or head disappearing.

He drove away from that bride so fast and home were he immediately went to sleep. The next day he read on a local news website that a body with no hands or head was found the day before right below were he dropped the rock. He thinks that the man was anger that no one came to honor his death band took his anger out on Q. This spooked my fried so bad that he won’t even drive that bridge past 6 at night out of fear.

Late Night Scare

This is easily the most terrifying moment in my life, this happened about a year ago. We live in a small apartment complex in North Topeka with my sister, my dad, stepmom, my German Shepherd Sheba, we had a few neighbors,

The metal heads up above us in apartment twelve, Ceno in Apartment four which was one apartment down from us. Then a weird black guy named Harold in apartment three. A few weeks before the incident, is he walked up and said: “Roblo, Roblo! do you got a cigarette, Roblo?” (we laughed when he said that) my dad handed him a cigarette, they both sat down in front of the apartment window.

After about thirty minutes of them both talking about what was going on in our families then the creepiest fucking thing he said sent chills down our spines “Hey Robert is it ok if your daughter can come see me in my apartment?” then my dad  told him “fuck no, dude get the fuck away from us you fucking pedophile”.

A week rolls by and my sister is walking over to Walgreens several blocks away, she was 15 at the time then he followed her, Harold yelled at her and said “Hey honey wanna come over to my place” Ceno,

he was pretty cool, he helped us whenever he could At the time he was outside drinking a beer, he heard what Harold said, walked over to Harold then told him: “what the hell is wrong with you?

shes 15 stay the fuck away from her you fucking pedo”.

On that Saturday night around twelve o’ clock, the scariest thing happened, thankfully my sister was at her friends and my step mom was at work.

some man was banging on the back window, the window that the room I was sleeping in, it was like a scraping sound like he was trying to break through the thin steel window cover on the outside of the window, about 15 minutes pass and he’s back at the back window trying to pry it open when he screams and says

“WHERE IS MY WIFE!?” and I’m laying down under my blanket sitting still as much as I could and my dad screams back trying to scare him off by saying

“I called the police Harold!” but he didn’t run off he still kept trying to break through, I told my dad to call the police but he responded with a strong “shut the fuck up Zach,

I know how to handle this.”. several minutes pass and I hear the first rip and tear on the steel window cover keeping him out, this is the first time

I started crying about thirty seconds pass and my dog Sheba comes running in standing in front of me preparing to attack him in case the cover gives away about an hour passes and we hear a loud crack and we realize that he was trying to break in through the door and he said again “WHERE IS MY WIFE! IF YOU DONT GIVE ME MY WIFE, ILL KILL YOU!” and my dad finally gets on the phone, starts screaming at the police to hurry up, about fifteen minutes later the police arrive and start questioning him why he did what he did, my dad got questioned by the police they say “do you have his wife?” and my dad responded with a pissed of voice “Are you two fucking stupid? he’s talking about my 15-year-old daughter!”

about a minute passes and they find a crowbar and knife thrown into the grass, the next day he was charged with attempted murder or something, about a week passes and we find out he had a mental disability and he never took his medicine and used marijuana to help it. several months pass and my dad is in his work van, drove by and Harold he looked at my dad with a death glare.

The Thing in The Woods

For a little insight  I am currently a 20 year old male and this happened back when I was 14 years old. To be completely honest I always believed that some things are out there that we can simply just not explain.

This all happened on a nice summer day in Florida, I was going over my friend Chris’s house to spend the day with him. In his backyard he has a little patch of woods about 30 yards or so away from his back door which so happened to be a sliding glass door. I walked through that door ever since his family started piling things near the front door  for some reason. As I walked in I saw Chris playing video games in the living room as usual. I said “hey Chris where’s your parents?” his response was “At work” but something didn’t sound right in his voice. He was usually the happy go lucky type of guy. I asked what was wrong and what he said caught me off guard. He said “something is living in those woods that isn’t normal.” You can imagine what it is like hearing that as a 14 year old. Not the best thing that could of been said.

I casually said okay as I tried to play it off as it didn’t bother me but it really shook me. I asked Chris what he meant. This is what I remember him saying that stuck with me. “it comes at night only. Only when the moon is the biggest in the sky” now if that isn’t the most ironic and just cliché thing then I don’t know what would be. It so happened to also be last night as well he explained shortly after. Chris later followed up all of this and asked me if I wanted to stay the night. I really didn’t want to but I felt like he needed me there for him to calm him down so I sadly agreed and I really wish I didn’t.

The day rolled on and flew by. Before I realized it, the sun was already setting and night was upon us. Not going to lie to you all I was nervous cause the way he said it only comes at night hit me. So as the sun went away and the moon was full. We still sat in the living room playing call of duty until about 8pm. When out of literally nowhere I felt eyes on me. Like a giant brick wall hit me with this emotion all at once. I looked out into the woods and of course couldn’t see anything.

I asked Chris if he feels off or being watched. He agrees he feels the same. So immediately after that we both bolted into his room. Mind you his dad doesn’t get home until 11:30pm. Minutes roll by and we both decide we should go back out there. As we walk out his bedroom door something in me said don’t go back out but I didn’t listen cause I wanted to be the badass 14 year old who isn’t afraid of anything. We get into his living room. Chris at this point is in near tears. I asked if he still felt like he was being watched and he said yes. We both figured its coming from the woods.

I asked Chris if he had any source of light to shine out the woods. He ran into his parents room and grabbed a flashlight. We both stepped outside with this feeling still upon us. I snatched the flashlight and walked about 20 yards out and scanned the tree line of the woods, I must of scanned about 85% of the tree line when the light struck these two what I thought for a second was yellow headlights, peering behind a tree about 3 to 4 feet off the ground. I thought it  didn’t make sense. I stayed on it. Not moving, half cause I was curios and half I couldn’t move cause I was terrified. I can tell you I felt like it was only me and whatever was making these “headlights” appear. I was frozen. Then I snapped. Cause I saw these headlights come out to be eyes. I watched them gain about another 3 to 4 feet in height.

Chris screamed and I heard him run back inside. A moment past and I saw its claw grip a tree that was in front of the tree it was hiding behind. This claw I swear could have gripped a full sized dog with no issue.

Once I saw that I booked it into his house and slid the door close and locked it. Knowing full well a piece of glass isn’t going to stop this thing. I screamed for chris to hide and he already did so. I hid behind the couch that was about 6 or so feet away from the sliding door praying this thing wouldn’t come up to the house. I heard this crunching sound coming from outside the glass door. I wanted to pop my head up and try to see what it was but in all honesty I didn’t have the balls to. I heard panting and a weird type of snorting. Like if you were trying to smell something too hard. It had to of been at least 9pm at this point. I heard some more of those sounds, then I whispered to chris hoping he was close by to where he could hear me. I faintly heard “yeah” I asked what was it and he said he doesn’t know but it has to be at least 7 feet tall. Im guessing that he had some view of the creature to get a assumption like that. I heard a loud bang then a growl coming from the right of the screen door. My instinct was to hop up and see what it was.

I turned on the flashlight again and put my hand over the light. Gathering enough courage to pop up. When I did and swung the light towards the door. I saw nothing, Absolutely nothing. Then just like in the horror movies this thing walked into view. I saw and only for a moment that felt like years. Thick brown fur, long what seemed to be black claws and a snout. With those same yellow eyes. It had to be a damn werewolf.. Thinking its over and it will kill me cause it saw me. What struck me the most was the eyes. When we locked eyes I felt lifeless. I felt nothing but pure predatory instinct. I was a sitting duck. Then from outside I heard two pops and a grunt and some sort of cry from what im guessing was this beast. Chris’s dad had a concealed carry permit. Which for those who don’t know what this is, he can carry a pistol with him  as long as he keeps it hidden and out of sight. Chris’s dad ran into the house after I’m assuming    the  creature ran off. Chris leaped into his dads arms and starting sobbing. Begging to make sure it didn’t come back again. His Father said no one is sleeping in the living room tonight and that we would all sleep in his room. I was never so happy. Needless to say no one slept that night. I never went back to Chris’s house after that and we eventually had a falling out cause of this night. Im sure to most if not all of you want to say this is made up or exaggerated but this is what happened. Hell, I would even call BS on my post. We aren’t alone. These woods aren’t empty. There are things I can’t explain nor can science. Thank you for reading my experience.