The Cry Baby Bridge ghosts

This memory still brings chills to my spine. My family is loves the Supernatural/Paranormal stuff, especially my Aunt. One night, about a year ago I was with my Aunt and cousins. We had just got done eating dinner and had nothing to do but watch TV. So I asked my Aunt about her Paranormal experiences and she mentioned Cry Baby Bridge. I had heard of it but never been, so me being so into ‘scary’ things. I asked her to take me and my cousins. She agreed and called my father and stepmother to join us.

We all met up at a gas station and started our journey. My Aunt explained the backstory of the bridge for me. Apparently a woman had gone through a divorce with her husband and grew frustrated with being a single mother. So she had taken her baby to the bridge and jumped off into the water, which drowned herself along with her child. They say you can still hear the cries of the baby, while others say you can sometimes see the woman walking along the bridge or on the banks of the river. Some other things happen too but I don’t want to get into too much detail.

After being told the story I grew  even more intrigued, but I had this gut feeling that we shouldn’t go. About 20 minutes later we were there, I was very nervous. My little sister and younger cousin were hugging each other in fear. Everyone turned off their vehicles and got out of their cars. My cousins and sister stayed in the car though.

We heard the quiet chirps of crickets but after a while they stopped. We walked around the bridge a bit looking at the river, which was illuminated by the moon. It had been about 15 minutes before my Aunt and uncle noticed a noise from below the bridge, it sounded as if a child was crying. It scared me and I started to tremble a bit. I followed the adults to the shore to look under the bridge. We saw nothing but continued to hear the cries of a baby.

Then all of sudden both cars headlights turned on and off. We ran up to the bridge to see my younger cousins and little sister running towards us in tears. My Father and Uncle showed me that they had the keys with them. I also thought they might have pushed the buttons on their keys but their cars weren’t that updated.

Everyone went down to the shore to calm down but I stayed. It was probably one of the stupidest things I have every done. My encounter starts now. I walked to my fathers car to get his flashlight he always brings with him. After I had gotten in the car, the car door slammed shut on me. The headlights turned on and the car started shaking. I was frozen with fear as I saw a woman walking towards the car, I tried to open the doors but they wouldn’t open. I looked up again and I wished I hadn’t. She was at the left backseat window. Her face pressed up against the window staring at me.

By now the car has stopped moving and shut off. I jumped when I heard my father banging on the window beside me. I looked back at the left window only to see that she was gone. My father had now managed to open the car door and drag me out of the car. I started crying and trembling. We all quickly got into the cars and drove away. I have never been so afraid in my life. We never talk about what happened that night. I hope to never come across that bridge again.

My Family’s True Paranormal Experience’s from the UK

These are a few of my family’s true paranormal experiences over the years. I’ll start with my aunt and cousin. A few years ago my aunt and cousin moved into a nice little cottage down an old country lane in Kent . It was a beautiful house with a lot of history to it. It started off ok at first but eventually my aunt started to have some paranormal experiences. For instance when she was home alone she could sometimes hear footsteps walking around upstairs but when she went upstairs to have a look there was no one there.

Another weird experience was, when my aunt was preparing to go out somewhere, she put on her make up just like any woman would do before going out. She left her make up scattered all over the dining room floor as she was in a rush. When she got back from her day out she noticed that something was wrong. She saw that the make up wasn’t where she’d left it last but she’d sworn she had left it on the floor. She had a closer look in the dining room and then noticed up on the shelf above the fire place sat her make up, all balanced on top of each other, just like a person with OCD would lay it. But that’s not the scariest experience that happened in that place.

One time my Aunt was out on a business trip so my dad would have to take care of the house on his own. He slept in my aunt’s room that night and woke up at around three in the morning. He didn’t know why he woke up he just felt like something was wrong, so he sat up from the bed and just sat there for a while in the dark. Then all of a sudden he could feel a large cold hand forcefully grabbing his leg and tugging it form under the bed he immediately got dressed, ran out of the house and drove home. He never slept another night there again. I don’t know what was wrong with that house but whenever i’d stay there the night i’d always have nightmares of an evil old woman chasing me down the corridors of the house and when i’d wake up I had the intense feeling of someone watching me.

This is another paranormal experience on my mums side of the family. This happened to my mum and sister when they were really young living in a town called Tunbridge Wells. They visited their uncle one day who lived on the other side of the town. The house that their uncle lived in had a strong history of paranormal activity. Anyway one day my mum and her sister were messing around like kids do. There was this one room in the house that was meant to be the most haunted and that was the piano room. My mum and her sister started to mess around in that room and in the end my mum ended up locking her sister in there.

Her sister started to get really scared and started to scream. A few moments later it went quiet. Then all of a sudden my mum could hear the piano start to play. Then from behind her, her sister walked in. She said she climbed out the window and walked round but if she wasn’t in the room, then who was playing the piano? My mum and sister both looked at each other confused and frightened. They unlocked the door and both slowly walked in. What they saw still gives them chills to this day. The piano was playing by itself then all of a sudden it stopped there was an eerie silence then out of nowhere the lid to the piano slammed shut and they both ran out screaming. So that was a few of my family’s true paranormal experiences from the UK there is much more to tell but I thought i’d tell you the most scariest.

They were never the same again

This incident took place in the very early hours of April 24, 1980. Three guys that my two sisters went to school with at Bridgewater State College, Bridgewater, Massachusetts, (a highly paranormal area), and who lived off campus in a rented home had an event happen to them that would change their lives forever.

As the three boys slept in their respective rooms there was a loud crash and one of the boys felt a body come crashing down on him. He at first thought it was one or both of his roommates fooling around and tried to push them off and told them to stop screwing around. Then he realized it wasn’t them and went into a complete panic. He was scared to death and started to scream bloody murder. At this time both of his roommates heard him screaming and went in to help him. When they turned on the light to his room they were faced with a charred body lying on top of their friend.

This freaked them out as well as the guy it was laying on. They said they could actually smell the burned flesh and it looked like it was wearing a flight suit. They thought it could have been a pilot from the nearby South Weymouth Naval Air Station who might have ejected. All of a sudden the body just disappeared in front of them. Naturally this completely terrified them and they couldn’t sleep. They had my sisters come over a lot after that and hang out because they didn’t want to be there anymore. Their minds were really messed up.

That morning the story hit the news that there was a failed rescue attempt of the American hostages in Teheran, Iran. (Operation Eagle Claw). There were 8 airmen that burned to death that morning when a helicopter and a transport plane collided in the desert. This really freaked them out. My sister said the boys were never right again and couldn’t wait to move out of that house. My sisters said the boys were truly terrified!

Suicidal Apparition

Mountains filled with the tallest of naturally greened trees and a bright day showed through all of the distance in my horizons. I was visiting my father, step mother, my step brother, step grandmother and her boyfriend with my older sister in the serenely majestic town of Tallahassee, Georgia. We were camping in a trailer on the mountain side of a beautiful camping park where the creek trickled softly in the background.

Everything around me was pure and thriving with abundant life under the warm summer sun. The vacation get away seemed picture perfect and although houses were being built, it still seemed so untouched by man. My family crammed in my dad’s golden Hyundai Santa Fe which soon went weaving through the curvy streets within the valley while disco beats were playing in the curious air.

When we passed some curves, I began to effortlessly daydream out the window into the open scenery and upon the visually stunning mountain terrain. Such sweet beauty draws so many descriptive meanings upon the inquired mind. We drove into the parking lot of a national park surrounded by tall red woods which filled the space to the brim with pristine nature.

There was a cement path that lead to 90 wooden steps curving down upon the ground of the mountain side. It felt tiring to walk down all that way but my curiosity for the destination passed the trees enticed me to continue with each step pulling me closer. Through the trees and into the clearing of these steps was the bare white face of the other mountain side facing us and below was a metallic suspended bridge.

I heard earlier that day that this bridge was considered haunted since people have jumped off of it to commit suicide in the past. I swear somebody must’ve been crazed to spend all that time walking down a beautiful mountain side just to jump towards their death and into a gorgeously rapid creek only a few miles below. It sounded extremely severe and painstakingly long for someone to travel such an enchanted path on a journey to die from the gorgeous world. To fall on the rocks below and be swept away by the white rapids. I tried not to think about it too much. I was more distracted by the sheer beauty in it all. The wooden steps were nicely polished and smooth to lead our way to the bridge. High above were thick cable wires keeping the bridge stilled in place to connect the two mountain sides.

I began to walk towards the center of this suspended bridge, although I was scared of heights, and that fear became worse ever since this story had happened. I felt incredibly brave and awesome after that visit. After taking some pictures of the scenery, we began to climb back up the mountain from the national park we came from. The sun was still nice and bright in the warm sky because it was only about 6:00pm in the summer evening. But there were so many trees that illuminated the night with deeply sharp shadows towards the earthy floor from the distinguishing light above. The walk back up to the car felt a lot longer than it took to get to the bridge but it was utterly amazing how architects structured the bridge so secure with the naturally rocky terrain. The bridge seemed small but brave against the bounds of nature itself to grasp support. I kept up with my steady steps to keep the stride while stepping up the wooden stairs through all the trees and plants of the forest. Life had sprung renewed to the new year as I spring into step. The image attached to this story is a photograph of the actual bridge at the Tallulah Gorge Georgia State Park.

We got back into the car and drive on down that mountain through a different path to get back to the camp site so that we can get food ready for super. We all sat around the picnic table on the porch with our cold drinks, fresh Caesar salad, grilled zucchini with a butter herb glaze, and grilled hamburgers with all the toppings prepared. Seems a little extravagant to some people’s standards of camping but at least we were blissful. We then roasted marshmallows around the warm and bright orange bonfire to make s’mores for dessert under the millions of stars. It was so easy to see the infinite outer space from these mountains.

I walked out into the dark to pass by the other trailers lining spaciously on the sides of the path down the hill in the park to go towards the bath house to shower and change into softer clothes. I trotted out the cemented cabin and down its coolly cracked sidewalk down the hill where, in the distance, the lunar light seeps through leafy canopied patches onto the ground. I could barely see my hand in front of my face because everything, besides the lunar light, was pitched black in the shadows. I was walking up the hill towards my family’s trailer but then a large dog began to bark viciously at me. I could barely see the canine there but could see the outline of the dog’s size through the spots of light. I tried to take more steps within the next moments just to dare this creature of the dark that could possibly tear my flesh in its sharp teeth. I was worried when everything became quiet for the next few seconds. I began to walk slowly on up the hill and I began to feel relieved even though my heart was beating rapidly inside my chest.

I walked across the weaving pavement, through the rocky driveway, and over the wooden front porch until I was able to step inside the nice trailer. I had to sleep on the floor of the tiny kitchen that lead into the dining room and living room because my older sister and step brother were sleeping on the dining room table that folding into a bed, while my step grandmother and her boyfriend were laying on the fold out bed from the couch, and while my dad and stepmother were passed out in their own separately small bedroom. I almost wished that I could lay under the stars from a tent or just in my sleeping bag in the warm nights like a normal camper but any surface of slumber will suffice. I managed to drift off into a black slumber although a few lights from the appliances glared in the dark.

Normally a sleeping person would jump into alertness from a nightmare or from another person shaking them into waking up suddenly but I wasn’t dreaming about anything at all and no one was beside me trying to urgently wake me up. Instead I woke up in the stillness of the night in shock from what I was seeing from the ceiling of this newly furnished trailer.

I awoke to see a man’s face on the ceiling, staring back at me. He was young, with no remarkable features besides his short light brown hair. There were 6 other people sleeping in that trailer and a dog but I was the only person who woke up to see this person.

With knowing, even at my childish age, that very few people would believe this outlandish story, I began to stare underneath his face. If it really was all in my head then visualizing his body would make it appear as a hallucination. I focused so hard and imagined his physical body being in old jeans, a red shirt, with a tan leather jacket but none of it appeared. I then looked back up at his face and noticed that he was smiling at me. I was caught off guard by his sudden smile.

It wasn’t enough to point out how sinister his grin was, he was strikingly looking through me or into me. Like a predator targeting its prey in the wild for carnage. No words were ever spoken but so much was being read from the intensity of his blue hued eyes. It felt as though he knew something I didn’t, as if he knew that I would be like him one day, lethally insane. His face was like that of a doll, not smiling from joy but smiling from causing fear. As if he had joy from such terror of confusion within me. He looked like a killer, at least this was the only thing I could think of to describe him.

I laid there, still and silent, unable to simply move to wake up anyone. If I moved then I didn’t know what else can happen. Everything seeping from inside was telling me to never forget this moment. Within the next few seconds, his face moved upward on the ceiling and vanished into the thin air.

Who was he? What was his name and what was his life like? Was he someone who jumped to their death by that bridge? Even if he was a spirit, how did he manifest into being so realistically seen? With the particles of atoms in the air and the energy of a conflicted spirit, how was he so real into this physical plane? Why did he choose me to be seen by? Why was his timing so perfect and how did he get me to wake up to see this? Why me? Why then?

The Rooting Man

My name is Sakura. I’m a 29 year old women. Before I tell you this story, some background information. I’ll try to keep it short. When I was twelve years old, my mother had been talking to a man through mail. He was a american named, will call him David. He started to come to Japan to see me and my mom. He would come for the a a mouth or two. This happened for a year and a half. Then we moved to america. I was almost fourteen and my English was hardly passable. I had a very thick accent at the time. We moved into a nice house deep in the woods.

For where we lived this was the fact for most people.

It was so different than the streets of Osaka I was use to. Before I could get signed into my new school, I tore my acl. Playing in the woods. After surgery and physical therapy, I enrolled into my new school. It did not go well. My first day it was in December and I wore my usual clothes I was use to. I Showed up in my dark blue winter Fuku. (sailor schoolgirl uniform). That combined with my accent, I was picked on a lot. I spent a lot of time alone. I found a card game I never heard of, magic the gathering. I would take two decks to school with me and play myself. I when I turned fifteen I got into highschool.

One day during lunch hour, i was playing my me vs me magic game. A short boy a year ahead of me and his brother. We will call them the one a year above me James and his brother Luke. They started talking to me. For a couple of mouths the three of us would play magic at lunch everyday. Me and James started dating. After some convincing I talked my mom and stepdad into letting James and Luke to come over. That weekend they came over and Luke brought his girl fiend. We will call her Nikki.

The meeting went very well. We were allowed to explore the woods or what ever we wanted. It’s important to note at this time I was smoked weed. The four of us traveled up a old overgrown dirt road that started about about twenty meters away for my house. I had only been about .40 km up the road. There was a lovely creek that ran under the overgrown road. I spent a lot of time there. We get to the location and hang out a bit. When Luke eyes start fallowing the rest of the road up a steep hill. I had never gone that far. I had tried but it her my knee to much going up a hill that steep. He ask about it and I tell him I’ve never been up there. James ask if we could go up. I tell him my knee wont allow it. James smiles at me and kneels down to give me a piggy back ride up. I get on and start up the hill. It takes us about half an hour to get to the top.

We found a old 60s or 70 mini trailer hitch camper, over grown with plants. The boy tear away the vines. It’s in good shape to my shock. We all enter the old camper. It smells musty but there are places to set and no wind. Luke starts rolling a joint. I sit on the small bed but there is something under it. I move the thin mattress. A old rusted shovel. Nikki says that’s strange. James throws it out the open door. We stay up there smoking out and talking.

When we got done and left. It was dark at this time. I had come down from the high. I started smelling something rotten. Like something dead. I asked if anyone had smelled it to. Then we heard some of the old gravel roll down the hill behind us. James, Luke, and Nikki turned around, I had no choice. I was on James’s back. About ten meters away, stood a man in a old gray tarted almost rotten rain coat. He took a step forward. Then we saw it, his face looked like it was rotting and he had the evilest smile I had ever seen. James dropped me off his back. I hit the ground and flat on my back. Now we are half way down the hill. I started to roll down this rocky hill. I heard the other take off down the hill. When I got to the bottom. I saw the three of them cutting around a curve in the road heading to my house.

They left me. I pulled my self up and looking up the hill. No more then 300 cm away was that thing. I screamed as loud of I could. When I noticed it was getting closer. I pulled my self up and ran as fast as I could, witch was not very fast. It was more fast limping.

I finally saw my pouch light. I climbed up onto the deck and looked behind me. I saw it standing at the edge of the light. I grabbed the door nod and flung the door open. No one was home. I locked the door. and wrapped a blanked around my self and cried. I was scared and felt betrayed. My only friends left me to die. I noticed shadows moving outside my windows. I tried to get up but my leg gave out to weakness and pain. I looked out the window closest to me and saw it looking in. We made eye contact.

My heart was beating fast up until then but now it felt like to stop. I couldn’t fell the pain of my knee cuts or bruises. I couldn’t hear my stepdads grandfather clock ticking (and that think was loud). After what seemed like hours the only thing I could feel was something wet and warm forming around me.

I’m not afraid to admit I pissed my self. I heard the familiar sound of my step dads Jeep. The as I stared at the thing, it just vanished. I heard the door unlock and my stepdad step in. When he saw me he ran over to me. Before he could ask anything. I lunged up and wrapped my arms around his neck crying, for the first time I called him daddy. All I could say is daddy i’m sorry i wet my new skirt. To round out the story he called my mom and took me to the emergency room. He assumed the worst and demand a rape kit test.

I told them I was not raped.

They had to do it anyway. Mom got their and question me. I told her I would tell them when we get home. Hours latter I was released with a wheelchair and new I would need another surgery on my knee. I had a messed up some of my acl reconstruction and they would have to fix it. When we got home I had to tell them what happened. Mom had never believed in the supernatural. I was not sure about my stepdad. My stepdad went pale. When I asked why he looked scared. He told us that his dad about a year before he passed away had said he saw something with that same description as the one I gave. My stepdad said he’s dad talked about it until he passed away. I keep seeing the shadows out side the window and smelling that dead rotting thing for about two weeks.

I had nightmare every night, that were so bad I always had sheets and blankets to watch. After two weeks of this. My stepdad bought a new home and we moved. I’m married now and have a daughter of my own. My husband is the only other person I have ever told this story to. To this day, if i smell something rotting, I have to choke down my tears, and call my stepdad how I still call daddy to this day.

ps. sorry for any grammer errors or spelling errors. English is not my first language. I also have dyslexia. This make reading and writing hard in my first language let alone a second