Hello, I’m a huge fan of your Channel and I’ve always wanted to submit something to you but until now nothing I’ve had was long enough.
There’s a Ghost Story a friend of mine told me about called Goatmans Bridge. The long and short of a story is way back when there was a Goat Farmer who had a wife and children, but due to him being Black and his wife White the others didn’t take to kindly to their family due to the Racial issues at the time. They lived a normal life and never bothered anyone but one night they were taken out to the bridge by angry Farmers and were hung; the man was forced to watch as his beloved wife and children were murdered before being hung himself. Though he didn’t die right away; those who had hung them made sure the Noose was tied in such a way that caused a slow death.
Naturally as a huge Paranormal fan me and a couple of my friends had decided to go check the place out. It’s said at night if you go and stand on his bridge one of many things might happen: you might hear the rope swaying with a body clearly still attached to it, you might see him hanging off of the bridge, the sound of voices or the urge to jump off into the river below. The bridge itself was near a wooded area, naturally of course these things seem to always happen near a wooded or abandoned area, and was a good ways above a river with fallen trees and rocks scattered about in the dark water. The bridge had Graffiti on it clearly showing others had been there before who thought it would be a good idea to leave their mark on the place where a family lost their lives.
Someone even drew an Ouija Board in Pink Chalk for goodness sake!
It was around early morning when we arrived and there were a few other Cars parked, one empty and the other with an adult and their small Dog. Getting out we all made out way down the path to get to the bridge chatting as we shown out Flashlights on the ground in front of us so we didn’t trip over anything and get hurt. Now I’m not an idiot, someone foolish or insane enough to go hunt for the Paranormal yes but an idiot no, and I had my Pocket Knife in my hand just incase something should go wrong while a friend had my Pepper Spray. We weren’t about to get caught in a situation we didn’t want to be in without a way to defend ourselves.
Getting up on the bridge it seemed colder than the rest of the are we had been at, though it was turning into those colder Months so it wasn’t that surprising. My friends began to try and talk to the Spirits of those who had been wrongfully killed on the bridge while I walked off to be on my own. Why I did I’m still not sure. Zoning out I stopped in one spot and looked out over the bridge with the oddest urge to jump off. I didn’t, but the feeling continued the entire time we were on that bridge. Looking at the water below there was a splash but once we went to see what it was it turned out to be nothing more than a Fish with a great sense of timing.
Going back to my stand I tuned out the others whispering voices as I thought I had heard something. Now at first I was sure it was just some trees swaying in the wind or it could be the old bridge with the weight of Six people standing on it, it was run down after all but still safe to be on, but soon I realized neither of those things were right. Looking down once more at where I was sure this sound was coming from there wasn’t anything there I could see with my eyes but I knew what it was. Me and my friends have always been more in tune with the Paranormal and have had many other experiences so we know these things are real. I know I wasn’t imagining things.
It was the sound of someone hanging.
Now I didn’t say anything at the time seeing as how I was still trying to process if what I was hearing was what I thought it was; we might believe in these things but we try to rationalize them before assuming it’s something Paranormal. One of our friends, whom were not friends with anymore, wanted to go into the woods near by. Being the Horror fan I am my first thought was ‘that’s how you get stabbed’ but eventually after some talking half of the group had decided to stay where they were on the bridge while me and the other two began to walk into the woods. Yes I know this is something that could easily have gotten me killed but I was curious and wanted something more to happen. Depending on what it was that might’ve been in those woods I regret my choice.
After a few feet inside the trees someone screamed. Not scared or in pain but like they were talking with friends and being far to loud for the secluded area we were in, and it was clear they were drunk. Pausing for a moment we heard more people, all Men if I remember right, laughing and chatting with one another though I couldn’t understand what they were saying. Now of course my blood ran cold at the realization there were others out there that sounded like they were leaving.
And the way we went in was the only way in or out of those woods.
The Male with us, for some reason or another, yelled at them. Not angry but almost like he was joining in on the fun. And he got a response. Listening closer we soon realized that whom ever, or what ever, those voices belong to was now running at us. And I swear, we heard the sound of hooves. Deciding it was time to go we bolted out of the woods and back over the bridge. Once there one of our friends, and my best friend, asked what was going on and I only said one word.
A walk that took about Fifteen minutes took about Five on the way back as we sprinted to the Car and got in not about to be mugged or attacked by who ever those Men were, or whatever creature had been chasing after us. It’s almost funny because right as we got back into the Car and started it up the usual Tow-Truck pulled into the area to tow away any Cars left unattended. We laughed nervously to ourselves as we joked about how lucky that was and maybe it was a sign to get back to the Car so it wouldn’t have been towed and how the other Car left unattended might’ve gotten towed; but we didn’t stick around long enough to find out.
Only about Ten minutes into the drive back did I pipe up about what I had heard; turns out I wasn’t the only one who had heard it.
Typing this out I do still believe that those drunken idiots out in the woods who had rushed at us were the owners of the empty Car or maybe they were with the adult and their Dog; but there also was a change that the abandoned Car was actually abandoned. That the person with the Dog wasn’t waiting on anyone. That those Men we heard weren’t alive. That something with hooves was out there, too. I now know why they might call it Goatman’s Bridge.
I know for sure is I’m glad we didn’t stick around to find out what was sprinting towards us.