Summer Break At Fudge Rd.

It was the summer of 2011…I had recently joined a band, and had been spending a lot of time on the road with my fellow band mates. We had a night off from shows and decided to all pile into our van for a drive around the countryside. Our bass player, Billy was the driver. There was also Adam in the passenger seat, along with Eli, Myself, and a friend named Ryan all piled into the crowded backseat. It was an eerily quiet night, and it soon sparked our curiosity for adventure. Now I should mention that in our town of rural Ohio, there were many urban legends. One of the most popular being the “Crybaby Bridge”. The Crybaby Bridge is located on a desolate road in the countryside of West Alexandria, Ohio. The legend goes that a woman had killed her child and hung her self on the Bridge one night, and that if you drive onto the bridge, turn your car off and say “mama” three times, the cries of her and her child can be heard coming from the Bridge. So being the curious teenagers we were, we decided to head to the Notorious “Fudge Road” where the Bridge was located.

We had arrived at our turn to begin traveling on the road when we had come across a sign saying that it was closed. We stopped our van for a moment, wondering if we had the right place. Adam had insisted it was right, so we drove around the sign and continued into the darkness of the road. It had an incredibly dark atmosphere to it, and was only big enough for one car to drive on. There were big trees on each side of the road, forming what looked like a shroud or tunnel, causing the headlights to be our only guide to the Bridge. The stars and night sky were enveloped in the darkness of the trees, and as we travelled along the dark road we had noticed multiple abandoned homes and sheds on the roadside. It seemed like the perfect place for a spooky adventure, but in the next few moments we had regretted our decision to adventure down this mysterious trail.

We had finally managed to get near the Bridge when we had seen a car parked in the middle of the road. Like I had mentioned before, the road wasn’t very wide, so this car was essentially blocking the way to the Bridge. It looked abandoned and as if someone had just left it there. We told billy to go around, as the Bridge was only a short distance away. It was at this point that we passed the car and noticed somebody sitting in the drivers seat. It was a man, he was wearing a mask and had his seat leaned all the way back, as if he were trying to hide. As soon as we passed his car, he started the engine and soon enough his lights were following right behind us. In a panic, I told Billy to drive faster, that we were being followed. He sped up, but once he had reached the Bridge we realized it was a dead end. The Bridge was damaged, and had a large sign blocking the way. Our only choice was to turn around and drive back the way we came. Billy slid the van into the grass and started to do a K Turn in order to turn the van back around. It was then we saw the man’s head lights coming even closer to us. We screamed and told Billy to drive fast, that we had to get around this guy. Adam grabbed the vans fire extinguisher from the back and threatened to throw it at the man’s car if he wouldn’t let us through. The man’s cars sat still in the middle of the road, blocking our way out. Billy floored it, speeding towards the his car and sent it mowing through the field to the right of him. It was then we could see the man in the drivers seat, loading a shotgun, looking up at us with his menacing mask. We screamed in terror and told Billy to not stop for anything, the man attempted to follow us, but we were fortunate enough to get out of there before he could catch up.

I had always heard so many stories about the paranormal events of Crybaby Bridge but never the possibility of an armed maniac, just waiting for the next pair of kids who were foolish enough to enter it’s dark woods. This experience was terrifying, but also very interesting in many ways. There were so many mysteries about this road, an many confirmed deaths linked to it, I had taken it upon myself to do further research. It turns out that we weren’t the only group who had experienced a man follow them on Fudge Road. There are many stories online from other explorers seeing a man in a mask, or sitting in his car with a camera. He’s said to live in one of the few homes alongside the road, and that he is tired of trespassers. There is also a women who is known to run outside with a camera, filming those who dare to come explore the roads dark wonders. All I know is that my experience at Fudge Road was very real, and very frightening. Who knows what could’ve happened if the man had caught us. Just remember, urban legends are fun but mostly fiction. It’s the monsters that live among us that we should truly be afraid of. Be safe, and be aware.

creepy stalker

Ok so this happened a few months ago and me and my friend are minors so that makes this more disturbing we were on an app called musically.

I won’t say her name for personal reasons but we were randomly added to a group chat. There were other people on there but this one person named Alex was being different. At first it seemed like average teenage stuff since me and my friend lied about our location and age so did he but we didn’t know he was lying at the time. This guy is a real perv because he was asking us to send pictures of ourselves and I stupidly sent one with the name of the location from an old Snapchat picture.

Me and my friend were laughing because we knew it was all fake and we thought he believed it, but one day my friend texted me freaking out because she was watching the lively when he exposed his junk. I have a picture of him that is proof he was lying about his age but the disturbing part was when after my parents told me to tell him to go away and never talk to him, I told him to F off but I texted the word.

He then said to me ” I will find you and you will like it and you can’t do anything about it.” He also said that in spanish. I told him before to leave me alone and im lucky I lied about my Location and my age. I went to talk to the counselor at my school and that was the last I ever heard from him and to this day I’m almost positive he was never caught.

The Big Man

I’ve gone through the woods many times in many different places throughout Pennsylvania. One afternoon, some friends of mine dared me to walk with them through an area that was a favorite haunt of Bigfoot, according to the locals. I’ve been a Bigfoot buff since the age of 6, and am very respectful of the legends that I had been told by Native Americans about the creature. Despite feeling uneasy, I took them up on their challenge. It was about 5:30 when we entered the woods. It was public land, so anyone could be there besides just us.

We had been walking for about an hour when I started to smell something bad. I’ve smelled skunks, spoiled milk, rotten eggs, and a wet dog. It was worse than all of those together. I looked at my friends and all 4 of them were standing as still as statues with eyes as wide as possible, staring to my left. I slowly turned to where they were looking and saw what I never thought I would see in my life. It was an honest-to-God Bigfoot. He/She was about 8 feet tall, covered in brownish-red fur, and was staring at us with yellow eyes. It was only about 50 yards away. In other words, too close for comfort! One of my friends said “That guy is huge.” My girlfriend, who was with us said “That isn’t a guy!”

All 5 of us started to run like Satan was after us. What truly terrified me was the fact that there was huge footsteps behind us. One of my friends took a quick peek over his shoulder and said “Oh God! It’s chasing us!” We ran even faster. Now, I can run a 4.12 in the 40-yard dash, but I bet this Bigfoot could do it in half the time. We kept running through stitches in our sides, bramble bushes, thorn covered shrubs, and every other obstacle you would expect in the forest. I fell at one point and scraped my elbow. I got up and kept running. After we got back to the road, we kept running, all the way to my friend’s house that we had been staying at. As soon as we ran inside, we slammed the door, locked it, then went around the house, locking every door and window. After we had secured the house, my girlfriend looked out the window, through the curtain. She turned around, pale as glue and said hoarsely “It’s coming towards the door.” We all grabbed any weapon we could find, from a candlestick to a knife and waited. After 15 minutes of silence, my girlfriend looked back out the window and said “It’s gone.” We all immediately relaxed and stayed up the rest of the night.

The next day, we were talking to Samantha Raincloud, a Native American who I knew from a birthday party for her mother. I told her what happened the previous night. She nodded her head and told us that we were probably lucky. She had a cousin go into the woods to look for firewood, but never returned. He was found a month later, nothing but a skeleton. She believes that Bigfoot got to her cousin before he even knew what was stalking him. We investigated the perimeter of the house and saw huge footprints. Samantha pointed out a piece of witch hazel on the porch. She said it was an offering from Bigfoot for safety. Bigfoot had apparently chased us because he was scared and wanted to be alone. I have visited my friend a few times since then. He hasn’t had any encounters since that night, but every so often, he hears a kid saying that they saw “a big, fuzzy man” in the woods.