The Ranch, Part 2

This takes place the morning after me and my friend, Nathan, experienced the little girl laughing when we were retrieving some chairs at a ranch, in Uvalde, Texas. It’s been a while since this happened, so I don’t remember if I took my dad’s video camera at this time, and if true, I won’t know because I have nothing to play back the tapes. I do remember four moments that occurred during a walk I took; two of them should’ve been immediate red flags in hindsight now that I’m aware of other types of creatures.

It was around 0900 or 1000 when I had awoken to everybody getting up and ready for breakfast, but there was a problem, nobody had decided to bring food for the morning after we arrived. Out of about seventeen people; eleven, including the adults, went into town to get things for breakfast and dinner; leaving the rest of at the campsite. The eldest of us was a friend we called Sasquatch. He was left in charge until our advisor returned but he decided to go back to sleep. The reason I mention him will come into effect later in the story.

Once I was fully awake, I didn’t want to waste time just waiting for everyone to come back. I decided to go for a walk, alone, because the sun was out and everything would be illuminated and easy to see, or so I thought. I don’t remember telling anyone I was going for a walk or just walking off to begin. Just a short distance from the camp was a thick section of wooded area.

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My Experience with Goatman’s Bridge

I used to be hard core into the whole paranormal thing when I was a kid, but like most people I would grow out of it as I got older.

But a trip to Denton, Texas would open my mind back up to the idea that there are things that just cannot be explained. I live in Plano and have a pal who would often go exploring places in the DFW area, parks, creeks, even a few abandoned buildings.

My pal Kath decided to ditch the normal routine of exploring the usual and brought up the Old Alton Bridge in Denton as a spot to check out and said it was supposedly haunted and had well, a goat man there.

I laughed and asked why would a dinky old bridge be haunted, and that is when she told me about the man who killed and hung by the KKK, only to find that the noose they threw over the bridge with the man had nobody on it and no trace of the body.

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