This haunted bridge has had a lot of stories whirling behind it and has retained a lot of popularity among teenagers who are able to locate it, most of them looking for a good scare. Some of them may walk away with the common evidence: the sound of drums in the distance from the Native Americans who were slaughtered there, the screams of teenagers that were killed when their car was struck on this rural road at high speed, the usual cold spots and chills that come with so many occasions. Some have even been rumored to have seen a Native American man riding his horse in the area.
Over the course of a few personal investigations of my own as someone who is clairvoyant I?ve had plenty of my own experiences with the place over the years, the first one being when I was 18. A friend of mine, who I hadn?t spoken to in over a year due to a transfer of high schools, got in touch and we spent a few hours catching up. After informing me of the third bridge he asked me if I would be interested in going since I had a car (one that, several years later and several visits to the bridge, was eventually totaled) I agreed to go and after a few hours break from his company we met again and prepared to go.
When I made it back to his apartment he?d clustered together a few of his other friends to go who had also never been to the area and weren?t familiar with the haunting the place posed. We all went to a local gas station before officially leaving since we wanted drinks before the long trip into the middle of nowhere. Being the only one that was over the age of 18 at the time of this first investigation I was the one in charge of buying all of the cigarettes for the group. While I didn?t mind buying the cigarettes despite not being a smoker at the time I still found myself wondering if I wanted a pack of them for myself.
During the drive my friend was describing all of the hauntings that I mentioned above to the group so we could all be familiar with what might happen while we were there so we could understand the things that may begin to happen to us while we were there and what we could expect to happen. While not much did happen while we were officially at the bridge we did hear the sounds of Native American drums that were said to beat while they marched to what ended up being their death. Being the only clairvoyant there I was often the one pointing out which direction the drums were coming from, though they often seemed to be leading us in circles.
After being at the third bridge turned out to reveal next to nothing we ended up in an abandoned house that my friend didn?t end up knowing much about. It seemed creepy from my standpoint (mind you at this point I had never been anywhere near an abandoned home and living close to a city center where abandoned buildings were often torn down and replaced with something new it was uncommon for anything to truly be left for long) but didn?t seem overly haunted. It felt like one or two spirits were wandering around in the area though, as someone who believes that some spirits will attach themselves to people as a form of protection I had no reason to believe they were anything that wasn?t benevolent.
I?ve had many experiences since then that I haven?t photographed. One of the first times I went after the incident that I?ve included pictures of was with another friend who was also a clairvoyant. The high level of negative energy pulsing through the place meant she was too afraid to make her way out of my car. This isn?t something I faulted her for since, because of the first investigation that I had gone on, I was a smoker and was smoking 2 packs a week and had lit one up in the car-a habit that I only had when getting close to the bridge. I ended up smoking half a pack of cigarettes during the time we here there (around an hour) and had finished it the next day.
The next time I made a point to go I went with the same friend. We had planned it out a week in advance since at this point we were working retail and it was hard to plan anything spontaneously with our varying schedules. Despite my friend?s interest in going she again refused to leave the car, leaving me as the only one to exit the car to explore the area. During my time out of the car during this visit I again heard the drumming that the area is so well known for going off in the distance. It was almost relaxing to hear with all of the other negative emotions going on in the area. This visit was one of the times when I visited near 3 am and the intensity of the spiritual energy there was more than I had ever experienced.
Something else happened during that trip that happened at almost 3 am. The friend from the very first visit had mentioned a ghostly car with a single headlight that would chase people out of the area, disappearing and reappearing as if entirely by its own will. During that first visit I had seen no evidence of this car and had assumed that this friend was pulling my leg. During this trip however, I did see this car. I was pulling out of the area and had started along the dirt county roads that led in and out of much of the area when I spotted a car coming up behind us about a mile in the distance. I didn?t think much of it at first since I was a rather unobservant driver and figured it was someone that lived in the area that was heading out for the night. I was paying attention to what it was doing remembering the single headlight story and watched at disappeared on a flat road where it couldn?t have been hiding behind a hill. This was the first of many times that I saw it on that night and on others. Sometimes it would honk, loudly, as if asking me to stop. Other times it would remain silent as the grave, almost like it was taunting me to question my own sanity.
The last time I took myself to the bridge was before I moved to my current home. I?d been borrowing my mom?s jeep at the time and, like usual, had been heading to the bridge for the night. It was in the middle of the summer and, despite it being after midnight, it was still 80 degrees Fahrenheit. About halfway to the bridge the entire windshield fogged over which at first I thought was from running the air conditioner in the dark. I tried cracking the window in hopes the heat would clear the windshield. This didn?t work so I was forced to pull over and run the defrost in an attempt to get the windshield to clear. It was the last time I went though to a degree I do miss the place. It?s a site that needs more research before the modern world closes in on top of it.
