Phineas1

The tale of the Haunted Bridge Farmhouse The wind carried the fallen leaves across the ground and over the old wooden bridge that connected road to the old colonial farmhouse. The shutters slammed incessantly with the breezy gusts. There were no signs that the house was inhabited, except for the carved jack o lanterns that lined the old rickety bridge. They each had a candle burning within which cast eerie shadows of a laughing faces across the bridge walkway. I pulled up the collar of my jacket tightly around my ears determined to stop the wind from circling around my neck and sending frigid chills down my spine. This place gave me the heebie jeebies but I could not turn back now, this was the only house within miles, and the taxi that dropped me off left with spinning wheels immediately after I shut its door. I was there alone, in the dark, with only the howling breeze and slamming shutters echoing in the distance, with my first step on to the dilapidated bridge a deep and evil moaning voice whispered “heeeeaaarrrttt”. I stepped back on the dirt path and evaluated the bridge, surely, it was my racing imagination, again I stepped forward and again the voice said “heeeeaaarrrttt”. I gulped, surely the bridge was not speaking to me, it had to be just an eerie coincident. My heart was pounding and I looked back the way I came, not even the taxis taillights were visible. With all the courage I could muster, I again took a step onto the old wooden bridge, a different voice this time, but still as creepy said “weeee neeed aaaaa hhheeeaaaarrtt”. I froze in my tracks, what in the world was I hearing. I looked closely at the carved pumpkins edging the bridge; surely, the voices were not coming from the carved heads. Slowly I took one more step, and ancient bridge moaned under my weight, which by far more comforting then the voices I thought I was hearing. I continued with another step, when to my surprise a deep guttural sound echoed “uuusssee yyyyoouurr cccclllluuub”. The hair stood up on the back of my neck and froze waiting for a club to materialize and knock me to the ground, but all was quiet and I was intact. I took a deep breath and slowly moved forward with one more step, the voice again “uuussssee yyyyoooouuuurrrr ssssppppaaaaddddeee”, I was petrified at what I was hearing, “ccclllobbberrr ttthhheeemmm with yyyooouuurrr sssppaadddeee” I had heard enough, I ran as fast as my feet could carry me up the old dirt path I flew. Breathless I hurried past the gnarly roots of the aged oak trees that lined the walk, and up the stairs of the farmhouse porch. I stopped shortly to take a deep breath, and the voices seemed to follow behind me, they were now louder and closer. “IIIIII tttoolllddd yyyouuuu tooooo useeee the spaaade”. Terrified I rushed the front door and banged furiously for help and relief from this creepy experience, dislodging a wooden sign that fell to my feet with a loud bang, which made me jump. I picked up the wooden sign in hopes of using it as a weapon if necessary, but the voices stopped. In the moonlight I could make out writing on the sign, it read, ‘Welcome, beginning bridge classes underway, please come in….. The End