The story goes that on the outskirts of town there is a bridge where a witch hung herself.  If you look over the bridge, she may pull you over.

We were all were sitting in the car hoping for something scary when we saw a foggy figure shoot straight up from under the bridge.  We sat there trying to figure out if it was the witch, but nothing else happened that night.  We went back again the next night with walkie-talkies.  We had decided to split into groups in hopes that someone would see something.  At around 9:00, my cousin’s staticy voice came over the speaker, “Oh my god, “he said.  “The bridge is swaying!”

We heard a scream, but it wasn’t his voice.  Later he told us that the misty figure had shot up onto the bridge, but didn’t seem interested in him at all.  It let out a scream and flew away into the night.

Chestney Miller, NE