The moans of the macabre bridge

Fuente: http://forosdelavirgen.org/58332/los-problemas-que-causan-los-muertos-sin-duelo-y-las-culpas-generacionales-2013-02-13/

A night traveler was traveling along the road, the journey was very quiet, to kill boredom he turned on the radio, tuned to a channel where a pastor spoke and his promise of eternal life, the traveler a few days ago had collected his salary where he had to To do the tithe to the church, was very indignant with this situation, almost did not see a woman who walked along the side of the highway.

The young woman reached for the finger to take her, the traveler brake the car for the speed it was able to stop several meters in front of the young woman.

The young woman approached the car and asked to be taken, the man replied.

How do you think to walk alone in these places with the cold it does! Said the driver very exalted

I almost carried you ahead!

Thank you, sir, for stopping, what happens is that I leave my baby alone in my house, I'm late, I've been walking for over an hour and nobody really wanted to stop, you're the only person considered, said the young woman .

It's okay, do not worry, be calm that I'll take you to your house, it does not matter if I have to deviate from the road, the man replied.

The traveler was not accustomed to raise a person on the route, but it happened that he had been listening to the pastor speak of goodness and mercy, perhaps that is why he took pity on this young woman, more consternate to see her face worried that her baby He waited for her.

What is your name! My name is John, how do you get so homeless on this cold night, said the traveler trying to start a conversation

Hi, how are you? I am Rebecca. The truth is I missed the time, I was not planning to return so late, I'm not far from my home, maybe five kilometers, we have to get to the next bridge, there my baby is waiting for me, answered the young woman.

John was silent, he was looking at the girl and wondering silently how old this girl would be, she seemed to be no more than fourteen years old and she was already a mom, twice named her baby, the silence was uncomfortable but she did not know what song to play , The girl was very quiet, every time he looked at her she smiled grateful for the ride.

He looked at the young woman and her attention was drawn to her ancient form of dress, perhaps it must be from some Amish congregation, she said to herself, she seemed dressed as an old lady by her dress of the previous century.

The silence was uncomfortable for the two of them, none of them brought up a topic of conversation, what subject might interest this little girl, said the traveler, when she was about to bring up a subject to talk about, she said.

Here it is well! Said the girl as she approached the bridge.

When the traveler wanted to react to stop it was not necessary, when the first wheel touched the bridge, the car automatically shut down, stopped working, the lights went out, the radio and the car engine, John tried to start the car , But it was impossible, being in the process of starting the car, I hear something to his right.

The silence was overwhelming, there was no sign of life in the place, the night noises, the night birds, the roar of the wind, the trees lifeless, not moving a leaf.

Beneath the windows to see and hear better checking absolute silence, he turned to look to his right and saw that the girl had gotten out of the car.

This caught his attention, as it happened, could not even hear when the doors of the copilot opened or closed, the strangest thing was that the young woman left without saying goodbye, she seemed a well educated and gentle young woman.

In a moment he began to hear the very intense cry of a baby, every minute that passed was heard louder, the bitter cry came under the bridge, John to hear very loud crying the baby came to think that he would be sick, That it could happen all this time that he was alone careless, said the traveler

John took courage and headed in the direction of weeping, began to descend on the side of the bridge, his intention was to verify that he was drinking well, maybe he was sick and should take her and accompany Rebecca to the nearest hospital.

He went down to the shore of the river, guided by the sounds of weeping, he could not see anything, but every time he heard the baby crying, I walked a few more meters and saw nothing, now it seemed that tears were coming out of the river, Began to look at the waters of the river and felt a presence behind him, something frozen, this caused his skin to turn like a hen, a chill ran down his back, noticed a presence, as when someone looks at you from afar, felt that they watched The bridge slowly raised its head to see who looked at it, when it was dizzy and fell to the ground back, opened its eyes and could see the body of Rebekah hanging from the bridge, seemed to be dead several days ago.


Fuente: http://www.nuevamentes.net/2016/04/tres-leyendas-urbanas-paranormales-que.html

John was frightened and scared with fear, he could not even blink, he could see the cold look on Rebeca's dead body, but the worst was yet to come, the body began to move, raised his right arm and pointed in the direction of the Waters of the river, with great fear turned his head towards the river and there he could see the body of a small child floating in the waters of the river, the child's cries continued with greater intensity.

Now he was not afraid, he was panic, not knowing how he got up and started to run uphill, got to his car, wanted to start and the car did not start, he got off and from the desperation began to push the car.


Fuente: http://momentaneafoto.com/2013/01/de-rally-nocturno/

The tears of the baby were growing louder and now the cry of the young woman's cries were added, the fear was paralyzing, I sack strength to know where and began to move the car over the bridge, just passed all the wheels Bridge the car ignited only as a product of magic, he climbed into his car and fled in terror from the moans of the macabre bridge.

Fuente: http://www.leyendas-urbanas.com/el-puente-de-los-lamentos/



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Corrientes Argentina

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