Chapter 7
The Drowned Girl's Bridge
Amy explores a bridge where a young girl's ghost appears on foggy nights. Local records suggest a connection to a forgotten tragedy in Amy's hometown.
The morning air hung thick and damp, a familiar Southern weight that promised more than just another humid day. I stood at the edge of the old iron bridge, my boots sinking slightly into the mossy bank. The water below moved with a slow, deliberate current, as if it too was reluctant to reveal what it held.
This was the Drowned Girl's Bridge.
Aunt Mae had warned me about this place over her kitchen table, her hands wrapped around a chipped coffee cup. "You be careful, Amy. Some stories ain't meant to be stirred up." She'd said it with that knowing look, the one that meant she was holding back more than she let on. But I had to come. The records I'd uncovered at the county library pointed to something I couldn't ignore—a tragedy from my own hometown, buried so deep that even the oldest residents had forgotten.
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