Old Russellville Road

Chris Johnson

The bridge on Old Russellville Road is a long wooden bridge held up by steel beams for support. It would squeak and crack as you drove over top of it. It dwindled about 50 feet in the air over a large river, surrounded by trees and a dark passage that continued onward. During the day this is just an ordinary bridge, but at night it is something completely on its own.

Walking along the bride over the river with a full moon was beautiful. The moonlight gave everything a luminous glow. The bridge itself had a small stripe of lights on each side to which gave a very small amount of yellow light. Gazing upon the yellow glow was a small spider web, each support beam had its own unique web, and each web had its own unique spider in the middle of it. It appeared as if this bride was an art show for spider webs.

However, it felt as though the bridge had another presence, a spiritual one at most. It was a feeling you just can't shake when you know someone is watching. Standing in the middle of this bridge I began to hear things. Someone was walking towards me, yet looking around I saw no one. I heard something in the water, jumping in and out, yet I look down and see nothing. A cold chill swept the air; I knew I had to get out of here. Getting back in the car with the transmission in neutral, the car begins to move forward as if it was being pushed. I knew something wasn't right. I sped out fast with no hesitation of looking back.

Overall, this appears to be an ordinary bridge during the day, but from my personal experience it is a resting place for wandering souls who seek peace. This is one place I would personally like to visit with a Ouija Board and a few of my friends.