Bridge of the Crying Baby
Tit is for those who often wonder if some of the things they have experienced can ever be explained. Almost everyone has heard the story about the “Cry baby Bridge”, heck, almost every state, and some cities have one. This is the story of the one that happened in my hometown. The location will not be disclosed to protect the privacy of people living in the area. It is said that a youthful unmarried woman gave birth to her lover's child, and when she presented it to him, he rejected them both, wanting nothing more to do with mother and child. For the distraught youthful lady who was unable to turn to her family for assist, it was a moment when giving birth to a child out of wedlock was considered shameful. So she decided to jump off the bridge with her baby, it supposedly drowned and they were never seen again. They say that if you are on the bridge on moonless nights, you can hear the baby crying and see the mother as a white featherlight walking along the river bank looking for her baby.
I decided to investigate this story and see or hear for myself whether it was a real haunting or just another urban legend. My friend and I arrived at the bridge around 11 p.m., sat and listened to the wind and river, nothing at first, then we heard what sounded like a baby crying. We also saw what appeared to be a white featherlight moving up the shoreline and then disappearing almost at the same time as the baby stopped crying. We did some more research and found the causes of both the featherlight and the crying. The crying was the sound of peacocks coming from nearby residents, and the featherlight was the reflection of headlights off a piece of metal near the river bank from a car(s) driving on a nearby road. It would seem that the lights of oncoming cars would disturb the peacocks, causing them to scream, which would sound almost like a baby crying on the bridge. Once the car(s) had passed, the peacocks became noiseless and the white featherlight disappeared.
Gray featherlight shadows
AND I read the story “What the Shadow People Want” and it reminded me of when I was a child and lived in a first-floor apartment in New York. Every night I saw shadows, but they were kind of gray, the room was shadowy, I had my eyes open and that's what I saw, gray shadows, like figures of people, many were coming in and out of my room through the door. They never looked at me or bothered me. They just walk. As if he was passing by. I thought it was normal. We lived there for several years. It stopped when we moved to Coney Island.
That's another story. But why did I see these gray figures? Demons or ghosts passing by? I just saw them and had no answers because I was little. Then things got out of control as I experienced further events at our next residence.
This time I didn't see shadows, I saw real figures and felt strange forces that scared the living daylights out of me. As time passed, I became curious and wanted answers.
take care of yourself
Rossana
The cat comes to visit
Hme again. I'm sure at least some of you remember my 115-year-old story about the Haunted Slave House. Well, I have one more for you. The first one happened about a year after this story. My friend Paige's mother has had a cat, Belle, for almost 13, maybe 14 years (I don't know the exact date, I only know that she was older than us!). She was a giant cat for a long time, no matter what the doctors did or whatever. Finally, the first X-ray came out and it showed 3 tumors and a lot of fluid surrounding the heart, something no doctor had ever seen before. She was also in an advanced stage and according to my friend they wouldn't have been able to aid her even if they had caught her at the very beginning.
So my friend euthanized her cat. Every day she went to sprinkle catnip on Bella's grave in the backyard. I arrived overnight 6 days later. Nothing happened all night, and the next day we stopped at the adoption center to see the kittens. After many discussions between her parents and herself, Paige finally decided not to buy a kitten, but a 4-year-old cat, which she named Isabelle. We called her Izzy for miniature. Izzy was still shy about being in the pound, so we let her explore and went back to Paige's room.
Paige and I had talked about ghost cats before; when I mentioned Belle and catnip, she said, “Damn, I forgot to do that! Oh well, she'll get over it.” And we moved on as usual. Then comes the scary part. We had been home alone for a few hours and Paige was about to take a shower. So we sat and talked and watched Danny Phantom on TV while she got the bathroom ready.
Now the hall lights were on, the living room airy next to the front door was on, the curtains were open, and so were the curtains and lights in Paige's room. There was still daylight outside. As we were sitting there talking, the TV suddenly turned off for no reason. We waited and turned the cable box on and off, then it came back on, so we continued talking. After a few minutes, the TV turns off again. Mind you, it was a perfect day outside so we couldn't blame the wind!
Paige and I are starting to get nervous, so we turn the cable box off and on again. It's fine for another minute, but then it turns off, turns on again, and then turns off. I was starting to get very nervous, so I shouted, “Stop!” The TV turned on again and stayed that way. Paige comes out in her robe to ask something, the TV goes off, but this time the closet lights flash on and off too. Then the airy above the bed goes out. Paige starts to understand what I mean and shouts, “Stop it, Belle! Leave Tiffany alone!” Everything comes back and stays.
Paige takes a shower and nothing happens. I turned on my Game Boy and was playing it when a white streak appeared in front of the TV, I dropped the Game Boy and stared at the TV to see if it would come back. This didn't happen, so I anxiously sat down and started playing again. Then the TV turns off and the lights flash. By then I was really scared, so I jumped up and ran to the bathroom.
After Paige got out of the shower, I stayed in the bathroom while she checked the room. When she gave the all clear, I came back. The TV goes off again and Paige gets mad. She shouted, “Goodbye, Belle! I said goodbye now! Is this what you wanted? Well, there's a new cat here, so I won't feel lonely without you. Goodbye and good luck!” The TV turns on and never turns off.
Throughout this time, the lights in the hallway and the rest of the house remained normal. The TV in the living room worked fine, so only Paige's room was broken. I think it was Belle who came to say goodbye. Shortly after, another cat named Toby approached and tried to enter as if he owned the place. So now he has two cats, just like me.
This is a little thing that I don't think is related, but it was a fun fact. When I saw Izzy trying to crawl under the bed in Paige's room, a sudden thought came to my mind. The elderly cat's name was Belle and the modern cat in town was named Isabelle. See the resemblance?