by Pangeacat

Created on: April 24, 2008

"The Second Bridge"

Deafening laughter was all that could be heard around the lunch table when Bill reached the half way point with his story. The five boys sitting around the picnic style table were all between seventeen and eighteen years old, and they were all seniors at Templeton High School. Bill had been trying to relay an urban legend; one he believed whole-heartedly was true, to his friends.

"I'm serious," Bill exclaimed. "Every Saturday morning, at the stroke of midnight that's when she'll come for you, on the second bridge."

"Okay, so let me get this straight man. So, all I've got to do is drive my happy ass up that mountain, wait at the second bridge, and at midnight a witch will race me across?" Drake had managed to cease laughing long enough to poke fun at Bill.

"Kind of. Come on guys, just listen, okay? I swear to god guys, my brother has seen her." Bill was obviously becoming irritated with his companions.

Tony, the only one other than Bill who wasn't in hysterics, was actually interested in what Bill had to say. He took it upon himself to silence the rest of the group.

"Everyone shut the hell up or get the hell outta here," Tony bellowed, jolting to his feet as he did so.

No one ever said no to Tony. He was the unofficial leader of their clique, as he was the eldest and the most aggressive. The three boys who had been engrossed in a fit of laughter for the last ten minutes instantly quieted.

"Okay Bill, continue," Tony insisted as he sat back down.

"Alright, look," Bill sighed. "Every Saturday morning, at the stroke of midnight, she waits on the second bridge. You travel up the mountain, pass the first bridge, and wait at the start of the second bridge. I swear on my mother's grave, she'll appear. If you drive your car, or run, across that bridge she'll race you. Now, if you win the race, she'll let you live, right? BUT, if SHE wins the race" Bill paused for effect, "you're dead man." Bill leaned to the right, glaring at his, now silent, companions.

"But she's supposedly already dead, right? A ghost?" Inquired Steve.

"Yeah, but she can still throw your ass off that bridge," exclaimed Bill. "She lived a long time ago, on that mountain. She was a witch though, so a bunch of people went up there and killed her, or she died in some sort of forest fire or something. Anyway, she was one evil woman. Now, she wants revenge!"

A menacing smirk crossed Tony's lips. "What a coincidence Bill, today is Friday. So, according to your story, the witch will be waiting

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