Me as a dad

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“I was driving home from work about 2 am, it was a beautiful night so I decided to take a route home that was more in the country instead of through town. I had to cross an old bridge that had been there probably 80-100 years. There’s no houses or lights except my head lights. Just as my front tires hit the bridge a red fog rolls in across it. The hair stood up on the back of my neck and I got across that bridge as fast as possible. After I got across I looked in my mirror and the fog is gone but it looked like someone was standing in the middle of the bridge. I mentioned it to my parents the next morning and my dad said he’d always heard stories about that bridge and supposedly a young lady hung herself from it.”

Johnny Strange

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