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  • landside the woods, outside the moving car nervously.

  • The rest of the group, three guys and two girls would never admit they were afraid and Lance had to work extra hard to not show the fear on his face.

  • It's not that he was a coward by any means.

  • He was on practically every sport team is high school had.

  • It was just something about these woods and the deeper into them the car penetrated the more unsettling Lance felt they shouldn't be here.

  • Like many bored teens on a saturday night.

  • A few weeks before Halloween, Lance and his friends have decided to explore some of the creepy local urban legends for themselves living in eastern Georgia, there was no shortage.

  • Everything from old haunted slave shacks that were still standing to mysteriously abandoned cabins deep in the swamps in Lance's hometown though there was one legend that topped them all.

  • Cry Baby Bridge, a small rickety wooden bridge crossing over a creek.

  • The bridge itself was nothing spectacular.

  • It was really just a 30 ft wooden plank bridge with perhaps the scariest thing about it being that there were no safety rails on the sides accidentally pitching your car over the edge definitely would be terrifying.

  • But unlike other spooky or supposedly haunted bridges, Cry Baby Bridge was pretty unimpressive looking.

  • None of that made lands feel any better.

  • As the group of teenagers drew nearer to the bridge, he'd been out here before in the daytime, just about everybody in town had out of a morbid sense of curiosity.

  • Few ever returned at night though, and with civilization now miles behind them and nothing but dark woods pressing in on every side, Lance knew why the trees seemed to crowd the small dirt road almost like they were trying to reclaim the land for themselves.

  • Lance did not feel welcome here at all, but suddenly the car came to a stop.

  • There.

  • It was Cry Baby Bridge, lit up by the glow of headlights.

  • It was exactly as Lance remembered it from the last time he was out here, but what was seemingly an unimpressive bridge in full daylight took on a decidedly more sinister appearance in the near pitch black.

  • The headlights shone all the way across the brief 30 ft span, but rather than light up the darkness, they seemed to only serve to reinforce how truly dark anything outside the small pools of light truly was.

  • The group had grown quiet almost in reverence for the bridge before them, or perhaps now that they stood before the most haunted bridge in Georgia, the false bravado had finally melted, and the terror each felt deep down inside was showing itself.

  • They knew what they had to do next, though according to legend a single mother had been driving these back roads distraught and suicidal over her, rapidly spiraling life in her back seat was her infant child.

  • And as the woman drove recklessly through the woods a heavy rain began to pick up, blinded by the rain and her tears.

  • The woman accidentally drove her car straight off the side of Cry Baby bridge plunging the car into the creek below due to the heavy rains.

  • The water had risen and while it wasn't enough to cover the entire car, it was enough to drown both the mother and child who were pinned hopelessly in the wreckage.

  • Now the mother's ghost haunted the local area, searching for her child.

  • And if you dared to stop your car over the bridge, turn off the engine and the lights, you two could get a glimpse of her, or perhaps of the soft crying of the young child who drowned below your feet.

  • The car slowly lurched forward, the sound of tires crunching on gravel giving way to the rhythmic sound of wooden planks underneath the bridge itself creaked audibly.

  • It had been built decades ago and there was no telling when it might finally give way.

  • Hopefully.

  • For Lance today wasn't the day.

  • The fall below wasn't very far.

  • The Muddy Creek bottom was only 12 or so feet below the bridge, but it would no doubt wreck the car and leave the group stranded out here, miles from the nearest sign of civilization.

  • The car came to a stop at the exact center of the bridge and almost hesitantly the driver at last pulled out the key from the ignition.

  • The sounds of the woods at night suddenly washed over them like a breaking wave, frogs, crickets, various night birds going about, their business without the rumbling of the car's engine and the tunes from the radio.

  • The forest outside was a veritable cacophony of noise.

  • The group laughed and joked about who would be the first to get out.

  • They knew they couldn't stay in the car if they hoped for a glimpse of the famous ghost.

  • Finally they agreed they don't get out together on the count of 34 doors opened and the group of teens spilled out of the car.

  • But what was that?

  • For just a moment, there was something down the creek on Lance's side of the car.

  • He swore he saw a brief bit of movement as he was stepping out of the vehicle almost as if something out there had used the sound of the teens exiting the vehicle as cover for its own movement.

  • Lance concentrated hard, ignoring the nervous giggles of his friends around him.

  • It had been a flash of dark, like a slightly lighter black figure moving against the inky blackness of the nighttime forest.

  • Nothing was moving now, though, it was probably just his imagination or his nerves.

  • He hated to admit it, but now that they were out here, this was seeming like a very bad idea.

  • His previous enthusiasm to experience something genuinely creepy had lost its luster and now the thought of actually seeing a ghost terrified him to no end.

  • But he never admitted to his friends of course, pushing the thought out of his mind, Lance turned his attention back to his friends though he still cast the occasional where he glanced back in the direction of where he thought he'd seen movement from time to time.

  • The group laughed and joked in hushed tones for a bit, until one of the girls demanded that they take it seriously and try to make an attempt at encouraging the ghost to come forward and show itself for that Everyone knew that you needed to be out of the vehicle with all the lights off and remain perfectly quiet.

  • Grudgingly, Lance and the other shut off their phones, flashlights instantly overtaken by the pressing darkness.

  • The sound of the creek lazily bubbling along below them, complimented the sound of the woodland chorus all around them, and it was almost relaxing.

  • Or it would have been if Lance could just shake the feeling that something was wrong here.

  • Very wrong.

  • A faint memory tugged at his mind, some warning from way back in his childhood when he'd grown up on his grandfather's property, not too far from here, but it was so long ago Lance couldn't place it, and it nagged annoyingly at the back of his mind as he tried to concentrate on the sounds and sights of the dark woods around them.

  • Slowly, almost imperceptibly.

  • Something changed.

  • The group still exchanged a few nervous giggles and bits of conversation, but was making a serious effort at remaining quiet.

  • Perhaps that's why they didn't notice it.

  • At first the woodland course of crickets, birds, frogs, and other night critters around them had started to silence Slowly gradually the night noises began to dim and fade.

  • Lance was the first to notice it.

  • He was, after all, the most experienced hunter in the group.

  • While most kids growing up in Georgia today had fished.

  • Hunting was a dying sport, and few had spent any significant time out in the woods, fewer yet have been out deep enough and long enough to hone those special wood census as his grandfather used to call him, the subtle cues the forests and swamps provide to help guide hunters to prey or avoid danger.

  • Lance warned the group to be silent.

  • It was obvious to him now, if not to the others.

  • The crickets and the critters both up and down the creek from them had begun to grow silent.

  • The silence grew in intensity towards them from out of the darkness as if something was making the nightlife go quiet as it slowly but surely approached the group of teens.

  • Suddenly a chill ran up lands his spine.

  • The frogs had grown quiet to almost all at once.

  • For a few moments there was the occasional straggler letting out a week croak, but it too would fall silent.

  • Lance's grandfather had called the frogs.

  • Nature's alarm system.

  • They weren't bothered by mule deer or even big bucks.

  • The only went quiet when a predator was around Lance was about to whisper, a warning to the group, tell them to get back in the car when it happened, The soft low sound of what seemed like a crying infant and it was coming from the tree line slightly upstream with the creek, the group sat in sun silence, each teenager unwittingly holding their breath as if too afraid to make noise by breathing and cover up the soft sound of the crying baby.

  • It was true.

  • The legend of cry Baby bridge was true.

  • Maybe it was the fact that Lance's hunting experience made him more attuned to the woods than his friends.

  • Or maybe it was that flash of movement he thought he'd spotted earlier as the group poured out of the car.

  • Whatever the reason, Lance was the only one to hear it, The sound of movement in the water below them, like something quickly but stealthily moving up the creek and doing its best to avoid making big splashes that would give it away.

  • A warning was on his lips as he turned to look behind him and down over the edge of the bridge.

  • But just then one of Lance's friends fired up their phone's flashlight, aiming it directly at the sound of the crying child with the light revealed, stole the breath from Lance's lungs, sending an icy finger of terror deep down his spine and settling in his gut.

  • It also unlocked that annoying nagging memory that had been fighting to wriggle free ever since the group had parked out here.

  • Lance was eight when he'd taken up hunting with his grandpa and he'd fallen in love with it right from the start.

  • It wasn't so much the shooting and killing an animal that he loved, but rather the time spent deep in the woods alone or with his grandpa, the two bonding over their shared love of nature and the sweet relief of leaving civilization in all its cares and woes behind for a few days.

  • Taking a prized buck was nice, But even if he went a whole season without filling a tag, it was always time well spent out there on the vast acres of land his grandfather owned, but never ever stay out there past nightfall in the spring or fall, his grandfather had warned him lance could overnight during the summer or winter all he wanted and he often did, but if he wasn't back on his grandfather's porch by Dusk during spring or fall, he'd get his hide tanned.

  • The old man sternly threatened.

  • It had taken years for his grandfather to elaborate.

  • Finally telling him when he was 14 the reason for the warning boogers, he'd never elaborated past that single name, but he didn't need to.

  • Everyone knew the legend of the wood boogers from Georgia all the way east to texas and whenever hunters went missing in the woods during spring or fall, it was an unspoken acknowledgement.

  • The bookers got him and now Lance's friends light illuminated the face of a booger just two dozen feet up the creek bed from him.

  • It had a very man like face, but the proportions were all wrong.

  • The round black eyes were far too small for the absolutely massive face, and the nose was huge, but flattened, almost like it had run straight into a wall at 100 miles an hour thick.

  • Reddish hair covered the creature's entire face, though it thinned out around the nose and mouth, the creature was pursing its lips, mimicking the sounds of a crying baby, But upon being illuminated it immediately stopped, and then it took a step forward, breaking out of the tree cover entirely.

  • The massive creature stood well over nine ft tall, with massive, very muscled shoulders and arms that hung down almost to its knees, even though it was up the creek from them and still over two dozen feet away.

  • The shock of it, revealing itself in the full terrifying glory was enough to cause the teens to physically take a step back.

  • One of the girls screamed.

  • The rest of the group was too stunned to react.

  • Lance heard the sudden sound of movement below them as a giant hairy hand reached up in between the boards of the bridge and snatched one of the girls ankles.

  • He suddenly understood the booger in front of them had been mimicking the sound of an infant on purpose.

  • It was trying to distract them the brief blur of movement Lance had spotted as the teens exited the vehicle, had been a second booker and as he had suspected it had indeed been using the sound of the teens opening and slamming the door shut to mask its movement.

  • They had been hunted a trap slowly laid for the group and now sprung the booger below, yanked down violently, a firm grip on the girl's ankle.

  • She screamed in terror, her screams taking on an entirely different octave as she was dragged down onto the wooden flats of the bridge, her leg breaking from the violent poll of the creature below.

  • The group scrambled to try to pull her up, but to no avail.

  • The creature was far too strong and it wasn't letting go of its prize.

  • The space between the planks was just big enough for her leg to get dragged through, but nowhere near big enough for the rest of her to follow.

  • But that didn't stop.

  • The monster below.

  • It continued to pull and yank, until finally, with a horrible, sickening, wet plopping sound it toward the leg, clean off!

  • The booger screamed in rage at being denied its prize and left only with a drumstick.

  • The friend who had driven them out here backed off in terror, soaked in the girl's blood.

  • He dug furiously in his pockets for the keys to the car, muttering a stream of expletives and telling the group to leave her and get in the car.

  • They had to go.

  • It was too late for her.

  • She was bleeding out.

  • They had to go, but as he pulled the keys loose from his pocket, a rock the size of a softball smashed into his chest, sending him to the floor, choking and bloody coughs.

  • The keys flew from his hand from the violence of the impact and land stove for them as they tumbled across the wooden planks but inevitably fell through the gap between them and to the creek below.

  • The original booger, who had faked the sound of a crying infant, lifted up a second big rock and hefted it with frightening strength, sending it smashing into the side of the car.

  • A massive, rough hand from below reached up for Lance and he scrambled to pick himself up before it could grab him.

  • Dark dirt encrusted nails raked across his chest as he barely avoided the creature's grip, leaving bloody tears in his T shirt.

  • He jumped to his feet and quickly left away from the booker below.

  • Looking around and panic, they had to get out of here, but the keys were gone.

  • The car wasn't an option looking behind him at the way the car driven in, Lance saw the first booger crashing through the trees and stepping out onto the road.

  • It knew it was the fastest way to civilization and safety and it was purposefully blocking their path.

  • There was only one option.

  • They had to go deeper into the woods with the rallying cry.

  • Lance dragged his two surviving weeping friends forward, pushing them ahead and down the path leading deeper to the woods.

  • The girl whose leg had been torn off had either bled to death by now or was about to.

  • Either way.

  • There was no way to save her.

  • The friend that had driven them here lay flat on his back on the bridge.

  • Clearly, in a painful days.

  • As he struggled to breathe, his mouth erupted in bloody frothy bubbles, the booker through the rock so hard it must have smashed his lungs up badly.

  • There's no saving him either, but maybe they could save themselves.

  • Lance never ran so hard in his life, and within moments the bridge in the car were lost in the twists and bends of the road behind them.

  • He had no idea what was out here.

  • He never once driven this far out and didn't know anyone who did.

  • Typically adventurous teens came out to cry Baby Bridge and promptly turned around.

  • But if there was a road here, then it led somewhere.

  • It happened almost in an instant the booger moving with such astonishing speed that the surviving girl didn't even have time to scream.

  • She was running next to Lance.

  • One moment, and then next a massive black figure came crashing out of the woods, wrapped her up in its arms, and with two steps was once more back in the cover of the woods.

  • Lance didn't stop running.

  • She was gone.

  • He didn't know if she ever screamed or not once.

  • The booger had her back in the wood line, the blood pumping in his ears, drowning out almost all other noise.

  • Keep running!

  • He shouted at his friends over burning lungs, sheer terror, pouring fresh adrenaline into their circulatory systems.

  • Both boys ran harder and faster than they'd ever run before, likely making and breaking New County track records in the process, but they couldn't outrun the terrible power of a booger.

  • With a sickening filming sound, another baseball sized rocks smashed into the back of Lance's friends head.

  • The boy tumbled over, cartwheeling from his own momentum, serpentine Lance's brain screamed at him dodge and duck, so the next rock won't get you, but it would only slow down.

  • And even through the pounding of the blood in his ears and his own gasping for breath, Lance could hear it, the distinctive sound of a bipedal creature running behind him.

  • Each step thudded dully, growing in volume.

  • As the booker neared, he could actually feel the massive size of the creature as it drew nearer.

  • The vibrations of its thunderous footsteps growing in intensity.

  • Luckily Lance was in excellent shape.

  • He played on practically every team his school had after all, and had always excelled at athletics.

  • The choice to get into sports instead of spending every afternoon plopped down in front of the Xbox was paying off now and he could hear the booger behind him grunting and obvious frustration, that lance wasn't slowing down yet.

  • Then Lance spotted a light in the distance, two of them, a distinctive bobbing and weaving that were obviously two headlights coming down the road, the truck or car bouncing and the uneven gravel.

  • This was it safety.

  • If he could get to the car, he could jump in until the driver to floor it.

  • The booker behind him also saw the headlights rapidly approaching down the gravel road.

  • It suddenly stopped its pursuit, letting out a titanic scream of frustration.

  • The sound of it was like a locomotive going off right next to Lance his ear and the impact of the enraged scream hit him from behind like a physical force.

  • Lance let it propel him along, adding a fresh burst of speed, and he heard the angry boogers stop back into the woods, destroying small trees and branches along the way.

  • He almost laughed in relief, but didn't dare slow down.

  • The approaching vehicle lights grew larger and brighter, and what was obviously an old pickup truck picked its way down the road toward him.

  • He was glad it was a pickup truck that probably meant it was a local landowner and few people living in this deeper woods in Georgia went anywhere without a rifle or a shotgun in the guns rack.

  • The truck was just 100 m away.

  • Now he was sure he could hear the soft twanging of country music on the radio over the sound of the engine and then Lance ran straight into a solid wall of black fur.

  • He'd seen the boogers take his friend mid run.

  • He'd seen how fast they can move.

  • He'd outrun one behind him, but he never bothered to look at the trees to his left or right.

  • With just two steps, the nearly 10 ft burger was out of the tree cover and already in the middle of the road, wrapping its massive arms around Lance as it engulfed him in an unbreakable bear hug.

  • Then, with barely any more effort than one would lift the shopping bag, the booger picked him up and in another two steps had him back in the cover of the tree line, Lance fought through the terrible odor of video and sewage that permeated the creatures.

  • For no, it wasn't, for it was hair Desperately trying to draw a breath off to his right.

  • He could see the woods light up from the passing trucks, headlights, the vehicle and safety no more than 15 ft away.

  • It had been country music on the radio.

  • He hadn't imagined it after all.

landside the woods, outside the moving car nervously.

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    林宜悉 posted on 2021/11/21
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