This takes place in the year 2005 in Sacramento. Me and a buddy of mine use to go searching for places that are reportedly haunted. We were looking for a location in Fair Oaks but we couldn’t find it. That’s when we stumbled upon a path way that lead to a pedestrian bridge. My buddy claimed he’s heard of this bridge and how people go there at night to fish. We weren’t too familiar to the area so we approached with caution. In a distance we saw a figure standing on the bridge, it could be anyone and anything. We had a dead flashlight and some pocket knives on us, didn’t want to risk it, so we left for that night.
We planned to go the next night, this time prepared. From my recollection, my heater hoses started leaking (B18C1 GSR heater hoses have a unique design btw) and I needed to fix it ASAP. With that being said, my buddy decided to go check it out by himself so he knows the surroundings the next time we decide to go. He went with a flashlight, a big ass knife and a hand gun for protection. As he approached the path, he realized that there’s lamp posts there, but they weren’t working the night we both went. On that night only one was working and it was the last lamp post before entering the bridge. The light was very dim. He stood at the entrance to the bridge and managed to see a “lady” in a distance on the bridge, probably 15 yards from him. He didn’t wanna frighten her so he tried to communicate to her but she wasn’t responding. It’s pitch black on the bridge, so he turned on his flash light. He kept his flash light low and slowly raised up the light, he managed to make out a pair of legs but that’s when he realized he could see through them…
My buddy told me that he never ran that fast in his life and maybe he should join the olympics. He never got to see her face, he ran like the wind. Wouldn’t you!? After he told me this story we started looking up ghost stories and urban legends in the area. We happened to find one about a lady who haunts one of the near by beaches along the river, but not on the bridge… was it her or something else?
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Chills down my spin! I’ll never forget my first ghost encounter, the way the air gets colder, the hairs on arms stood straight up and for a moment it felt like time stopped completely. One second felt like 1 hour. 😨