Morbid - Spooky American Roads Volume 2

Episode Date: December 28, 2019

Tonight in our second installment of our Spooky Roads of America series, we cover Dyer Lane in CA, Dudley Road in MA, Third Bridge in CO, Denton Road in MI, Piney Fork Tunnel in PA and Gold Brook Bridge in VT with special personal stories from you, our listeners! Visit our sponsors! Episode Supported by Ned! www.helloned.com/MORBID Use Code “MORBID” for 15% off your order Embr Listeners get $50 off for the holidays if they go to embrwave.com/morbid  See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

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We should maybe I'll put a spooky road song in this episode. Maybe we could just play old town road. I Don't think we can afford that. Yeah, we definitely can't but I'd love to I'm fairly sick. I'm not even allowed to say like old town road sure you are. Oh, okay. That's good. I just can't play that shit Also, I don't want that. Yeah, I bet a lot of people don't want that except for me because I'm trash But I appreciate it. I believe right. Hey, I believe right. Hello, Noss. What's going on? OK.

So yeah. Fine. You talk. I'm just going to talk right out of you. So yeah, I just wanted to, you know, this is our spooky road series. And this is brought to you by you guys, basically, with all of our episodes.

So we help with these ones. The listener episodes are like totally you guys. Are you for you from you? These are like from you. Yeah. Yeah. Futureing you. Because what we do is we pick some roads that we like. We research the legends of them. We research some of the stories about them. And then we asked you guys to send your, you know, your special stories that you have personally had happen at these roads and you have done it in spades and it's been great. So thank you and keep them coming.

I'd like to apologize for my fuck up because I didn't realize that we were supposed to only pick emails that told stories. So I picked some that were just like, hey girls do this road. And by some I mean all of them. Mine have stories though, so you know we'll get this right next time. It's because Alina is better than me. I am not, I am not. But this is just I came up with this series. Yeah, that's for idea. This is a I texted her last night and I was like this is the biggest idea. This is the series is my brain child so maybe that's why I was I got like the the whole like vibe. You got it right. I got it right and I got it brain

wrong. I should have explained it better. I've never had a brainchild. I've never birthed a brainchild. Why is that so funny? This podcast is all your brainchild. I'm just fucking here. I'm the Lamas coach for this fucking brainchild of a podcast. Wow. I'm the lady in baby mama who's like, who's going to give their baby drugs and get them out of the thing, you know? And I'm like, ooo, ooo, yes. That works. Oh my god.

Here we are. Here we are. All right, well before I say anything else, let me talk to you about our fucking shows. If you want to come see us be a mess live. We got to chill our shows to you guys. If you want to see us be a mess live. We gotta chill our shows to you guys. If you wanna watch Elena have a brain child on stage, that I'm totally fucking kidding, that's gross.

Don't fucking come for that. It's totally come for that. That's wrong. So. Okay, so our first show is already sold out, so you can't come. Just kidding. Our first show is sold out.

We're gonna be at the Grammar Sea Theater in New York, Soda Baby, Manhattan. And I can't wait. So we can't wait to see you there. It's gonna be awesome. Then our next show after that is a Nashville baby, Nashville. Our first show in Nashville, so sold out. I can't talk today, so just don't edit any of that out. Yeah, so let me be who I am. Let me be. Let me live. The first one sold out, so we did add another show that's very me be who I am. Let me be. Let me live. The first one sold out. So we did add another show that's very same night. I believe light night. I believe there's still tickets for that. So click the link tree in our bio on Instagram if you want to buy tickets. Do it. And then after

that, we're going to be in Philadelphia and in DC. And I think that's it for now. Yeah, for now that's all we got, but we're really excited. So go buy tickets so we can add more cities. Because if we sell out these shows, they think we're cool and they're like, want to play another place and we're like, yeah, but I keep saying that we're playing the places, but really I have no musical talent. Sure you do.

Well, you can start because I've talked a lot. All right, so come to our shows. Go buy those tickets. It'll be awesome. Watch out. Oh, and you know what? Baby on stage. Patreons.

Be looking out this weekend because we're going to drop a little video. Just update you guys on the haps. So keep an eye out on the Patreon page and you will get a notification when the video drops. We just want to update you. And now without further ado, on to spooky ass road. Elena's birth child. My name is Brian Child. My first child. So the first road that I chose is dire road in Roosevelt, California.

California. This road was brought to my attention by Jason Koch. So thank you Jason. Thanks Jason. I'm going to start out with my own research and then I'm going to read some of Jason's email because he kind of gives me a little bit of deets and I just want to shout him out because thanks Jason. Cool cool cool. So the first legend of this road, dire road in Roseville, California, is the cursed witches of

dire lane, the cursed witches. Because I've been calling it dire road, it's called dire lane. Quick update, dire lane, don't get it confused with dire road, not the same place. It is dire lane, my apologies. I am a little discombobulated once again because my 10 year old puggle has decided that once again she needed an emergency trip to the vet at the last minute on a Friday night. Boba baby. Boba baby. She's okay. She just had like a big swollen thing in her eye. It turned out to be a swollen gland. So now it's popped out of her damn eye. So now she's going to need day surgery, but you know what? She's a trooper, and at least it was just that. And she's loving her best life. She is. So

we're going to snuggle her later, but yeah, I was a little discombobulated, so I'm sorry, it's a dire lane. So we're going to talk about the legend of the cursed witches of dire lane. According to legend, between 1932 and 1934, there was a badass covenant of witches that used to hang around the woods in a secluded field surrounding Diarwayne. Fuck yeah. Go witches. You mean our ancestors? Our ancestors. They would do awesome stuff like call the Corners and chat with the moon.

I mean I'm just kidding about that. I don't know what they did exactly, but they're thought to have just been wicked women, loving on nature and doing awesome witch stuff. Hell yeah, you know. I just bought a witchcraft book, so this is fitting. I literally have like three books of spells in my bookshelf. Yeah. From when I, in my first one that I have is from when I was in like seventh grade. You gave me my first book of shadows when I was in third grade. Look at that. Look at that.

Look at that. Now apparently a group of young men followed them and had been watching them do their thing. I don't love that. No you're not going to love that. One night the young assholes decided that they were entitled to just grab two of the women from their gathering and kidnapped them. No, no, no, no. Yep.

Trigger warning. We're going to talk about rape. Oh. They dragged them into the woods, restrained them, assaulted them, and raped them in the woods. Oh my god. The rest of the women ran off to escape. In the two women that were assaulted,

screamed curses at the asshole boys, and told them that they were going to be held accountable by the spirits, but also by the actual police, because they were going to be held accountable by the spirits, but also by the actual police, because they were like, we're going to the police after this, you fuckers. Yeah, go fuck yourselves. Yeah. Feeling like they were going to be held accountable and responsible for their horrific things that they chose to do, one of the asshole strangled one of the women. To death? Yep. While this was happening, the other woman got away and began to run through the woods. The other one of the other guys grabbed a huge rock and hurled it at her head

before she could get too far and she fell over dead from a cracked skull. Oh my god. The boys just left them there and pieced out. And all they were doing is fucking like like praising nature. Yeah, just loving on the moon and the ground and the earth, you know. Don't worry though, these curses weren't bullshit. All the assholes died weird and unique, from like weird and unique circumstances and they died young. Three weeks after the rapes and murders, one of them was hit by a truck. Good.

And another one was later, like four months later, attacked and stabbed to death on the streets of Los Angeles. Good. Another one was later, like four months later, attacked and stabbed to death on the streets of Los Angeles. Good. Another one drowned in the sacrament or river while swimming. Good. And the last one was killed while skiing. He hit a tree and was killed on impact. Even gooder. Even gooder. Legend says if you run across these witches because they're still, their spirits are still hanging around the road, yes. They will curse you to die in a tragic manner. But honestly, it's probably just mans who need to worry about that. I imagine. I'm a fellow witch.

Because I feel like they're not hating on their fellow ladies. I don't know. That's just me, that's just my feeling about these witches. Overkindred spirits, so you have the correction. Exactly, and it was, I mean, men, this is not like against you, but it was, it was a group of mans who took them out. So they're not going to have revenge. So that's the cursed witches of Diarline.

Cursed. Now, the cursed... I like cursed. I like cursed. Yeah, it could be there. Cursed. Diarline has a lot of legends, so the next legend is the ghostly police car. Ooh.

Another legend, apparently, it is said that in 1954, a police officer was on a high-speed car chase down Diarlean. During the chase, the officer got the suspect cornered in his vehicle, but unfortunately he ended up stepping out of the car and shooting the officer and killing him in the street. That's awful. That suspect was never found. A lot of people say that these were probably members of the KKK, which had ties to the area. Ooh. And now people say that if you drive down the road late at night, sometimes you will be tailed by a police officer. You will see the flashing lights,

he'll pull you over when you stop the car. He's gone. No one's there. He's totally wrong. Fuck that. Yeah, fuck that. And what a shitty afterlife to constantly just be pulling cars over. Yeah. Like you keep having to do your job for eternity. Oh, fuck that. Like, fuck. Also, side note, I don't know if I've said this on the podcast before, but if you're like by yourself on a creepy road, you don't have to pull over. Actually, yeah, you don't. You never have to pull over. No. You can just drive to your nearest police station if you feel uncomfortable. Yeah, that's a really good thing to make sure everybody knows of. If you do not know, if you don't feel comfortable with a cop that's pulling you over, you have

every right to drive to the nearest police station to make sure that that's a police officer. Yeah, you feel like it's like not actually a cop or like you're by yourself and you're freaked out. There's absolutely nothing wrong with that. And that's in my father always told me that I was gonna say your father, my father, always taught us. My father, always told us. Yeah, because you know sometimes there are none to cover cars and you don't know. Yeah, I don't fuck out of pulling over for any undercover fucking car.

How many cases have there been of people impersonating police officers so like fuck that? Here's a fun fact of the one time that I got a ticket going really fast on the highway. I knew that I was going really fast and there was a cop behind me and I pulled over before he even put his sirens on. That's really funny. And he was like, why did you pull over? And I was like, oh, I don't know.

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was said to regularly meet in the secluded fields around Dyer Road. In 1954, it said that they kidnapped a black man who everywhere I read, he was referred to as Tyrone from Sacramento. They brought Tyrone into the field surrounding Diarrhoed where the KKK often met. They did all manner of horrible things to this poor human being, and then they lynched him from one of the large oak trees.

Oh, I hate that so much. Now this guy was literally just picked off the street and lynched. That's, it's, which is so horrific. I thought that ever happened. Yeah, when you go into that, like history and start really likeched. That's it's which is so horrific. I thought that ever happened. Yeah, when you like go into that like history and start really like digging in there, it's her make you oh it's just it's horrible. Now it's said that if you drive down Dyer Lane at night, you may see figures in white hood standing in a circle in the field which full bod chill shit my pants shit shit my pants like that is terrifying or You could see Tyrone hanging from the tree which

I just like it everything in me just rejected that notion like everything was like nope don't want that Don't want to see that anything hanging man Hanging is like not okay too much for me. So that's the KKK connection. The next one is the ghostly farmer on his tractor. Okay. This one, I don't want to say this one's funny. It's not funny. This ghost is hilarious. It's got a like a little bit of like dude you Curls always laugh at the right. I know someone's getting and you know what I'll make it easier There's no historical record of this happening. So maybe this is just a legend. I can laugh at it

I knew I disrespect false so this one I saw a ton of first-hand accounts for okay It's apparently a farmer named John Wilkins which it's really funny that they're always named John Like sometimes I wonder if John is farmers. Yeah, like well no like old-timey ghosts are like It's just old John out in the field I never noticed that sometimes I wonder if John is the ghost of something old-timey and strange John's kind of old-timey and I kind of I kind of hope he is yeah, that'd be rare What if I was like John's kind of old time me and I can't I can't hope he is yeah, that'd be right What if I was like John's kind of old time me in strange be kind of it I love him. He's old time me no John is like an old-fashioned gentleman

He is I could see him being an old time ago. He's an old soul. Yeah, you know what guys? I'm married to an old time ago, so I'm cool of it. Hi John. Hi John. I love you In 1946 legend says that farmer John Wilkins was, you know, doing his farm and thing, just farming. And he came across the witches. No, oh my God, full fucking circle. Look at all this just connecting and overlap. It's like the Avengers of the supernatural. It's just all coming together. They're all gonna fight the good fight together. I've never seen the Avengers. I don't even know if that's an accurate like thing that I just said but like I feel like the Avengers is a bunch of superheroes altogether. Well you got me convinced. So this one is like a bunch of

supernatural shit altogether on the road. I like it. Works in my head guys. Um so these ladies, the witches, were being all seductive. Oh come in Mr, Mr. Traktor. And they were all looorin' him. And as he's awgling them, like, come on, John. Don't be awgling about you, Titty. The tractor. The tractor. It's moving. And he ran himself over.

It ran over. Johnny. He was crushed as fuck. He was crushed as fuck. So people will see him on, I mean, that's a funny way to die. Oh, it's not historical because he was Uglins and titties. He's Ogglin's. Uglins, some ghost witch titties. That's a funny way to do that. You can't be out here, Uglins, ghost titties. That's wrong on a lot of different levels.

That is not funny. Like, you were like here is John who died Well getting run over by his tractor because he was too busy Augiling some ghost witch titties. I Mean I don't know anyone that would what a way to go. I mean it's great. It's like yeah Do what you do live your best life John and also again. This is an urban legend everybody You know I already can I can hear the emails being written at this very moment. This is an urban legend. I shut this off. I was horrified. It was horrified. How dare you?

Or John Wilkins. I'm sure John's fine. Johnny boy. So he died holding titties. He's fine. He died with a handful of titties. It's all good. May he rest in sweet titty peace. But he all good. May he rest in sweet titty peace. But he's not. He's our rest in titty peace. People will see him on his tractor in the fields and when they watch him working he just disappears Or a few have said that they will almost be cut off by his tractor Litter is beating out into the roadway. Oh, and then when they look back. It's like Christine the tractor

Yeah, like they'll start and they'll like you. It's like Christine, the tractor. Yeah, like they'll start, and they'll like, swerve around him, like, what the fuck, dude? And then they'll look behind him. And they'll be nobody. And no one can figure how he disappears so fast. But it's probably just John being reckless. Damn.

John is reckless. Don't be reckless, John. He's so reckless. But you know what, like, do you, John? Do you? What John will do for a good to you all for so many tiny jokes So that's the story of John will do for a good chesticle a good chest Sorry, oh man. So the next one is the dire lane side satanic cults. Oh, casual So of course there's a site satanic cult because no spooky place would be a true spooky place without satanic cults. Oh, casual. So of course there's a site satanic cult because no spooky place would be a true spooky place without satanic cults roaming about. I'm sorry you don't make the criteria of spooky places unless you've had a satanic cult. Correct, go ahead. You got to.

So in 1967 a satanic cult called the satanic order of Amduceus. I really wanted you to say a satanic cult called, a satanic cult. Satanic cult, ink. No, this is the satanic order of Amducius. They hung out on those gosh darn fields around Diarlane where all this shit is happening. Their whole deal was they wore red hooded outfits with an A on the back for Amducius.

Don't say that word too many times please. I know, I'm sorry. And they worshipped and attempted to summon the demon by the same name. Did they sacrifice? Well they weren't getting him to show and it started to be a bummer so they figured that human sacrifice would probably do the trick. The tanaculture fine until sacrifice is announced. Well, and they were like, huh, where are we going to get a nice human sacrifice with such short notice?

I don't know, it's tough. Especially probably, you know, at such a late hour as I imagine they were looking for one. I've been told. Yeah. So they were like, let's just take one of our fellow cult members, sister Lynn, and use her. Oh. Yeah, that's no good. So they kidnapped her, they took her back to the fucking field. They did their whole thing, chanting, worshipping. I mean, I'm sure Latin was likely spoken.

And then the leader stabbed Lynn in the chest. Oh, Liz. Suddenly, it started thundering the trees bent into the circle that they were standing in. People said there were fucking trumpets because apparently this demon is jazzy as fuck. I'm picturing like the New Orleans acts, man. Yeah, I am too, and I don't want to because it's sound serious but like... What a serious! Sounds pretty jazzy too.

Apparently they summoned him. Okay. Shit went awry for them after this so it was a really bad idea. What happened? What happened? A lot of them died weirdly. Like one was just found dead on a park bench with this throat slit. Oh.

Yeah. So people say that they will hear chanting out there. Oh. And if you follow it or stick around too long, you'll get scratched by some three-cloth demon. Oh. Yeah. So if you hear chanting, get the fuck out of it. They get into a high gear and don't pull over for the police on the side.

Don't try to listen for it. Don't try to be like, hmm, what's that chanting? It sounds like it's probably a casual. It sounds so jolly. No, just get the fuck out of there when you're chanting. Chanting is never casual. It's never casual, you know what I mean? Nobody casually chants. Never.

No, the last, is it the last one? Yes, the last legend for Diarlane is the Diarlane hitchhiker. Oh, again, not a spooky road unless there's a motherfucking hitchhiker. You've got to have a hitchhiker. It's the rules. I don't make them. So This is about Ed Beacon from Oregon. Ed was a Hitchhiker in 1969. He was hippie-living, free love, all that. Oh my god I would have married him, right? You would be like, Ed. I love hippie-living. I'm hippie-living. I am not. So he hitchhiked to Dyer Lane and decided this creepy-ass stretch of road was a good place to camp out for the evening. It is.

Hippy-Liven. Hippy-Liven. So that night people heard this dude screaming his ass off. That's not very hippie-o-kos. So they go out there because... Smart. Correct. And when they find Ed, he's convulsing, rocking back and forth and just yelling, the chanting!

The chanting! And everyone around him heard absolutely no chanting. sing rocking back and forth and just yelling the chanting the chanting oh and everyone around him heard absolutely no chanting so they were like okay buy it you got got it they're like buy it next morning and is found dead in the street on dire lane oh Eddie chanting sweetie so now people see Ed hitching a ride probably trying to get the fuck away from this place um he'll have a sack over a shoulder, he sticks his thumb out for a ride. People claim they've actually given him a ride and they drove him like 15 miles. And then suddenly he vanished. Wow.

Now, the last thing that I found was that somebody was trying to make a movie about Dyer Lane. And there was actually an Indiegogo account created to like raise money for the project. Really? It only raised like $450 out of $500,000. So it wasn't killing it. But I would love to see a horror movie about Dyer Lane

because this place sounds badass. And before I move on to my next road, I'm just going to read you part of the email that Jason who brought this road to my attention route. He titled it, Demons, Hippies, and Tractors, fucked up Rhodes, California. Yes. So he says greetings and salutations, weirdos. I originally sent this email, I think, a week back, while my tired ass made it sound hella incoherensive and not at all throwing. So I thought I'd give it a second go with some actual research done. Let's say three cheers to my lazy ass. Cheers, cheers, cheers. First off I want to say

hey LOL, Elena, I hope the little one is doing well, same with Jon and the twins. Ash, I hope you're trashier than Oscar the Grouch and kick Aessier than Jon Cena re-rescuing a pile of blind kids. I think they AM! You are. Thanks. Anyways, I fucking finally am catching up and now on the pilot episode of Spookalicious Roads. Definitely, uh, luckily I won't keep jabbering on about how much you're the bees knees and get to the point. Diarlyan on Roseville, California, it's surely an infamous road up here in North-Northearned California.

It's definitely haunted and spooky, so it definitely qualifies. Let's see. He said, what definitely happened here, so he gave three things that actually happened recently, like somewhat recently there. In 2017, a 28 year old Roseville woman was found wrapped in an inflatable mattress on the road. Oh, I don't like that. 1995, a man was shot execution style. By some dude, he was smoking the sweet, he's sweet Chiba with. That wasn't sweet Chiba. 30 years ago, there was a gang fight on the lane where one teen was stabbed to death. Oh, no. So it's not like a happy place. Bummer of a road. And I'd take an alternate route. He said, it's like I always say, quote, we a fucked up state.

Now he says, I only visited the lane once and by all accounts, mother fucking spook spook. It was midnight, which didn't help. I was 15 and dumb as what rocks. And with my little quartet of hell razors. Randy, caught and see if you recognize these names. Randy Cotton, Casey, and Sydney. Oh my god. Shut the fuck up. And he said at the end, by the way, I changed their names. What a way to change their names, though. I'm crying. I'm

surprised no one felt inclined to enact a slasher flick with how cliche we were being. Randy, the leader, aka only one of the license, drove us there. This idea was all cotton. He told us that a week prior when visiting, he and one of the license, drove us there. This idea was all cotton. He told us that a week prior when visiting, he and his brother, Billy, were dropping down the road. When the car came up dead for no reason, he lived in the area, so this was always fun, yet very stupid teenage thing to do. Cotton's plan was to park and explore the area. I'm quote-unquote sensitive, and I was getting plenty of bad juju vibes just being there. My abilities weren't attuned so I didn't see anything per se, but definitely felt the really bad aura.

I was acting like Jeff Goldblum in Jurassic Park saying, guys, we gotta go, go now. And then T-Rex, no, but that would be awesome as fuck. Thank God we were posties and just stayed in the car. The car mind you was parked in the middle of the lane on a goddamn deserted ass foggy road. To get me to shut up, Brandia bludged, and how does continue on our way. Well, that was that.

Hopefully, this will make the car on a future episode. Enjoy the holidays, ladies, and remember to keep it weird, but not so weird that you're empathic and just get bad judo vibes and push out at the last minute before Friday and 13th can be reenacted I'm off to watch grandma's for Christus Christmas all together in ukeeness jason. Oh my god. I love it I love jason. Thank you so much Jason. That was amazing. Yeah, that was dire road guys crazy crazy bananas I don't really want to follow that up

But I will you gotta okay here. I'm going so Bridget sent us an email and again I picked ones that were just suggestions which is totally fine. I didn't mess up. Totally fine. Bridget says, hi, Southeast mission Mishagandr here. Mishagandr? Yeah. On a high school weekend in Fall this was the place to go. Just driving down Denton Road at night was enough to scare you. Every time I drive Dun Dunn, now as an adult, I still get the shivers. Here's an article on it, and then they sent me an article. Thank you. Good job. Alright, so what I found on Dun Dunn Road, first of all, thank you to Bridget for emailing us about Dun Dunn Road, and apparently there's two Dun Dunn roads in Michigan, but I'm going to focus on just Dun Dunn Road, not Old Dun Dunn Road. For any excuse me.

Michigan Ders, that, no. Michigan der's. All the different Denton Roads. They are both haunted as fucks, and maybe I'll go into Old Denton Road at a later date. Hey, I like that. OK, so the first legend of Denton Road

is that of the blue lady. Oh, the blue lady. Yeah. She sounds icy. I bet she is. Actually, she probably is, because she's dead. She's also. There's a lot of different versions

but the gist of the story is that in the 19th century a farmer always a farmer a name was done. Jinx um finds out that his wife is being unfaithful. Oh, and so he does what any sane person would do and chases after her with an axe. I feel like that's an overreaction. No, it's not at all. It's a bit of an overreaction. So apparently she's holding their baby. Oh, that's a real big overreaction.

Yeah, it's not good. As she's running from him, and no one really knows what happened to the baby after the husband chased her all the way to the Denton Road bridge where he ends up killing her. Woff. So nobody knows what happened to the baby.

Why is that fucking baby? Well, I don't know. I'm gonna need to know. Well, I don't know. God damn gonna need to know. Oh, I don't know. God damn it. Now, over 150 years later, people still see the ghost of this woman and creepily enough, glowing lights that some say could be from the lantern she was carrying to light her way. Hate that. But most people say they see a blue glowing light coming from her, like not a lantern light. Whoa. Whoa.

Yeah. If you choose to drive your car down, then road at night, you might find more than just the blue woman. Oh. It said that there could be glowing warbs floating around that area. Your car windows might fog up.

And worst of all, I'll end up covered in the footprints of an infant. I know. The footprints of an infant. I got a lot of questions. First of all who's holding the infant to walk on your car? Why is this infant walking? I don't know. Two who is this infant? Probably the ghost baby. Three. Why is he all up on my car? I don't know. Why is it? Did you just picture an infant walking on top of a car? Because I did.

I picture like the infant from Inudero. Oh, it's very walking all over your car. It's very unsettling. It's not okay. I'm not laughing at that. I don't love that at all. Oh. And you might hear a crying ghost baby. Oh, I hate that shit.

Yeah, I'm here for the record to say that that's the most terrifying sound you'll ever hear in your life. I don't want any crying babies or any infant footprints on my car. No. People say they've driven down the bridge and their car will accelerate without explanation. What? That dark figures or lights will come out from the river and chase you down the fucking road. So that's fun. So I'm sure some of these things are supernatural, but at least once or twice the spook has been debunked.

Oh, I hate that, I know. In the 60s some jerkhole would drive up and down the bridge with lanterns like attached to a fishing bull, and to make it seem like they're really worth flying warbs like flying around. Kind of funny. I actually kind of love that. Local college fraternities would use the bridge as like a hazing tool. Oh, you can always count on Frat Boys. Yep, we've been talking a lot about Frat Boys lately. But it's all in good fun. Of course it is.

Just like this little thing that they used to do, where they would send pledges out to the area to find a lantern hidden in the land surrounding the bridge to help them find their way back all the way to the college. You know what, as far as hazing rituals for pledges go, that's a pretty, that's kind of fun. Except apparently one night they hit a lantern and it got knocked over and burned down a farm.

You know, but that's just apparently I didn't find any actual evidence of that. I mean, if that's her say. That's a big bummer. Huge bummer. Huge bummer. Hopefully nobody was inside the farm. But yeah, I hope no one was inside the farm. Even if no one was inside the farm, that's a big bummer. Yeah. If that's real, that's like someone's livelihood.

Yeah, don't forget. Well, you know, let's hope that didn't happen. And let's just hope it's just a fun thing they do for pledges and no one knocked over at lantern. Yeah. Also, some people attribute the light scene on Denton Road to UFOs. I love that. So the story I came across on Michigan's other side.com gives that theory some background. A woman in the 1960s said that she saw three white lights glowing in the sky above her coming straight toward her car. Like, damn. So when the lights were directly over her car, her car engine completely stopped and everyone inside started like losing their shit

Oh, damn Thankfully so Thankfully the car just started back up and they fucking nope to fuck out of there And they probably never traveled down Dunton Road again. Yeah, fuck that. That's just speculation But I bet they didn't the author who wrote the piece in Michigan's other side.com also says they once heard if you shine your headlights toward the sky, a cross will appear in the sky or a casual ball of fire. That sounds terrifying, but what's really terrifying

is that people can point their headlights towards the sky. Can you do that? How the fuck do you do that? I don't know. The whole time I was reading it, I was like, was this like an old feature in old comics? Because like the rest of that sound spooky as fuck, but I'm like, but I really want to know how people are pointing their headlights towards the sky. Because to me, any car I've ever had the point of lights point forwards. I mean, I used to have a 2001

Saturn. So like that was what I thought was an old car and you could not move the headlights. I don't think you could ever move that. Oh, I mean maybe way back. I don't know. Well, it's that if you pointed your headlights toward the sea, toward the ceiling, toward the sky. Maybe it'd like drive up on a rock. Oh, yeah. There you go. You point them at the sky. Yeah. There you go. Okay. We'll go with it. So it didn't road these days is just nicely paved and surrounded by really nice homes. Oh, nice. So if you do want to head out there to investigate, go right ahead, but just keep in mind

that you should be all more respectful because it's a little more populated these days. Yeah, they go. Of course, that was a good one. Yeah, I was all right. I like that. It was a great suggestion. I just, you do such better research

than I do. I try so hard. You did really good. It took me all day. You did a good job. I have the worst ADD of all time. You're killing it. Thank you. So my next road is Dud I have the worst ADD of all time. You're killing it. Thank you

So my next road is Dudley Road in Bill Rekha, Massachusetts. Oh my god. Do we have family in Bill Rekha? Sure we do. And also Dudley reminds me of Harry Potter, so I bet I'm gonna love this. Love that. So this one was sent to us by two people Maddie M and also Alicia Sawyer to us by two people, Maddie, M, and also Alicia Sawyer. Wash him. Now I'm going to read, like I did before, I'm going to read my research first and I'll read her little tale. I have Alicia's tale here.

So Dudley Rhodes, Bullshit, all kind of revolved around a nunnery. Oh, I don't like that. And it's because I will have a nun every time we do this because I had a nun last time. But I don't want you to. I mean, it just happens. I don't seek out nuns. Don't do it next time. Because next time I feel like it's on purpose.

Yeah, I won't try to. Okay. So this takes place in the early 19th century, a bunch of nuns from the daughters of St. Paul Convent were doing some nasty deeds. What were they doing? They were practicing witchcraft. The nuns were?

Yeah. Like they were going against everything, and they were going to be in, you know, Wiggins of course. So, of course, it being the early part of the 19th century, these women were immediately casted as witches, even though who knows if they were even really witches. Right. You know, maybe there were just, I don't know. There was just having some fun. There was having a moment.

So they were immediately casted as witches and without a trial sentence to hang. Oh no. Because they're really part of the 19th century. Hate it. Hate that. The scary part is that when they discovered that they were sentenced to hang, they all ran screaming across the field near Dudley Road, but they were caught and hanged immediately in that same field. Oh Jesus. Spooky. Hate that. Now this is the spooky shit. The legend says that the nuns were found initially to be pr- so the way that they were found to be practicing witchcraft was that they were doing it in an abandoned house in the fields.

That house still exists today. Ooh. But since they were all hanged, it is slowly sinking into the fucking earth. No. Right now, it is sunken into the earth up to the second story windows. Stop. It is sinking into the fucking earth.

One more time for the people in the back. Sinking into the earth, guys. I'm not okay. This house, and I saw pictures. I will post pictures. Post pictures. It is sunken into the earth. That's so fucked. Mother fucking earth. I'm not okay this house and I saw pictures. I will post pictures post pictures I'm just sunken into the earth that's so fucked mother fucking earth. I'm scared something's weird there Yeah, something's off now people say they hear voices near that house and that strange smells coming from it at night

So baby, it's just a bunch of ghosts from like nuns like farting or pellian I don't know as your kids would say some ghost nuns tooting in in the house. Wow, but yeah, gashous explosions. Yeah, she's explosions. The bog of eternal stench is Story for it. No, no, labyrinth. Oh, you just you hurt my heart. What's that? It's labrath. Okay, my favorite movie of all time That was good though. You guys are. My one I didn't have a childhood to this small new to me. You hurt my heart with that one. Yes, the bog of eternal sin. Blabberth, best movie ever.

David Bowie, cod piece. You are good at it. So another story revolved around a nun from that convent who got hit on Dudley Road and was thrown against a tree. Another nun? Where she died. Yes, another nun. This is all nuns.

Wow. People say they see her lurking around the tree where her body was tossed at and broken, and she walks down the street and asks for directions back to the convent. Oh. So just like give her directions if she stops your ass. Or just keep driving.

Just give her direction. I just feel like, you know what, it's right up there. But by now. I keep driving. Just be nice. I wouldn't stop. like, you know what, it's right up there. But by now. I'd keep driving. Just be nice, you know. I wouldn't stop. She's just trying to get directions back home. I'm scared.

The third legend is scandalous. Ooh. It says a young nun had an affair with a priest. Ooh, baby. That's a phrase. Get it. Well, she was pregnant. I see what you're saying. She got pregnant. got pregnant this is real bad a pregnant

none is not something that's allowed and this is a big bummer she was so ashamed and scared that she hung herself from a nearby tree people see her hanging there still sometimes I hate all this like seeing ghostly apparitions hanging from trees so the last thing people see on the road is a guy dressed like a farmer, John, John the farmer, and it's like a farmer would be dressed long ago, and he stands in the shadows on the side of the road, and people say never stop if you see him. In fact, speed up and drive the fuck up out of there. Because why? I couldn't find any reason why you shouldn't stop, but my brain is powerful enough that I put the pieces together. What happens? In my brain is telling me that this farmer is a bad dude and if you stop he's probably gonna like run you over with

a tractor or make you whole a field. Or ugly your titties. And then run himself over with his own tractor. All of which are things you will want to get the fuck up out of there. You don't want to deal with all that. Don't let that happen. That's a lot. That's a lot for one person. So those are the legends. And I'm just going to read you Alicia's story here. It's entitled FAKIN HAWNTED ROAD MASSETUZES.

Okay. So Massachusetts offer, I love it. Hi, my name is Alicia and I'm from Lowell Massachusetts. Let me just say, hey Alicia, let me just say you guys make my work days more of it as hell and I love you both for it. But onto the FAAAKIN ROAD I'm writing about. I'm going to start with a little backstory of legends that I've heard. That way you have a better understanding of the horror that happened here Then she talked she actually gave me a little update on all the nuns all that fun things

and She said that that house is apparently sinking due to a curse a lot of people think She said now that you know the backstory. Here's a listeners tale to go with it In high school, I was obsessed with ghost hunting, same. So I visited Dudley Road with my brother and some friends. In fact, my brother is the one that introduced me to the road. We went late at night on Halloween. Oh, yes, bro.

Poor decision, I know. And then she did like a whatever face. No, best, best decision. After slowly driving down it, we all decided to park, roll down the windows, and shut the car off to really listen. Wow. We all heard the same thing. A male voice mumbling, then sudden screams from women.

No, not just any old scream, the ones that cause utter fear. After the screams, it went completely silent. We all looked at one another with wide eyes and pale faces, then we screamed, and my brother rushed to start the car, and pretty sure he left burnout marks from the tires. Such a crazy experience. Hopefully enjoyed this story and we'll do some more research. If you decide to look up the tree they were hung on, many claim to see faces there, creepy. Hope this was a fucking creepy road trip for you both. Most morbidly, Alicia. Wow. That's fucking terrifying. That's so scary. And also, I will post a photo. I did find some

stories that, and I forgot about it, I didn't write it down. Dumb. I saw some stories where some people have taken pictures of the tree that they were supposedly either hung on or the one that the nun would like was thrown into with the car. and there it looks to be a face on this It's a fucking creepy as fuck so I'll post that for sure But thank you Alicia and also thank you Maddie M for sending this in as well Fucking Dudley Road in Massachusetts. Wow. Yeah, that was fucked up. It is. My next one is my favorite one of the night. Love that.

So Jessica suggested this and said, hey ladies, congrats on all the success and plans for the live show. So excited for you, even though Philly sucks, go Steelers. I love that. I don't know about football, but I hope your team's all won. So my submission for Fokta Broads is Greenman's tunnel in South Park, Pennsylvania, right outside of Pittsburgh. Here are some links.

Anyway, I love you ladies, and thanks for getting me through my work days. Yins are the greatest, and I hope to see you at a live show in Pittsburgh. Keep it weird, Jess. I know this story. Okay, I read about this. You in Pittsburgh. Keep it weird, Jess. I know this story. Okay, I read about this. You do know this story because you were like, I know that story and then you told me all about it. I did.

Yeah. All right, in 1924, a tunnel was built right outside of Pittsburgh and they named it the Piney Fork Tunnel. It's Piney Fork Tunnel. It could be Piney, but I bet it's Piney. Okay. It's purpose was to serve as coal mines but by 1962 it was abandoned and became known as Greenman's tunnel. Ooh, Spooks, Spooks, Spooks. Teenagers around the area said that if you

drove out into the tunnel, turned off your car and called out to the Greenman that he would appear seemingly from nowhere and you would see his green skin which legend has it was green because of an electrical accident that he was involved in. And they even went as far as to say that if he reached out and touched your car your car would stall because of his electrical charge. Damn! But this is all not true! Oh! Because if you're listening and you're thinking this sounds absolutely ridiculous you're right because this legend does have some truth behind it though. You don't say...

I do say. What do you do? So the real source of this legend actually comes from Ohio in an area often referred to as zombie land. Ooh, I love that movie. Great movie. You know I tried not to not like that movie. I know you did. And then I watched it and it was so fucking funny.

Exactly. Now we just have to get you to like Zoolander. I'll try again. I was a little bitch in high school. I was like if it's weird it's not funny. It's true and you were on your phone the whole time. I haven't always been aware of it. I used to be a bitch. Anyways Ray Robinson was born in October 1910 and grew up with his mom and dad and Monica Pennsylvania. I said that was a question mark. Yell at me later. Cool. His dad passed away when he was only seven. Oh. And when he was nine, he was involved in a horrific accident that would seal his fate as the green man for decades to come.

Oh my goodness. I know. I know this story and it still makes me sad. So he was hanging out, running around with some of his friends on a bridge, which sounds like a really bad idea. I won't do that. It was 1910 or 19-something. When they dared him to climb up to the girders, which carried some wires because the bridge was home to the harmony trolley, which is like a train. Sounds good to me. Yeah. So Ray proved to his friend that he could climb to the top, but as soon as he got there, he was shocked by 22,000 volts of electricity. Jesus! 22,000 volts of electricity. One might say that's too many volts for one person.

Far too many. The voltage through him from the bridge and he suffered severe, severe severe burns to his body, but especially his face. It was shocking to doctors that he even lived. Not only did he suffer intense burns, but his left arm also had to be amputated at the elbow. He lost his nose and his eyes, and his mouth became really like enlarged and slightly off center. It was really sad. We can post a picture of him. Yeah. So for a while, he was reclusive, obviously, because he was greatly affected by the accident. Oh, yeah. But eventually, he wanted to get out of

the house because everybody deserves to get the fuck out of their house sometimes. So he started going for walks. At first, he would start walking, at first, he would walk during the day, but then people being the asshole shitsdains that would be too Disturbed by his appearance in parents instead of explaining to their kids that not everybody looks the same and sometimes things just happen We're like, oh my god, please you're scaring my kids. Oh, that's fucked up Like don't be like that. Just explain to your kids that not everybody's the same like you can't take this as a learning opportunity Like yeah, some people look different And like sometimes bad things happen to people and like it wasn't their fault that they look like that. Exactly.

And it's not scary. He's actually fucking adorable. That's really sad. It hyped me up. That's my soul. Yeah. So anyway, Ray started taking his walks at night instead because he didn't want to scare kids

because he was a really fucking nice guy. All right. Teenagers eventually gave him the name Charlie No Face, which is dickish. Real nice guy. All right. Teenagers eventually gave him the name Charlie No Face, which is dickish. You're a nice teenager. Yep, more than moderately rude, but okay. Everyone is a bit confused about where the green part of the green man came from. Some people say that Ray always wore a green plaid shirt, or that his skin did have a greenish tinge to it, which I wonder if it could have been from like the electricity? Yeah, maybe. I don't know. I mean, I don't know, but it happens. But he wasn't this like terrifying spooky guy

everybody thought he was. In fact, those were who were quote, brave enough or human enough to stop and chat with him. Found out that he was super nice and he would even take a picture with you. Oh. Right. He'd be especially happy to pose for the picture

if you had beer cigarettes to offer him. Amazing right? I love that. He passed away in June of 1985 when he was 74. So he lived a good long life. I don't know if I would say good, but he lived a long life. But he lived a long life. Then he was happy enough.

Yeah. And he kind of went with the flow, which is good for him. We can post a picture actually. There's like a picture of him with some teenagers and I think he's, he's either holding a beer or a cigarette. I love that. He just love it his life. He's just love it his life, right? So I haven't heard of his ghost, if his ghost still enjoys walking down that same Pennsylvania road, but if you feel like finding out for me,

be sure to email us about it. Yeah, let us know if Ray's still hanging about. Hit me up. Love that. Your turn. I love it. This if Ray's still hanging about hit me up love that your turn I love it. This is fun. It's like a fun little like your turn. You're turn So my last one is third bridge in Denver, Colorado Tell me all about it. This one was sent to us by Jason Murdoch. Oh, I know him from Twitter We do we talked to Jason all the time. So hey Jason, what's up? Jason, you're the Chasticles. Now Jason sent a really long, really awesome email. I'm gonna read you like bits and pieces of it

because I did my own research and I don't wanna read you double research. So let me read you what I have first and then we will read what Jason's crazy experience was. I'm excited. So third bridge is after a long dirt road covered with trees and very little street lights. It's also surrounded by fields

because everything is tonight. Brought to you by fields. Brought to you by fields and nuns. And John. And John. Farmer, don't. Farmer's. You go down a huge hill and then you hit the bridge,

which is over a creek, which is usually a dried creek bread. Oh, we spooky. Yeah, sometimes if there's a lot of rain, it'll fill up, but it's usually a dried creek bed. One of the biggest legends was that a tribe of Native Americans was slaughtered one night by settlers while the men were away hunting. When the men returned, their entire tribe, all of their families were murdered.

They rode off to take revenge on the settlers, and today people still hear their war drums beating. Boom! There's also the history, like actual history, that says a settler killed the Native American over a horse. The Native Americans tribe took revenge and killed the settlers' family. The whole thing was the motivation for Governor John Evans to use the murders as a reason to pursue war against Native Americans in the area. I'm really so horrible, today in America. Yeah, it's pretty rough. A lot of haunted chickens could have been avoided if we were just

nice to Native Americans. We created a lot, white people created a lot of haunted chickens. White people create a lot of bad things. We really do. So now you can hear drums, see Native American figures, and hear horses running across the area at night sometimes. That's spooky as fuck. And I've seen some like videos like ghost hunters and stuff. You can actually hear drums on some of the videos. It's bonkers. That's always wild.

Now to bring it back to present day, there was some legit grizzly deaths attributed to this place. In 1997, two carfuls of teenagers, ages 11 to 17, were like flying down the road. In the middle of the night, I think it was like 11 or 12 pm. Jessica Herne, age 16, lost control of the car. She started veering off to the left side of the bridge

and she skidded nearly 80 feet before hitting the guardrail. Oh my God. The car then slid down 47 feet of the guardrail and the guardrail impaled the car through the windshield. Then it fell 15 feet into the dry creek bed landing on the driver's side. One teenager aged 14 died on the impact. Another aged 12 died from her injuries the next morning at a hospital Jessica her in the driver was thrown from the car and was paralyzed

The three other passengers from the vehicle all suffered really severe injuries, but they lived God Yeah, because yeah, and because of this in December of 1997 Road crews took 12 feet off the top of the hill because it was once 50 feet that hill that goes down there. They were just trying to make it a safer place to drive. So they took 12 feet off of it just because of this accident. People now report seeing a girl standing on the bridge, she looks sad and upset, but she vanishes once you approach her in your car. Oh, I hate that. No, in 2010 a Seriously awful murder happened here. Oh, no. A super awesome and really popular calculus slash science teacher named Randy Wilson age 52 from Kioa Kioa high school

After graduation in May 2010 he went to Montana to visit family. On the drive home to Kiyowa, I think it's pronounced. On Sunday June 13th, he stopped for dinner in Cheyenne, Wyoming, and then also stopped for gas on the way home. Okay. Only 30 miles from getting home, he was murdered. No. The next day, June 14th, 2010, around, around 1pm, Tim Fry and his friend Greg were driving down the road. They spotted a car parked a white sedan. Across the road in the grass, they saw a body. No. They found Randy Wilson murdered. He was on his back with his hands tied behind him. Oh my God. He had a bag over his head and a belt around his neck. Jesus. Next to them, they found a tire iron and a black glove and it looked as though he had stopped to help someone

and they took his money, wallet, and all his credit cards, and killed him by his fixation. And meanwhile, he was trying to fucking help though. Yeah. Like, there was a tire iron and stuff to like help fix a tire out there. There's a cross there now with his name on it. He had five sons. Yeah. Oh my god In 2017 someone was arrested for Randy's murder Daniel Pesh was arrested for the murder of Randy Wilson But so he confessed but then he randomly said he didn't do it and the murder charges were dropped Because they said they had zero evidence to convince a jury that he did it. His family and friends said he did have a history of confessing to bullshit he didn't

do. That's really fucking annoying. But they said he was having a mental health crisis at the time, so he likely didn't realize the gravity of his confessing to this. His DNA didn't match the scene. He had an albide cover. I'm basically nothing matched up. He did say at

at court, like, I'm so sorry to the Wilson family for doing this to them, which like it's a fucked up thing to do. He seemed like he was having a mental health crisis. It still really sucks for the family. Yeah. So it remains unsolved. At least you had the wherewithal to a politics. Yeah, at least you apologize, but it's like fun. Yeah. 15s died in a fiery car crash on the road Jesus October 2nd Their car skidded and rolled a bunch of times fell into an embankment and then burst into flames Oh my god, that's the most terrifying thing I heard their names were angelo and dozola 19 years old Levi and dozola 17 Omar and a Cedo who was 19 In Dozola, 17 Omar and Asido, who was in 19, Guadalupe, Marseas, 15, and Jennifer Villagrana, Flores, 15.

Oh my gosh. Their bodies were so badly burned that the investigators told the parents that they were not going to be able to identify their kids. Oh my god, I can't imagine hearing that. People now hear screams there at night. They see figures of a girl. They see a figure of a man. There's disappearing vehicles.

There's weird lights. There's weird music. Oh. Those sorts of shit. Weird music. Yeah, it's not awesome. So I'm going to read you part of what Jason sent me. He said, hey guys, love the show.

You guys are the shit. Maintaining neutral stances on fucked up stories. Like John B hey guys, love the show. You guys are the shit, maintaining neutral stances on fucked up stories like John Bade Ramsey is a talent Denver, Colorado represent. I appreciate learning about soap mommies, et cetera, and fuck that piece of shit, David Parker Ray. Just listen to that whole story mess me up. Anyways, I dig the whole podcast, guys.

Thank you. Let's just dive right in, shall we? First off, fuck this story. I really hate talking about it But I'd rather like other people to know to know it to I've changed two names in this story not mine And I'm not going to tell you who those are. That's fine Storytime this started on 6-6-06 when on opening night we decided to go see the Omen I saw that in theaters too. It was a midnight showing so it was all dramatic.

I was 16 and I could still stay up that late and not be dying for the rest of the week. There was a total of four of us. Myself, Chris, Corey and George. We were planning on being room-bunxious kids as our unbunxious kids normally do. We were going to go to this place called the third bridge after the movie. It would be after 2 a.m. so I don't what exactly, what times exactly, but you guys get the picture. This is when he gives me a little background on the bridge. He gave background on the Native Americans. He gave background on the two car crashes. Um, so then we have a, he gave another story that I didn't find, but this is very interesting. He said a cop was driving out there late at night. He was just kind of doing his rounds or whatever cops do. And as he came over the hill, he saw a truck down in the ravine where the river used to be. Um, he said anyways, so he saw this dude out there in a truck in front of the headlights.

Mr. Cop stepped out of the squad car and shined his light on the dude and asked him, what in the sweet mother of God are you doing out down here in the middle of the night? The dude he said, looking for his wallet. You know, like innocent people do in the middle of a dry river bed in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night by themselves looking all creepy as fuck. He's like, I just lost it. Yeah, you know. So the cop told him to go home and find it in the morning because it's weird to be out here The creepy due to blides and went home Well, the cop felt super weird about it. So after the due left he went down off the bridge into the fort ravine See what there was down there. He found the dudes wallet But he also found a couple of fucking bodies this dude was burying. Oh, yeah

so Now he says we're pretty much caught up to 2006 what he was talking about initially. Okay. I mean that summer we had heard about this place and there had been a few times over the past year or so with a bunch of people. It was fun you know go wander in the woods and get scared. We had found a lot of weird shit out there. We found two garbage bags one time. One had two decapitated dogs and the other held the heads. I would never, ever, ever want to find that discovery. Yeah. Once we found a baby deer with its gust,

the gut's all displayed out in front of a carcass. I mean, it's safe to assume there was a bunch of weird occult sacrifice stuff out there. A few times you would hear tribal drum start beating. And sometimes it would feel like the sound would get louder and louder until it's super near the bridge and we would book it. We'd seen the car with one headlight maybe once or twice before, but it's like as if we

would come to the peak of the hills, sometimes we'd see it off in the distance way behind us on the road. Maybe not, we were kids, but I'm pretty sure we saw it a few times. So what better way to spend 6606 than to see the omen and go out to third bridge? No. Chris and Corey were both 18. George was 17. I was 16. Chris was the driver and he wanted to be this extra cool once in a lifetime experience. So we got two of those disposable Kodak cameras at the gas station beforehand after the movie, which was mediocre by the way, to be honest. Yeah, I agree. We drove out there.

Oh, I hate this part. This is what out there. Oh, I hate this part. This is what he wrote. Oh, I hate this part. Okay. Just so happened, there was a harvest mooned out. We had heard, but we couldn't see it anyways. No, I'm thinking of Neil Young. There you go. It was going to only be a crescent moon anyways. So although it would have been cool with a blood-red crescent moon, it was nowhere to be seen. Tellima. Chris had the bright idea to turn on the radio to a blank station so we should get some night white noise going and see if spirits would talk to us through the radio too. No, thank you. As we're driving out there around 3 a.m.

No. We're taking pictures, laughing, having a time. We all smoked cigarettes because we were cool kids and we had to have the windows open for that. Fresh airs for dead people homey. We arrive at the, he said that not me. We arrive at third bridge with no issues and no weirdness. I mean a couple times we thought we heard women on the radio like the kind of voices, but nothing that we didn't just guess was picking up from other stations. Car off, windows down, white noise going, six lit, chilling and waiting. No. Taking a couple of picks and we heard the drums.

No. Cool. I mean, whatever though, took a couple of picks in that direction out into the wilderness. Mind you, we're bad asses, so we're out there and we're already way too scared or even open the doors. I kept thinking I was seeing things out in the darkness,

but I didn't want to say anything. I didn't want to be that guy. And I'm chilling in the back with George, who I swear was starting to act super fucking weird. Like his speech is slower, he's all of a sudden super distant, and I'm sitting next to him. So I do do what any good friend would do. I take pictures of him with the camera.

Then we hear it on the radio. No, what are they here? There were two distinct fucking screams, dude. No. And we were silent. No. Like there was no way that just happened. But we were whispering, but we heard whispering in it after that. Not just one voice, but there was a bunch of voices. Not all at once, slowly, calmly whispering and talking. I heard one say, help. And I was freak the fuck out. I said the fuck out. I said listen guys this shit isn't cool anymore. Let's fucking go. But no the older kids want to be bad asses so we stay. I roll up my windows because fuck that. Yeah. I also rolled up George's because he

was falling asleep and because fuck that. But I get George falling asleep. I don't know what's going on with George man. Maybe he's a little stoned. But I'm George falling asleep. I don't know what's going on with George, man. Maybe he's a little stoned. But I'm getting super bad vibes from him, man, and I feel freaked out to reach across him. I remember distinctively that lump in my throat are just straight fear, dude. Cory and Chris are staring out the passenger side window.

My side of the car, out into the darkness in the ravine and say, look at the fucking people. No, no, no, I'm literally chilled to my bones. I am the goose bumped as fuck. Man, there were at least two weird black things out there staring at us. I swear to God they were staring at us. Man, I was trying not to cry at this point. Oh my God. But I looked again because I can hear the fear in Cory's voice.

There were more, dude. There was at least five, not near us, but farther back in the trees, you could see them. Like they were coming out all this while. There were goddamn drums are going dude. And they're louder. I'm yelling go Chris go. So he goes whispering on the radio, drums, black figure things, George weird vibes, Chris turns on the car, and just off to the side was one of those things just visible from the headlights. We booked it. We are thoroughly messed up at this point.

I turn on the dome lights because this is all too much, and we all know that monsters go away when you turn on the lights. We all have our windows rolled up, and we're screaming at each other. George's silence staring off into the distance like what the fuck George And he slowly looks at me silence. Oh, no, no. I kicked George out of the car at this point like George has got to go Sorry, George. You've been sucked. Yeah, George has got to go. You're trapped. It's spoken Cory took a pick of him and he just I love that everyone's just snapping hands of George You so so fuck we didn't even notice the radio goes completely silent.

Cory and I are yelling at each other when Chris screams. There was a big ass fucking dog standing in the middle of the road. Are you kidding me, dude? What in the shit is even happening? Chris swerved around it, but it just stood there staring at us. I don't know how far we drove before we had the balls to turn around to go the fuck to get the fuck home. Because keep in mind, the only way we knew how to get back home is to go back the way we came over the third bridge again.

No. Fuck my life, dude. We turn around slowly, dome lights on, lump in my throat, complete silence. As we drive back, the dog is nowhere to be found. Of course, we have to turn the dome is nowhere to be found. Of course, we have to turn the dome lights off because if we have the dome lights off, the phantom thingies won't notice the car over the bridge. I don't know, man, we were terrified.

Oh my god. We fucking flew over the bridge and got over the hill onto the other side and this huge wave of relief washed over us. George is still out of it, but fuck him, dude. We're safe from the boogeyman things. We're hauling it down this dirt road on the way to civilization. Cory has turned around talking to me when he notices right behind us two things at the same time when we come to the top of the hill. Peaking up over the horizon was a gigantic ass blood red silver of a god sliver of a god damn moon. And a couple of hills behind us, a car with one fucking headlight. No. What in the actual fuck is happening? Panic.

I swear in my mind I knew that the moon was death-sife and we were going to die. Oh God. The Chris would survive to tell the tale because the drivers always live. So of course he slams on the gas and the radio starts whispering at us again. Louder though, but this time it sounds angry. Why? And right at this point, his car really starts trembling or bouncing around.

I don't know how to describe it. It sounded and felt like we were running over a lot of things. Chris thought it was because we were going fast, but I mean we were being followed by the ghost car thing. Speed is of no concern. I took a couple of pictures of George who had started telling us to go back. Like, what the hell, dude? George, get the fuck out of here.

And he's taking pictures of us. He's like, so back, man. Go back, man. Radio went immediately off when he started saying that crap. And then we saw the street lamps. We saw the road. We saw civilization. We couldn't see the headlight demon car thing thing and we saw King's, King's supers. Holy shit, we made it so we pulled into ketchup right there. I immediately hopped out of the car when we parked, lit up a smoke and walked away to sit by myself, smoke, and let out a little crying. Oh, that was terrifying.

So I walked back over to the car that was covered in dust to see Corey taking pictures of the front of the car. Listen, I don't know how accurate I accurately described this. What I saw were handprints coming from under the car. Like as if people were underneath the car being dragged along or run over. Dude, I had had enough. Take me the fuck home. Alright, man. A few days go by.

George is kind of acting normal and the pictures were developed. Oh, the fucking pictures. So we gathered at Chris's house and when we were all four together, opened them. At first, we didn't see much of anything, but then we started seeing things in pictures, faces in the windows, and not like super clear faces, more like outlines and silhouettes, but definitely fucking faces. Some were calm and so, soic, soic, sorry. In one, I had a face that looked like it was staring intensely at me from the back window. There was some weird things in the smoke from the sigs. We only saw one definite black specter demon thing, that that motherfucker was standing in the middle of the ravine staring right at us,

or facing us. You couldn't see a face or really any features, but that thing was right there, a black specter thingy. But here's the worst part. No. That picture I took of George when he was all weird. There was a huge angry face in the window with its mouth wide open like it was yelling at George.

Oh, dude, my whole body is literally on fire. Like I can't even deal. And there was this weird light thing that looked like it was going into the top of his head. I mean, I don't know man. We had such bad vibes, so we burned them. Burn the pictures and decided not to talk about the specifics of that night. And that was 6606, but guys, it didn't fucking end there. What? 2008, George moved out to England to stay with his family out there. He had been into drugs pretty bad and they wanted to help him. I never really got a straight answer of what happened while he was out there.

He moved back after only six months, but they put him directly in this mental health hospital. I went to visit him once, he was on a bunch of meds, but he looked at me and asked if I remembered that night on third bridge. Oh my, I just got chills. I absolutely did not want to talk about, but he didn't really push the issue and kind of zoned out. I had never heard the real story, like I said, but from what I gathered, he lost it and mutilated his sexual organs somehow. Yeah, I don't know. Oh gosh. 2009. At a party, there were a few kids in the living room of an apartment who were comparing scars and laughing, doing drugs, drinking, whatever. George was in the kitchen, and I guess

overheard the conversation. All of a sudden, he came up behind a kid we can call Chad, and said, how about this scar? He produced a hunting knife and cut Chad's throat. Immediately another kid tackled George to the ground and wrestled the knife out of his hand. All the while George was yelling game over, game over. Oh my God. After he got the knife out of George's hand, he snapped out of it. He panicked, looked around the chaos and bloody room,

and he booked it out the door. Meanwhile Chad, the absolute badass of this dude is, ran out with another kid to their car. Chad sat in the passenger seat, holding his hand around his throat, blood everywhere, and gave directions to the hospital by pointing to the way. He survived, dude. He has a huge scar, but Chad fucking survived. Meanwhile, I was in a night class while George was blowing up my phone, but when I left, he wasn't answering his phone. So the way I heard it, George drove like a madman and made it to Idaho before getting pulled over in extra-dyed back to jd.

Where he was charged with attempted murder and got some kind of insanity deal because he went to a mental health jail. He recently got out. Oh. Check this out, guys. When I recently asked him about that night on 3rd bridge, he got super mad at me and said he has spent years trying to forget about that night. Oh no. All right guys. It's not like possessed or something. That's my entire story about the third bridge. Woo! I finally wrote this for you guys. Ugh, this is so emotionally draining. Hi, bud. Ash, Elena, you guys are weird. Keep it weird. Be safe. I know this is super long, so if you actually use it, thanks. I put a lot of effort into asking the people involved for the input on this story. Y'all are epic. Thanks for being you Jason much love have fun be safe where you're seatbelt make it a great day love one another and make good choices

There's a picture of a kitten and he sent a picture of a kitten. Oh my god. That got us so cute And it's exactly what I fucking needed right now. I had to put my hood on to listen to that story She did her hood is up whenever I'm like really scared I put a if I'm wearing a sweatshirt, I put a hood on. And I'm just really scared. She has her hood on. My hood is off. Jason. Jason.

Jason. Buddy. Give me that cat. Wait, thank you so much for taking the time to write all that down, for dredging all that up, and allowing us to use it as a story because holy shit, Jason. I'm going to have straight up Nightmares tonight that blew my mind. Wow. So, whoa. Well my last story is short, sweet to the point and nothing compared to that.

So Ali wrote to us and said, hey, Ashina Lena, if you haven't already heard about Emily's bridge then you're fucking welcome. It's a super spooky bridge in Vermont, actually named Goldbrook Covered Bridge, and it is definitely worth looking into. It's one of Vermont's most haunted places, and let me tell you, on a dark night, it will scare the shiiiit out of you. In high school, we would go to the bridge to party and hang, and then we would take turns walking across in the dark.

Definitely some crazy shit happened. There you could just feel it. Keep it weird, Ali. Woo, Ali. Okay, so I didn't find a bunch of creepy shit, but I did find the background and like a little bit of creepy shit. I love it. So what was formally known, like she said, as Goldbrook covered bridge in Stovermont, it is now known as Emily's bridge because a really angry ghost named Emily hams that shit. Oh Emily. Like every ghost story I'm telling tonight, there are a few variations or opinions about why Emily is so pissed.

And why is she haunting said bridge? And one story is that she was waiting on her lover. Always waiting on her lover. I literally wrote because what good ghost story doesn't start with a lover. Because I see. That's always a lover. And that, so Emily and her lover were supposed to meet on this bridge and run off and a lope together and live happily ever after.

But he never showed up. Yeah, bested. So she made the rational decision of hanging herself from the rafters of the bridge. Yeah, that's not a good idea. Super rational. Really bad idea. Just find another lover. Can find another lover.

I feel like that's a song. Another lover? Another lover? Another lover? Another lover? If it's not, we're making it one. Another lover. Another story is that the lover stood her up at the altar. So she ran off in a horse-drawn carriage, but while she was like making those fucking horses run as fast as they possibly could, they missed a turn at the last second and they all went flying and landed under a bridge in a rocky brook. Oh that sounds bad. Yeah. So the first time anyone ever mentioned the bridge that the bridge was haunted by Emily was in 1968. A high school student wrote that she had been using a Ouija board on the

bridge and that a spirit name Emily came through. Don't use Ouija boards on haunted bridges. Don't use Ouija board to it. If my I said it once I'll say it again if my fucking future kids ever bring a fucking Ouija board into my house I will lose it. Yeah. I don't go. I do not fucks. I do not fucks. I do not. There was a Ouija board on sale at Barnes and No Ball. Oh yeah. They're like, I mean they're like good. They've been a toy forever. It's not a toy. It's not a game. Close the portal. Back down. We use them all the time in high school. Yeah, fuck you. Yeah, never never. Whoa. In your room. Did you ever use one? No, okay. I never used one in my house. It was always at like parties and stuff. Okay, because your room is my room.

Anyways, Emily isn't super stoked when people come looking for her. People have reported being scratched. Your foot steps, ropes tightening, which is really spooky because you don't want that. I don't want that. I don't want that. And even the screaming of a girl, if you park the car on the bridge, you'll hear and feel Emily banging or scratching your car. And I know you're going to find this shocking.

The most action takes place between the hours of 12 and 3.30 AM. Shocking. If you want to look into it more into this, there's actually a whole website called mleysbridge.com. Ooh, I'm not going there. That's Emily's Bridge. Ooh, I love that. That was super spooky. Super, I like to the point.

Super spooky. I love it. I love it. I'm still on my hood on. I'm still fucked up by Driss. That was a lot. That was a lot. I know we probably should.

But you know what? Emily us like a little bit of Reprieve because it's just like oh the spooky little girl waiting for her love She's not a little girl. She's a mad lady. She's a bad. She's a scorned woman. Yeah, they're ain't no You know woman like a scorned woman. That's very true So we hope you guys liked this installment of spooky ass roads So we hope you guys liked this installment of spooky ass roads, spooky, delicious roads. Our main episode this week is going to be Bryce Las Pisa, which I am so fucking excited for.

It's a crazy case, guys. Yeah. Actually, since, and that's why we drink shouted us out, let's shout them out. Let's shout them out. The first time I ever heard this was about this case was when Christine covered it, and she did a really good job. So thanks, and that's why we drink.

We love you. We do. So, yeah that's why we drink. We love you. We do. So yeah, stay tuned for that. It's gonna come out probably on the same day as this does. It'll be out on Sunday. Yeah. This will be hopefully out later tonight if I can get it going or to your advice.

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