This story takes place when I was around 13, I am 19 now,
and thinking back, I get the shivers every time I think
about the experience that took place so long ago. It
happened to both me and my mom, however she got the worst
of it.
Growing up in Hilliard, Ohio was nothing special really.
I guess you could say that we were a fast growing little
city, but I still think it wasn't. I grew up always knowing
about ghosts and having my experiences with them, so any
time I got the chance to do something that involved
ghosts, I would go out and do it. Well my mom used to take
us on this road when I was younger, it was on the way to
my doctors place, and for some reason I just liked the
road, it was a "feeling".
Ill call this road "Hill Road" simply because I cannot
remember the real name, and because that was a defining
feature of this road, it had many tall hills that were so
fun to drive on. Anyway the road itself wasn't really long
maybe a 5-10 minute drive, but the weird thing about it
was that out of all the other streets that were parallel
to it, this one was always "dark". There was an abundance
of old trees that hung over the road, protecting it from
any sunlight whatsoever. So any time you drove on it, it
automatically would cast off an uneasy vibe. And the
further you drove down the road, the darker it got. At
the end there was a bridge with a statue in marble of a
girl, or a young woman. You had to look down to see the
statue, because all the way along the road there was
probably a 15 foot drop off on either side, so the road
itself was elevated above the surrounding houses. The
statue was always so sad looking.
I remember I would sometimes tell my mom. I would always ask her who's statue
it was, because there were no houses around this part of
the street. She would always tell me something and I would
eventually forget about it. Little did I know she was just
trying not to scare me.
One night when I was a little older I told my mom I
wanted to drive down that road. It had been a few years
since I had stopped going to that doctor and therefore the
street was out of our way, but tonight she agreed. As we
were driving down the road, all of a sudden it got really
cold, we could see our breaths! As we were approaching the
statue, I noticed it was gone. But then something caught
my eye, it was white and glowing, just bouncing around
violently behind the trees. I remember the feeling I got
when I saw this, there was something unnatural about it,
something different. I looked at my mom, apparently she
had seen it too. She started saying," I cant believe it,
its her!" I was startled at this, it was as if my mom was
seeing an old friend or someone she hadn't seen in years,
like she knew what this thing was!
My mom stopped and pulled over. She told me to stay in
the car. I saw her get out, and go to the side of the
street and disappear as she went down the drop off. I
could still faintly see the glow rising up just above the
road. In minutes my mom came back white as a ghost, she
hopped in the car, turned on the ignition, and sped away,
like a bat out of hell. she refused to tell me what
happened until we were safely back in our own home.
When we returned my mom made some coffee and finally
settled down enough to tell me. She told me that the road
had been rumored to be haunted for some time now. That a
teenage girl had jumped to her death off of the bridge
where the statue once stood. She had been getting married
outside of her house, when her fiance didn't show up, she
assumed he had run off with another woman, so she ran to
the bridge in a fit of sadness and plummeted, killing
herself instantly. Or so the story says......Turns out her
fiance had been held up somewhere, because of a storm or
something. When he found out the news of her death, he
resurrected the statue that once stood at the spot where
she had once laid, lifeless, and broken. Now that the
statue had been torn down, there had been a lot more
sightings of her.
My mom claimed that when she went down to the glowing
girl, that the girl had tried to attack her, saying
something inaudible to human ears, and then tried to choke
my mom, then she all of a sudden disappeared and
everything was dark. My mom showed me her neck and sure
enough there was hand prints on her neck and bruising in
the shape of fingers. My mom also remembered what she
looked like, her dress was tattered and torn,but clearly
an old fashion wedding dress, her hair was partially up in
a curly bun, but parts hung loosely, like she had been
pulling her hair out, and her eyes, she said, were the
saddest things she had ever seen. They were so full of
hurt, and hate at the same time, it was overwhelming.
My
mom never found out why they tore down her statue, nor has
she seen her ever since, I'm sure the sightings continue to
this day, she is still sad, still waiting for her fiance.
Contact me here: lmgallo@simla.colostate.edu
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