'Willmaroo Bridge'

 

The bridge is long and narrow; but none dare walk at night. The townspeople spread their harrow, about the thing they call 'Fright'. Every one's safely home and in bed, before the clock shows a quarter of ten. If 'Fright' should show his head, none...will let him in. They have no weapons for this thing, nor what lay under the ridge. Just never, ever think of being, at night, on Willmaroo Bridge.

 

Strangers come from miles around, to very small, Willmaroo Town. They heard about this thing called 'Fright'; to see if true...he rides at night. They come to satisfy an inclination, 'Fright' was figment, of Town's imagination. News-reporters...brave and inquisitive men, wrote stories of places that they have been. Are going to Willmaroo Bridge, late tonight; to prepare an expose' about, thing 'Fright'.

 

They intended to stay, the whole night long; but at quarter of ten there was a loud bong. The bridge now began to shake and to rattle; as a crumbling below caused minds to battle. Followed by - soft. weird,  and eerie sounds; that came from beneath...and knew no bounds.

 

Down the bridge stairs they went, to listen and check beneath it's lid. Flashlights blaze each noise or scent, to seek and find something hid. The sounds below, became louder and louder. Seeing nothing, one man did yell for powder, It's closing in; what it is, I can not tell. It's closing in on me; could come from hell.

 

I feel just as if I'm living in a well; still alive...yet in some deadly spell. Help me! Please; it's too much to bear. There's something wrong; here, somewhere. There's no such thing as ghosts or 'Fright'; only Humans, that play tricks in the night. Speak! Speak up, no matter who is there; we'll not ever write this Story, anywhere. No truer words, you'd be hearing, nor, could ever have been told; old 'Fright' surely was appearing, taking them all, body and soul.

 

When folks arose, on the next day after, it seemed there must have been a disaster, they went to the bridge, looked all around; yet, not one of those men, were to be found. There was no evidence they could rassle; or indication there had been a hassle. Slowly...the Town, calmed down again, but all of the people, were home before ten. Gathering together, that very next weekend, they were regrouped from where they'd been. Angered about being in early...every night, all because of some thing, called 'Fright'.

 

When all at once to their surprise, the Federal Government sent those FBI. To investigate the fate of the newspapermen, and show the people, they were their friend. We're here to find out about thing 'Fright'; and why you people, must stay in at night. We'll dismantle that bridge in broad of day, and stay on the scene until day fades away.

 

If by chance, thing 'Fright' does appear, there will be no hiding, 'cause we'll be near. We'll gun him down, like a crook on the run, and there after, townspeople shall have fun.

 

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