For day 12 on our countdown, I had one of my best friends stop by last night for some Halloween festivities. I’ve been wanting to Ghost Hunt so bad since leaving Ohio and the house my mother and I collected evidence from, a few years ago. I bought an EMF detector because I had planned to use it in Savannah, Georgia on my big birthday thing, that was cancelled. It’s okay, because we know some places where we can find some spirits here in town!
Last night, about midnight, we set out just the two of us, for our original goal. Which was the Bibb City Mill which was repurposed into a residential apartment, which we weren’t aware of. We arrived at the old mill to find it completely gated and opted to not go in. People do tend to get paranoid when non-residents are snooping around a building they live in. I mean, understandably. After that disappointment, we started to backtrack a little to head downtown and found an old dam building. The moment I saw it, I wanted to go in so bad, but it was all boarded up and impenetrable. Dam.
We then made our way across town to Whitesville road, that is home to Twin Chapel Creek, supposedly, where there’s allegedly clown spirits and you can hear from a nearby tunnel, the sounds of slaves in pain and/or dying. We drove up and down that road. Several times. When we started our hunt, we had 100 miles in the tank. By this point, we had about 60. And nothing to show for it.
After one more futile shot at finding the small structure that would tell us we’re going the right way, we conceded to the powers that be and opted for plan C. Plan C for Cry Baby Bridge, where allegedly a bus full of children plunged off a bridge and into the creek below. Unfortunately they did pass away in the creek. Allegedly, you’re supposed to be able to put baby powder on the back of your car and put it in neutral and the children will push you off the bridge. In effect, sparing you a similar fate.
These days the bridge has been filled in and the only clue that there was a bridge there, is the guardrail. To get to the Cry Baby Bridge, you basically turn at the Icee Stand, and follow Whitesville Road north until it hits gravel. You’re going to look for the third bridge. Now, one thing you might not know about me, is I hate the woods. I hate how claustrophobic they make me feel, so the whole drive to the bridge was very stressful for me. The whole way there, I was scanning the border of the woods, feeling like I was being watched and gripping the wheel way too tight.
To add to my already disabling, and somehow still growing, fear… The road had become narrow. I was no longer sure of how to turn around, or if I even could. Still we bore on. The roads were dark and devoid of street lights. The trees mocked us and we came upon a rather large hill, that I couldn’t see the top of. I continued driving, although increasingly uncomfortable. Still feeling like something, or someone was watching us make our steady progress toward our goal. One bridge… Two bridges… Was that the third one? We pulled up the map and, sure enough, it had been. I found a place to turn around and made our way back to the barely recognizable bridge.
I have an app on my phone, that supposedly functions as spirit box. Before you say anything, I know what it sounds like. To test it, I sat at my house with that and asked endless questions for an hour, and got no responses from any spirits. I’m inclined to believe this app is at least somewhat legitimate. We stopped the car in the middle of the bridge, put it in neutral and nothing happened. No biggie. We got out the EMF and my phone, with the app, and… they answered us. The first word we got was, Density. Density of what? Spirits? Water? People?
My companion asked “Are you hurt? Do you need help?” they responded with Cast and Broken. They then said the word hunting. Perhaps indicating knowledge of those who go there to ghost hunt, not unlike ourselves. About this time, I was, of course, sitting there in a mild state of panic. I glanced out of the windshield and to the right of the car. I saw, at the border of the shadows just beyond the guardrail a white wispy shape. Short enough to be a child, perhaps? But whatever, or whoever it was, I wanted no part of. I asked if they wanted us to leave, and got a very strong feeling that that was the case. My EMF detector spiked erratically and, they didn’t need to tell me twice.
While we were making our way back home, I was certain that the presences that had been talking to us would depart. But, it soon became clear to us that we were still in the company of someone from that bridge. As we left, we got the word Weak, followed by Ugly. When asked “Who’s Ugly?”, we got Gianna. I began to think seriously that my initial perception of this app was wrong, and it may be real, when we got the word Real.
On the drive home, we got quite a few other words, most notable among them Amanda, Yield, Be Weary and Believe Her (“Her” Possibly being my friend, who was certain the spirit meant no harm). I made sure to keep an eye on the road lest we join our intrepid friend. We were about 15 minutes from home when we got Almost Here. The conversation took a dark turn, when we got Psychopath, Skin, and Assaulted. Additionally we got words that seem to indicate gang violence caused her to meet her end.
Whoever she was, she was pretty adamant that she was kept all alone in a basement, assaulted by a number of men (mans, as she spelled on the spirit board later), one of which being named Larry allegedly. When we got home, thoroughly shaken, we set up the Ouija Board that we had been wanting to use in the car.
As we sat down at the board, we asked if we had a spirit with us. The planchette moved to ‘Yes’. I was very concerned with verifying her name, because we had gotten 2 female names and she confirmed that her name was Amanda. I told her I was sorry for what happened to her, and on the board, our fingers moved to ‘no’ and the spirit box said don’t lie. We tried to assure her that I was in fact sorry for what happened to her. We sat at the table focused on the board for 3 hours, that decidedly didn’t feel like 3 hours. During the course of the, I guess Seance, I asked for a break so I could change clothes and grab water. I was told ‘no’. Which I appealed and was granted 5 minutes.
The Story So Far
- The spirit that followed us goes by Amanda
- She can’t stay, because she needs to go back to her body, which was dumped at the bridge
- She is from Columbus, Georgia
- Amanda was assaulted in possible gang violence and kept in a basement, tied up and alone and was eventually sexually assaulted and stabbed.
- We were given the names Dylan, James (hurt her the least, maybe tried to help?), Larry, Addison, Gianna, Seth Terry, and Cathy.
- The spirit was 7 years old when she died, and was murdered possibly around march of 2019. She stated that no one is looking for her, and she has not been reported as missing.
- Stated that whoever killed her was a family friend
- Possibly held on a base (would make sense, because she did mention soldiers earlier as well)
My current theory on that is that perhaps her family handed her over to her eventual murderer, and were well aware of what was going to happen, she/the Spirit Box said Dope I’m somewhat inclined to believe that perhaps they handed their child over for drugs? I think she wants to move on, but can’t let go. She said my middle and last name and then said wishing. Maybe wishing for a second chance? A better family? Are we the first people who have spoke to her about what happened? Is this a sad, lonely, frightened child? As I sit here typing this post, I’m still getting responses on the spirit box. I guess it’s further confirmation that she followed us here.
I’m still trying to get further information to substantiate some of what were told. Nothing so far, but I’ll continue trying as long as she’s here. She told us last night that she can’t hang out here until Halloween, so I’m not sure how much time I have to obtain the information from her.
As of right now, that’s where I’m at with this ghost hunt. I knew going into it, that someone might follow. I don’t feel threatened or scared of her or anything like that. So I’m taking her at her word, even though I can’t find anything yet to lend credence.
If you guys have had any experiences, feel free to comment them below or send them to us in an email! Happy Halloween!
EDIT; while editing this post, as i was writing about the bridge, or well, reading out loud as I do, I got the word Accident, and Too high up. As I read the portion where I saw the… spirit? On the other side of the rail, I got Near You. Definitely still getting chills.