Once, a family lived in a small house at the top of a hill. And the woman kept a lantern in the window that overlooked the old wooden bridge burning all night.
She did it every night and waited for her son to return. But, her son was killed in a fierce battle in Europe. The greif stricken mother refused to believe her son was dead, and the mother slowly fell into poorer and poorer health.
Eventually, the mother did die. The father kept himself busy taking care of the farm.
He started at the creek, and eventually built the fence all the way across his property. One quiet, foggy night, just after the fence was finished, the fater walked down the old bridge; tied a rope to the railing; slipped his head into a noose, and stepped off, into glory.
To this day, the fence still holds its secret message from a greiving father. You can still see the lantern burning in the window of the weathered old house, and sometimes you can even hear the old man's screams coming from under the bridge.
