Just before we got to the middle of the bridge, I was paralyzed. A cloud had covered the moon and I might as well have been in a cave. "Hold up guys. I can't see where to walk."
They were both shocked. "You can't even see the bridge?"
"I can't see my own hand" I clarified. "Just chill out and give me a second". I felt around for the wood ties and made slow progress.
"Why did we trust you with the camera?" They laughed. "Don't trip and drop that thing!"
To my relief the cloud passed and the moon came out again. Finally we made it to the bridge's midpoint and sat down to film some uninteresting material.
"Here we are at the North Trestle, said to be the one an only place to see Genevieve's ghost! High school students in our area have heard this story for over a decade..." Chris narrated enthusiastically for several minutes until the low battery light came on. "Oh crap", he said. "Dan, you walk down to the other side of the bridge and come back, that should be enough time for Jenna to go get the spare battery."
"Yeah right, I'm not going by myself!" Jenna spoke up.
"Fine, fine, I'll go with you", he compromised.
They set off back toward the car and I went in the other direction to reach the other side. Only five minutes later I heard a loud, high-pitched scream. "Jenna!" I said out loud. I reasoned she must have tripped or fallen, but when I looked back down the long track I saw they had both already made it off the bridge. The scream also sounded like it came from the other direction-the direction I was headed. I kept walking, though somewhat more reluctantly. For the first time, a cold breeze blew. Some dull, low noise was now humming-I wasn't sure what it was, or if it was just my heightened hearing detecting some distant disturbance.
