A few minutes later I was at the last quarter of the bridge, feeling more confident that the North Trestle was just a bridge and the only trace of "Genevieve" was six feet underground somewhere, dust by now. That confidence was shattered, however, when I looked toward the sky. A cloud was on its way toward the full moon again, and beyond that were a few more clouds. "Damn", I said aloud. Seconds later I was cloaked in darkness.
"Alright, nothing to panic about", I tried telling myself, but the sound of that bizarre scream was still in my mind and the low humming noise was getting louder. I shuffled and felt for the right steps, slowly making progress toward the other side of the bridge.
"Daniel", something ahead of me whispered faintly. I froze. It had to be the wind. At that point I just wished I could see something, even just a shadow, but there was no hint my eyes could give me. I walked forward.
I thought I heard breathing, as I slowly found the right places to step. Suddenly something rushed past me. I turned around and shouted "HEY! WHO IS THIS?!" Now I knew my mind wasn't playing tricks on me-someone was here. It had to be someone there to play a prank on us, I thought, or some homeless wanderer who wanted to be left alone. I stopped and placed the camera on the track. Having a camera is one more reason for someone to kill me, I reasoned. I'd go back and get it later. For a few minutes I waited, until my phone rang. It was Jenna. "Dan, we have the battery is that you coming towards us? Did you film the other side yet?"
I shouted at first chance "No, it's not me, go back to the car! I think someone's here!"
She hung up.
