The Haunting Trinity of Fernville

The Weeping Siren

There's a bridge that connects the commercial part of Tea Light Parks to the residential part of the town. Adults tell children not to walk there because of the slippery drop from the grass to the wet sand. Adults tell each other not to walk there at night because of a phantom that haunts the bridge. You'll walk down at night and hear a whisper. It'll be quiet at first then it'll turn to wailing and shouting. It'll be the voice of a teenage girl. You'll hear her crying.

"There's no point anymore."

"It's hopeless!"

She'll chant the names "Thomas" and "Alba" over and over again. She'll scream sorry over and over again. You'll run to the end of the bridge and there she'll be. A soaking wet figure in jeans and a red knit sweater. Her hair will cover her face but you'll see her panting mouth and fearful left eye. You'll run the other way and she'll be gone. Maybe you'll be brave enough to venture back, but she'll be gone. Odds are you'll learn your lesson. Maybe not but you won't see her again. She never comes for the same person twice.
If you ask the townsfolk, they'll have stories. They'll tell you her origin. You'll probably hear some different versions. They'll recount the tale of a young female whose lover died in a car accident. Left alone in a dysfunctional family, she flung herself into the river. Some will say that her depression got the best of her and her girlfriend couldn't save her in time. If you ask about the names, they'll tell you about her relationship with another young boy and girl. How you hear it depends on who you ask. No one knows why Ruth threw herself off that bridge. All they remember is how bad the town felt after.