Amara
The present
"Mama"
"Yes sweetie?"
"I'm scared"
"I'm scared too sweetie... I'm scared too" but I shouldn't be scared, I'm her mother, I'm supposed to be an example for her, a good one.
But instead, I brought her to the most dangerous place for us.
The bridge.
"Why are we here mama?" she asks with her tiny voice
"I don't- I don't know yet" I cry, kids are not supposed to see their parents cry, it shouldn't be, this shouldn't be happening, but here we are
"It's about time" the bridge whispers, I can recognize its voice instantly, it has been talking to me since...
That day.
The next thing I remember about that night is that I woke up in my room with Joseph and the two girls next to me, but since then, the bridge kept bothering me, wherever I went, the spirit of the bridge was there, even in my dreams it wouldn't let me alone.
It was always there.
"Getting closer, better say goodbye now don't you think?"
"Astrid"
"Yes mama?"
"I have to go"
"Where are you going?" I start crying again, and say
"I just have to go, please, be a good girl, and forgive me, would you?"
"Yes mama" she says confused, I don't blame her, she has nothing to do with this and I would never want her to, this is all my own fault.
"It's time to go" the bridge says, I stand on the edge of the bridge and...
"Mama! Please no!" Astrid cries.
And those are the last words I hear.
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bridge to craziness
ParanormalWalk walk, deeper in the woods, Ignore the presence that is chasing you, Suddenly you are there, you don't know how. The bridge to craziness you have found. there is something wrong with that bridge, and this people know it better than anyone
