Chapter 5
“I don’t believe this actually happened,” Greg mumbled as they began walking.
“You can believe you have a split ego, a gift from the devil, but you can’t believe in witches and haunted forests? Very funny.” He looked back when he realized Greg had stopped cold. “Come on, Greg, it’s getting late.”
“I’m coming. This bridge gives me the willies, that’s all.”
When the two men were just about in the middle of the planked bridge, suddenly a big wind came up and the bridge began to swing back and forth, rattling loudly as it moved. As they hung on to the rope at the side, they could hear a baby crying that seemed to blend in with the wind.
“Oh, my God, what an awful sound. Please, let’s hurry. I can’t take a crying child, even if it is a ghost.”
“Don’t worry. It’s not a real child
