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I'm going to bet that everyone here has known of a Crybaby Bridge or something like it. I know Anime Girl and her high school friends talked about one in the country somewhere east of here. The story goes there was a horrible car crash that killed a mother and a child, and on quiet nights if you sit out at the spot, you will hear the baby crying and crying. There are variations on the story, of course, but we KNEW it was true because my BFF’s dad worked for the newspaper and he told my BFF it happened in the 1960’s.
So my friends and I made a few pilgrimages out past the city limits and down Deyo Mission Road to the creepy bridge over the dry creek. I never heard any babies cry, but I got hyped up and screeched at shadows and looked for signs of Satanic worship at the eerie and isolated Deyo Mission Chapel where older friends INSISTED their car had stalled suddenly while passing and they saw STRANGE LIGHTS in the churchyard.
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What can I say? It was more entertaining than going to beer bashes, and it took about the same amount of gas as cruising around the main teenager locations on a Friday night. This was life before the Internet.
There was another house in the country that we looked and looked for. It was known as Zombie House, and I can’t find anything on Google about it, so it seems to be a lost urban legend. Legend had it that medical experiments had taken place there, and strange people wandered around causing havoc. I asked my grandfather who grew up in the area if he knew anything about it, and he laughed and said he thought it was probably a place in the country where convalescents stayed in the mid-twentieth century.
CONVALESCENTS OF MEDICAL EXPERIMENTS PERHAPS!
Urban legends are fun.
I'm going to bet that everyone here has known of a Crybaby Bridge or something like it. I know Anime Girl and her high school friends talked about one in the country somewhere east of here. The story goes there was a horrible car crash that killed a mother and a child, and on quiet nights if you sit out at the spot, you will hear the baby crying and crying. There are variations on the story, of course, but we KNEW it was true because my BFF’s dad worked for the newspaper and he told my BFF it happened in the 1960’s.
So my friends and I made a few pilgrimages out past the city limits and down Deyo Mission Road to the creepy bridge over the dry creek. I never heard any babies cry, but I got hyped up and screeched at shadows and looked for signs of Satanic worship at the eerie and isolated Deyo Mission Chapel where older friends INSISTED their car had stalled suddenly while passing and they saw STRANGE LIGHTS in the churchyard.
Scroll down for an article on the actual place!
What can I say? It was more entertaining than going to beer bashes, and it took about the same amount of gas as cruising around the main teenager locations on a Friday night. This was life before the Internet.
There was another house in the country that we looked and looked for. It was known as Zombie House, and I can’t find anything on Google about it, so it seems to be a lost urban legend. Legend had it that medical experiments had taken place there, and strange people wandered around causing havoc. I asked my grandfather who grew up in the area if he knew anything about it, and he laughed and said he thought it was probably a place in the country where convalescents stayed in the mid-twentieth century.
CONVALESCENTS OF MEDICAL EXPERIMENTS PERHAPS!
Urban legends are fun.