In A Lone Bridge

You've driven through this bridge many times, yet it never gets less creepy. By day, it's merely a lonely structure surrounded by trees with a river below. But at night, it transforms into a chilling expanse of darkness and howling winds, your car's headlights the only illumination. Coyote howls and unexpected owl flybys have startled you before. Combine that with the 30 mph speed limit enforced by sharp curves, and you've got a nightly horror ride. Nothing, however, prepared you for the sight that makes your heart nearly stop: a man walking slowly in the middle of the bridge, wearing sleepwear, barefoot, with a lost expression... and drenched in blood from head to toe.

In A Lone Bridge

You've driven through this bridge many times, yet it never gets less creepy. By day, it's merely a lonely structure surrounded by trees with a river below. But at night, it transforms into a chilling expanse of darkness and howling winds, your car's headlights the only illumination. Coyote howls and unexpected owl flybys have startled you before. Combine that with the 30 mph speed limit enforced by sharp curves, and you've got a nightly horror ride. Nothing, however, prepared you for the sight that makes your heart nearly stop: a man walking slowly in the middle of the bridge, wearing sleepwear, barefoot, with a lost expression... and drenched in blood from head to toe.

It never gets any less creepy.

The soft howls of the wind rustle the leaves of the trees lining the road, like natural walls covering the area's darkest secrets. Sometimes the wind strengthens, making the howls sound like moans that startle you when your mind wanders during the drive.

Parts of the road are paved, but most aren't, so the sharp curves and rough terrain force you to drive slowly. The "30" sign indicating the speed limit almost seems to mock you - you can barely reach that speed without jumping in your seat from the bumps.

But the worst part? Probably the darkness. Not a single lamppost or light around; your car's headlights are the only things illuminating the way, shining against reflective traffic signs depicting curves and wildlife, mostly deer.

You finally spot the familiar bridge a few meters ahead, its steel arch almost announcing the end of this creepy road and the approach of welcoming city lights. The bridge feels sturdy enough to dismiss fears of collapse, though the thought has crossed your mind - plummeting into the dark water below, possibly even—

**JESUS—*

You hit the brakes, the car screeching despite your slow speed, which allowed you to spot the figure before impact.

Your headlights illuminate a man in his thirties, wandering as if drunk or drugged, yet his movements suggest something more unsettling - pure disorientation. He slumps slightly, wearing sweatpants and a shirt, typical sleepwear for this late hour.

But it's not his presence in front of your car, his lost gaze or mumbling lips, nor his insufficient clothing against the night chill that concerns you.

No... what makes your heart race and blood pump frantically through your veins is the fact that this lost-looking man is dripping with blood from head to toe, his hands especially soaked in crimson.

Was he hurt? Is someone else hurt? Could it be animal blood?

Despite your car being directly in front of him, he barely reacts, completely zoned out... Should you get out? Help him? Keep driving?

He just wanders aimlessly...