Sunday, October 30, 2005
A Halloween Tale
A remember a time when I was 12 years old, my brother and I had gone to spend the weekend with my dad. It was in the Fall, and I imagine it was close to Halloween. We had been invited to a weenie roast , and bonfire that particular weekend. There was a whole big group of people going.
I remember all the kids were packed in the back of one truck, and we had to
keep a blanket over us, because it was so cold. We would peak out every now and then to see where we were, but it was so dark you couldn't see.
It was black as night by 5pm that time of year. It seemed like they drove forever, where were they taking us? We are were all excited, and a little bit scared. I mean we were going to be out in the woods....at night!!
Our imaginations were going crazy. I was the biggest scaredy cat there ever was, and all I could think of was some mass murderer was stalking us,
and would slay us all.
It turns out they were driving us somewhere on the outskirts of Fayetteville, Alabama, and I mean we were out in the middle of no where. We were supposedly close by to this bridge that they referred to as "Gloria's Bridge". An urban legend place , where some poor woman named Gloria had met her end. I don't remember the story very well now, but I know that just made the whole place a whole lot creepier.
We got there finally. Someone had got there a head of the rest of us, and
had lit the big bon fire. I was so glad, because I was freezing. We were all having a great time. Enjoying the fire, roasting weenies, and marshmallows. It seemed so late, but it was probably only about 7pm. It was so dark, and creepy.
Then all of a sudden out of no where there was this blood curdling scream.... I swear it was a woman. You had never seen a group of adults and kids pack up so quick in your life.
They say a cougar makes a sound like a screaming woman. So was it a cougar? or was it Gloria? I guess we will never know...
All I can say is that I was glad to be out of those woods. I don't think I slept a wink that night, and I don't recall ever going out to the Fayetteville woods ever again.