Brookside Bridge

Somewhere in downtown Alabama, somehow still isolated from the bustling main city, lies an old stone bridge named Brookside Bridge. Everyone near the bridge has crossed it at least once in their life. That is what makes it so strange. There are many ancient folktales and ghost stories centered around this bridge, most of which were deemed false by the owner of the bridge. The owner of Brookside Bridge was associated with a cult, the members of which were convicted twice of first-degree murder and arson. They murdered anyone who came on the bridge since they claimed it as "ritual grounds".
The victims' bodies were contorted (and sometimes mutilated) in such a fashion that there were no leads whatsoever and the detectives had to weed out the killers with dumb luck. Other than the disturbing cult killings, there are a few urban legends that are somewhat believable and not supernatural, such as the classic tale of two teens named Millard and Michael, both of which irrationally drove through the railings of the bridge and purposefully drove into the deep river below, and their bodies showed distinctive scratch marks and, and Millard's body appeared to be strangled by Michael.
Now, you must be wondering how this relates to Minecraft. Well, you will find out soon enough. Today I'm telling you about the treacherous tale of when I was still in high school and was naïve and unfazed; and after this encounter I was scarred for life. My therapist says that this is a simple case of post-traumatic stress, but I'll show him proof. I'll make him take back all those terrible things he said about me, about how I'm a lunatic... about how I'm mentally unstable...
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== THE STORY ==
The year was 2014. This story took place during the cold, unforgiving, frigid part of winter where you wonder how Earth even supports life despite that extreme cold. Back in those days, the main issues were tests, report cards, and girls. Right now, I was blindly trying to get the most beautiful girl in school before anyone else. But before I could, I thought of how high the stakes were. If we successfully went on a date, I would be the grandest, most popular person in high school. If she rejected me... I would get ridiculed and tormented by everybody. So, before I would ask her out, I decided to "gain some footing" by earning reputation. Now, my school was full of risk-takers, thrill-seekers and daredevils. So, undeniably, the only way to do so was to do the most daring feat of them all-- summon the spirits of Brookside Bridge.
Back then, the girls in my school were so picky that they expected us to summon the spirits at Brookside Bridge, and maybe even anger some of the local cultists. Me, being my dumb, flirty, romantic self, assembled a team of four wannabes (including me) who wanted to get in dates with the three hottest girls in school-- Anna, Isabelle, Tory, and Jane. The other three people I was going to go to the bridge with were all the least popular people in school. If any one of us died, I didn't think anyone except my parents would care at all.
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