Crybaby Bridge

This LURID-LEGEND, Kiddies, is quite a WATERED-DOWN TALE hee-hee-hee.  So, take a GRUESOME GANDER at what a man sees in the river, that gives him FRIGHT A SHIVER heh-heh...
Back in 1890, in Doylestown, Ohio, there was a young lady who walked up, out of a hollow, carrying a baby in a black blanket in her arms one night in October.  It was raining and the woman approached a bridge.  With the baby crying, she stopped on the bridge in the rain, looking down, into the river below.  Heaving, the lady dropped the child into the water, as it cried and wailed in fright, killing it.  The woman wandered over to one end of the bridge, slipping in a muddy area and screamed, as she fell down, into the river, hitting the side of her head on rocks, being killed.  
Three years later, a gentleman wandered onto the bridge from down in the hollow, with a bottle of Jack Daniel's Whiskey in hand one Autumn-evening.  He stopped and took a swig of whiskey, and coughed hard.  Then very quietly, he heard the distinct sound of a baby crying.  The gentleman glanced around, and noticed a baby down, in the river underneath the bridge.  The child had large glowing-white eyes and its skin was dead and grey-white.  In its brown blanket, the baby reached out of the chilly-waters, with its ghostly-hand that was shining-white.  The gentleman gasped and shrieked in horror and as the baby cried away, it vanished being a ghost.  The gentleman screamed some and ran.  The spirit of the child's mother materialized, dead-white-flesh, in a white dress, with long, dark hair.  The phantom's eyes were solid-black, and she groaned and waiiled, seeing the gentleman run.  As the fallen, colorful-leaves blew and rustled, the ghost of the woman shrieked loudly and vanished on the bridge.  
They call the SCARE-REA, CRYBABY BRIDGE, and that gentleman sure got a SCREAM ABOVE THE STREAM, eh?  Serves the child's Mother right for what she did, when she SLIPPED UP and had her FALL IN THE FRIGHT SEASON OF AUTUMN Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha!