Back when I was a freshman in college I had a buddy who was really in to "ghost hunting." Mostly, all that meant was him and his girlfriend would drive around to notoriously haunted places and take pictures on a digital camera - if there were orbs in the picture, those were the "haunting spirits." This buddy had had an aunt who owned a house in Weeping Water, but had moved out because she claimed it was haunted - one room always remained 60 degrees, no matter the temperature outside, their kid all of a sudden had a new imaginary friend when they moved in, books flying of shelves, etc. So, on October 30th, my buddy and I decided that we would drive down there and check the place out. My buddy also said that Weeping Water also had an old haunted bridge just outside of town. As he told the story, a hundred years back or so, some woman was accused of being a witch and they hang her from the bridge. Thus, it was named Witch's Bridge (I have since tried looking this up for more information and can't find anything). Again, as my buddy told it, rumor had it that at the twilight morning hours on Halloween you could see the witch swinging from the bridge.
So we drove down to Weeping Water and got to my buddy's aunt's house around 12:00 pm. We couldn't get in to the house, so we just walked around the outside, snapping pics on our digital camera's - absolutely nothing. After about 10 or 15 minutes we decided to leave and check out Witch's Bridge. This was before smart phones, so we didn't know exactly where we were going. After driving around for half an hour or so, we decided to stop and ask for directions. Only place open was a bar off Main St. I was driving, so my buddy hoped out and talked with some folks outside the bar. Apparently they knew exactly what we were talking about and gave us directions.
It was about 3 or 4 miles out of town on a dirt road when a car, out of nowhere, comes flying up behind us and is riding my bumper. My buddy and I were pretty weirded out - it was after midnight in the middle of nowhere. Ultimately, we decided that maybe they were waning to do the same thing as us and were wanting to check out the bridge. After about half a mile of them ridding my ass, we came to our last turn before the bridge. I wanted to test and see if the were following us or heading to the bridge, so I skipped the turn and just kept going straight. To our relief, the car behind us turned. I went down the road about a quarter mile, turned around and started back towards the bridge. Shortly after I made the turned that I had intentionally missed, we saw the car that was following, heading back our way. Didn't think much of it. Just waved as they went by.
When we got to the bridge, there wasn't much to it. We got out and walked around, but there wasn't much to see. It was just an old wooden bridge, wide enough for one car to cross at a time (foreshadowing). Again, we didn't see much at the bridge, but weren't willing to give up on the night. We decided that we wanted to head back to my buddy's aunt's house and see if we could get inside. We got back in our car and drove across the bridge to turn around. But as we were driving across the bridge another car comes pulling up to the bridge. I turned around, but couldn't cross the bridge because the other car was blocking us - it was the same car from before.
My buddy and I were SUPER freaked out by this. I sat there for about 10 seconds and then flashed my lights at them. Immediately, the back doors on both sides of the other car opened and we saw two people get out - the disappeared into the dark. Even more so, my buddy nd I are losing it. I flashed my lights again and now the car drove across the bridge and alongside us. They rolled down their window and we saw that it was the guy and gal from the bar that we asked for directions. This didn't calm us down at all, but I rolled down my window too. They said that they were just concerned about us and wanted to make sure that we made it out here okay. We thanked them and told them that we were ready to call it a night (even though we still intended on heading to my buddy's aunt's). They told us that if we were interested in haunted stuff, that they had a place in Plattsmouth that was super haunted and we could follow them back to it (note - they did have Cass county plates...I vividly remember that car....). We told them thanks, but no thanks and that we were ready to head back home. As we were driving back into town, for the first half of the way back, they followed us eerily closely. But, halfway back, they puled in around in front of and flew ahead.
Once we got back in town, we tried to find our way back to my buddy's aunt's, but got lost in the neighborhoods. I vividly remember pulling up to a 4-way intersection and seeing that car stopped at the intersection across from us. Taken aback, we pulled forward and they waved as we passed. I shit you not, we saw them at different intersections probably 6 or 7 times. We were convinced that they were following us, but had no idea how they always knew where we were. At this point, we had had enough and just wanted to go home. Unfortunately, we could not find our way back to the highway.
We got back to Main St and flagged down a car heading our way, hoping to ask for directions. At this point, it was a little after 2:00 in the morning. Wouldn't you know it, but it was our old friends from the bridge again. I can't tell you why, despite the fear that they had caused us thus far, we decided to ask them for directions to the highway. They, of course, offered to help and told us just to follow them. Again, I can't tell you why, but we decided to listen and follow them. After following them for a coupe of minutes, I saw a sign for us to turn left to get to the highway - but they went straight. I panicked and didn't know what to do, so I skipped the turn and continued to follow them. Almost immediately after that they turned to go on a dirt road, up a hill. Finally my common sense kicked in. I literally yelled, "Fuck this!!!" and pulled a u-turn across someone front yard.
Made our way back to the highway and hauled ass back home. Literally, for the next two weeks I was on constant look out for that car, convinced that they were going to find me. I have no idea what their actual intent that night was, but it certainly wasn't good.
