Episode NotesCry Baby Bridge by Rob FieldsA young group of friends want to test the legend of their own "Cry Baby Bridge" but things may be more real than they could ever imagine...Pre-order our new book! only at UncleHenny.comMusic by Ray Mattishttp://raymattispresents.bandcamp.comProduced by Daniel WilderGet Cool Merchandise http://store.weeklyspookySupport us on Patreon http://patreon.com/IncrediblyHandsomeContact Us/Submit a Storytwitter.com/WeeklySpookyfacebook.com/WeeklySpookyWeeklySpooky@gmail.comThis episode sponsored by HenFlix.comFor everything else visit WeeklySpooky.comTranscription:The boys suddenly awoke when they heard the loud noise off in the distance. One of them turned on the battery-powered lantern. The three of them yawned and slowly sat up inside the tent where they were sleeping. “Aw, man . . . ! You better not have farted again, Chunker,” the boy with the crewcut on the right side of the tent groaned. “I didn’t, dude,” the husky boy on the left side muttered. The skinny boy in the middle put his glasses on. “Trust me, if Chunker would have let one go, we’d have known it. We’re all in this tent, right?” The right boy pushed the middle one a little. “Why you gotta be such a nerd, Horton?”Horton looked to his right. “I’m just saying, Chapman. Chunker would have cleared us out of this tent.”Chunker had a mischievous grin. “What, you mean like this?” He sat up a little bit. BBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!Chapman and Horton quickly fumbled over one another trying to escape from the tent as Chunker sat there and laughed. As soon as the two boys were out and on their feet, Horton turned and pointed to the tent. “Chunker, you sick pig!”Chunker was still laughing as he crawled out of the tent. Then he stood with his two friends. Horton sighed. “Great! Now what are we going to do? Chunker just fumigated the tent.”Chapman slapped Chunker’s arm. “C’mon, man, you can at least open up the tent and air it out. Geez!”Chunker raised his hands. “Okay, okay . . .”As Chunker lifted and tied up the flaps to the tent entrance, Horton was getting the campfire going again. “Any idea what time it is?” Chapman asked. Chunker had his smartphone on him. “It’s almost four – in the morning!”Suddenly, the boys were startled when they heard the original sound that work them up in the first place. “Aw, man!” Chunker complained. “Really? An owl?”Chapman groaned. “Well, some stupid owl woke us up, and Chunker ripped inside the tent. What are we gonna do now?”“Hey, maybe we can sit around the fire and tell more ghost stories,” Horton suggested. “Like we did last night.”“Sounds good,” Chapman said. “Yeah, why not?” Chunker agreed. The other boys joined Horton, who began first by telling the urban legend of the Gang High Beam Initiation. When he finished, he stressed that, “It actually happened on the other side of Strickfield, over along Township Road 113.”Chapman spoke up. “Yeah? Well, I heard a story about this college couple that got murdered in an apartment just near the college.” He told the story as best as he could recall hearing it. Then he finished by saying, “It was said that the roommate came back the next morning and found their bodies, he also found this message on the wall – written in blood! It said, JUST BE GLAD YOU DIDN’T TURN ON THE LIGHT!!!! That part never made the newspapers, by the way.”“Geez, Chapman, that does sound pretty scary,” Horton said. Then he turned to the other boy. “How about you, Chunker? You got a story?”Chunker opened the cooler they had brought with them and took out a soda. He cracked it open and took a drink. “Yeah, I got one.” He nodded in the direction of the deserted road they were camping off of. “It’s actually not too far from here, the old Cry Baby Bridge.”He told the story about how just after the American Civil War, Abigail Tomlin, a poor woman, and her fiancé, Alvin, a rich lord Abigail had been promised to, had been fighting all through their courtship. Prior to th