Yeah I do..ok into story telling mode! this is a true story that happend on halloween night quite a few years ago.
Sets the scene
Small ancient hump bridge on a country backroad at around 11:30pm at night. Four friends and myself in my car sitting on the bridge, engine off, windows down, lights off and in complete darkness...The atmosphere was really errie, the air was crispy cold but still. It was a quiet quiet night out there in the dark scottish wilderness that outskirted our homes. In the icey silences that seperated our conversations....you could have litterly heard a pin drop.
And then after sometime we started to relax and adapt to the atmosphere. It didn't seem so bad, it was peacful and just us, nothing else....
All of a sudden we became aware of muffled footsteps on the road. It seemed like it was coming from behind us. A sort of hesitant but playful pitter patter, coming and going on the road surface...close by.
We all froze with apprehension, we slowly but knownly looked at each other. We strained our ears as hard as we could, trying to determine if it was behind us or not. Everything went silent, my friend sitting in the passenger seat next to me voiced his thoughts, was it one set of footsteps or more? was it really footsteps at all? we weren't really sure.
The others in the back were starting to get scared. When suddenly the next thing we heard was the faint sound of giggling children. Young giggling children, impossible! what would children so young be doing out in the middle of nowhere at this time of night! It was after all now the witching hour...
With that everyone began to freak, they shouted at me to go, go now they said! lets get the F out of here!! Before I knew it I had the engine on and off in a fast wheelspin, I slapped the lights on and pulled the car up to a quick halt. I stuck the gears into reverse to engage the reverse lights. Could we see children? No! nothing at all, just an errie empty bridge