This is a scary story, but it was all an elaborate set up.
My senior year of high school, and we were all getting riled up about 'Wisconsin haunted places' that we'd find on google. We found one that was called 'green eyes bridge', and it's about 20 miles away from civilization (picture below):
You can google the story of why it's haunted if you'd like, but basically some servant way back when served a household and ended up murdering them all, and then hanging himself on the bridge. Naturally, it's haunted to the gills and with its location, a very, very creepy place to say the least.
Well 7 of my friends decided to scare the living hell out of me, and they succeeded.
If you look at the picture of the bridge, the 'far side' is the forest, and since you cannot drive a vehicle (only ATV) across, nobody goes there. On the near side is where you pull your vehicle up, shine the lights so you can see, and go onto the bridge.
Like I said, 7 people set this up and I had no idea. 'We' made plans to go there one night. It was 4 of us (me + 2 *******s that knew what was about to go down).
On the FAR side of the bridge where you cannot really get, was 1 of my other friends hidden in the bushes in a trench coat. Below the bridge was another friend video taping, and another to make noises below. The other friend hid in the bushes on the NEAR side of the bridge (you'll see why in a second).
So me and the two friend drive out there at about 11pm at night. Pitch black (again, they know others are hiding, but they say nothing to me). We park our truck on the near side of the bridge, shut it off so we can hear, and keep the brights on so we can see what we're doing. The 3 of us are in the middle of the bridge, looking around, talking **** to the 'ghosts', etc. All of a sudden, we hear a 'ding', which was one of the guys below the bridge. What happened next still gives me goosebumps to this day.
Again, we have our truck in front of the bridge, lights on, trucks off. We're in the middle, looking around and also to the 'other side' of the bridge. The ding was one thing and got our attention, but all of a sudden, the truck lights went out in a split second. We had no source of light and were completely freaked out. All of a sudden, the lights start flashing on and off, and then turn completely off again. At this time, the truck's engine is started, and someone is hammering on the throttle. There is **** in my pants at this point.
After about 10 seconds, the live truck puts the lights back on, and we look down to the far side of the bridge. A ****ing man in a trench coat starts walking towards us (my friends that were with me on the bridge were told to NOT let me jump over the bridge to my death. That's how scared they knew I'd be).
So here I am, thinking this is all real. I start thinking 'why the hell did I not believe in ghosts/haunted stories/why am I going to die like this'. I'm sandwiched between a man in a trenchcoat who is getting nearer by the second, and a ****ing truck which mysteriously turned itself on and is revving the engines at me.
No idea why, but I choose the truck over the trenched man from the woods, and we run back and jump in and tear out of there.
How did I find out? Well, I went home, started calling everyone and was on MSN messenger telling EVERYONE what had just happened. After about a week, my friend Tony (trench coat) calls me and says he has to tell me something. Apparently his dad had been hearing things about this at work (about 45 minutes away) and said he had to tell me before the rumors continued.
It sucked.