“What does the curse do?”
“They say that any couple who writes
their names on the bridge can never break up.
If they do, Billy Jones will come after them.
Ever since then, local couples have seen it as a
challenge, thinking that their relationship is
worth the risk.” She looks like she wants to say
even more.
“Do
you
think it’s cursed?”
She shrugs. “Last summer, right after it was
finally cleaned, a couple wrote their names on
the bridge, and then they broke up and . . . ”
I lean in. “What? What happened?”
“They were in a car accident. They
somehow went off the road and drove
straight at the bridge—the barrier was
so decayed that they almost went right
through it. The girl, Isobel, said she saw
someone on the bridge who was about to
jump, but when the police came no one
was there.”
“Did anyone die?” I almost don’t want to
know. Yet I have to know, like how you have to
look at an accident on the highway.
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