The first time I encountered Salem Road Bridge was on a drive with my cousin in the summer of 1995. It was just a small bridge over a creek, but we suddenly found ourselves overcome with fear, as if something terrible would happen if we were to cross. We turned back instead. Later on, I learned that the spot was notorious for inspiring this sort of fear, and after asking around town found that many people had only been able to cross it after multiple tries. The place inspired rumors, as well, tales of ghosts, mysterious rituals and the like. After a friend and I finally gathered the courage to cross it in 2004, we found the place unnervingly silent, and that my friend’s wristwatch as well as the clock in the car had stopped.
Submitted by Tamara