This happened to me and my cousin nitin, October during the Durga Puja holidays. We did not tell anyone about it because our family would think we were drunk.. We were completely sober. We were coming back from Naugachia to Bhagalpur on our bike. It was 12:45 AM. If you have ever crossed the Vikramshila Setu at that time you know how scary it is. The wind from the river is really strong. The only light was from our bikes headlights. We were in the middle of the bridge when our bikes engine stopped working. It just stopped. I moved to the side. Stopped near the railing. Nitin got off to check the spark plug. I used my phones flashlight. The first thing we noticed was not a sound. A smell. It was a smell of wet mud from the river and burning incense like the kind they use at funerals. Then the wind stopped completely. It was very quiet. That is when we heard it. From under the bridge came the sound of a woman crying. It was not a cry it sounded like someone was crying very loudly gasping for air right below us. Nitin stopped moving. He whispered, "Do you hear a sound?" I shone my phone light down at the water but I could not see anything. Then fifty yards away I saw something white in the black water. It was a bundle floating against the strong current of the Ganga. It was not moving down the river it was moving up towards the pillar of the bridge we were standing on. As it got closer the crying sound started moving up. It was like it was climbing the pillar. We heard heavy slaps against the concrete coming from under the bridge. Nitin grabbed my jacket screaming, "Start the bike! Start it now!" I tried to start the bike times. Nothing happened. My phone screen started glitching the time was changing randomly from 12:46 to 3:15 to 1:02. The slapping sound reached the edge of the concrete railing just ten feet away from us. A pair of hands grabbed the edge of the barrier. They did not look like hands. They looked like they were made of black river mud and tangled weeds dripping wet but with long thin fingers. A face started to come up over the edge. It had no skin, a shape made of dark shiny mud with two empty holes staring at us.. From that muddy mouth came the same loud choking crying sound. I kicked the bike one time with all my strength. The engine started working. I did not even wait for Nitin to sit properly. I drove the bike forward. He jumped on the back as we moved. As we drove away I looked in the rearview mirror. In the red light of my taillight I saw the muddy figure standing on the bridge walkway. It was not chasing us. It was just standing there pointing a wet arm at the spot where our bike had stopped as if waiting for us to come back. We did not stop until we reached the lights of the Zero Mile checkpoint. My bike worked fine the whole way and the mechanics the next day found nothing wrong, with the engine. To this day I do not cross the Vikramshila Setu after 9 PM. If you live in Bhagalpur please if your vehicle stops on that bridge at night do not look at the water, leave your vehicle and run.