Back When my dad was in his late teens or early twenties he and a few of his friend went to Harts Bridge. He said that they stopped on the bridge. It was a
clear night, very calm, and quite. After they stopped they blew the horn twice, flashed the lights twice, opened an closed the doors twice, and turned off the
engine. All five of them got out of the car and walked in front of it. Then half way across the bridge a fog came over the bridge. It look like a woman carring
her head under her arms. All five ran back to the car and jumped in he said it was his brothers car and it would not start they kept trying the woman got
closer and closer finally she was at the front of the car then vanished. They were so scared that one of his friends wet his pants. The car finally started. An
the got out of there as fast as they could.


