>> Story - 1:

It was a dark, moonless night. Enough light shone from the nearby town to show the black, dangerous-looking waters of the river below, and the old, abandoned bridge that spanned it. 

 For years, the bridge had been the site of strange disappearances. People would cross it, never to be seen again. Some said that the bridge was haunted by ghosts, others said that demons lived there. 

No one knew for sure, but everyone was afraid to cross it at night. 

Tonight, a young woman was crossing the bridge. She had been out partying with her friends, and was now making her way home. She was not afraid of the dark, or of ghosts or demons. She did not believe in such things. 

As she walked across the bridge, she heard a noise. It sounded like someone was following her.She turned around, but there was no one there.She quickened her pace, but the noise got louder. It sounded like footsteps, heavy footsteps, coming closer and closer.

 She began to run, but the footsteps ran after her. They were right behind her now. She could feel hot breath on her neck. She screamed, and the next thing she knew, she was falling. Falling into the dark waters below. 

She struggled to swim to the surface, but something was pulling her down. Something cold and slimy. She fought and fought, but it was useless. She was pulled under the water, never to be seen again. 

Just another victim of the haunted bridge. 

>> Story - 2:

The bridge was once a happy place. Children played on the swings and ran through the sprinklers in the summertime. Lovers walked hand in hand, admiring the sunset. But that was before the disappearances started. 

No one knows what happened to the first person who vanished. They were just gone, without a trace. But soon, others followed. People would cross the bridge at night and never be seen again.

 The police tried to investigate, but they could never find any clues. The only thing they knew for sure was that the disappearances always happened in the dark of night. 

People started to avoid the bridge. They were afraid of the demons that were said to haunt it. They could see the dark figures watching them from the shadows, just waiting to snatch them away. 

The bridge became a place of fear. No one dared to cross it after sunset. And anyone who did was never seen again.