Her Bridge
They say that she was wearing a white dress
But that’s how all these scary stories start out
Let’s change that
I say, she was wearing a white dress and held a phone in her hand
She wasn’t trying to flag down cars with the wave of her hand
But with the wave of her phone with the flash on
She got in your car and told you that she was lost
But she used her GPS to tell you how to get home
You comply and you take her home, and she is quiet
That is the same, she is silent the same way in which she was silent in the original tale
She disappears after you stop the car in front of the address
You ring the doorbell, you don’t knock on the door
Her mother answers and tells you that she died in 2001 not 1923 like the original
She says that she believes that her daughter is trying to get home
Her name is Lydia with a y
You leave and Lydia continues her cycle at her bridge: Lydia’s Bridge
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