“You know I don’t believe in any of that urban legend crap.†I said to my sister. “Are you kidding? It’s too creepy not to believe.†I gave her a look. “Okay, make a believer out of me, then. We’re almost to the bridge so I might as well know the whole story.†Anna nodded. “Back in the seventies, there was this married couple who were expecting a baby, Richard and Marilyn Harlingen. He was the vice principal at the local elementary school, and she was a seamstress. Anyway, everything was going fine, the baby was due in a month, and the couple couldn’t have been happier. But then one day, Marilyn started having problems with the pregnancy, and she also suffered from bad nightmares.†“What exactly was she suffering from besides bad dreams?†“I’m not sure. I’ve read every book there is on this urban legend but for some reason nothing is written about her other symptoms. Anyway, Marilyn went to the doctor, he did a check-up on her and everything was fine. Baby was perfectly healthy.†“Hmm, maybe it was nothing then. Did Marilyn go for a second opinion?†“Yeah, she went the very next day.†“So then what?†“After a bunch of tests it turned out that it was possible the baby had some sort of genetic defect, and the chances of Marilyn delivering a healthy baby were only twenty percent. Both she and Richard were devastated, and that’s when things really got crazy and sick.†Anna shuddered a little. “This is where the story gets gross.†“You know I love horror movies, so I can take it.†I said casually. “Well, Richard became obsessed with finding out more about birth defects and stuff, and he would spend hours at the library reading books. He got so bad about it that he missed work, he wouldn’t eat, wouldn’t sleep. He continued to study up until Marilyn went into labor. There was a terrible thunderstorm going on, so Richard moved her to the basement. The power went out, and since the streets were flooding, Richard couldn’t drive her to the hospital and he knew an ambulance would’ve had a hard time getting out to the house. His only option was to deliver the baby himself.†“In the dark?†My eyes went wide. “They had candles or flashlights, right?†She nodded. “He had both but he was having a hell of a time calming Marilyn down. She was screaming and crying, not even realizing that there was a storm going on outside. She was in so much shock from the pain.†“I heard somewhere that Richard went insane when she gave birth, is that true?†I now asked. “Yeah, he delivered the baby without a problem, but when he saw the newborn girl, he totally lost it and went into a rage. You see, instead of the baby being beautiful and healthy, it was anything but.†She shuddered. “Richard saw the heads and lost it.†“Heads?†My brows rose. “As in more than one?†“Yep. One was a regular human head, but there was another one attached to it. The damn thing looked more like a mass of melted flesh with black obsidian eyes and sharp fangs. Half of the skull was caved in, and it started eating its own tongue after it stopped crying. Sick.†A mental picture formed in my head now, and I could see the horrible creature as plain as day. “That’s horrible.†“Yeah, and Richard freaked out when he saw this and without thinking he grabbed a metal log poker from the fireplace and rammed it right into the deformed head. But he didn’t stop there.†My brows rose. “What else did he do?†“He tossed aside the poker, popped the baby’s eyes out with his bare fingers and then reached into the mouth, ripping out the tongue. Well, what was left of the tongue, and then he ran into the kitchen, got a butcher knife, and cut the baby into pieces.†“Oh, my God.†I shuddered. “That’s sick.†She nodded. “Yeah, Richard officially went crazy.†“What about Marilyn? Did she know what she gave birth to?†“Yes. She was totally aware of everything that was going on, and the entire time Richard was killing the baby she was screaming, and she tried to tear the baby away from him but it was no use. As for Richard, he started throwing and breaking things all over the house, and that’s when he did the worst thing of all.†Anna sighed. “He picked up the metal poker again and stabbed it into Marilyn’s body repeatedly, screaming that it was all her fault that the baby was deformed, and it was her fault that he killed it. He was so gone.†“He killed her, too?†“Yeah, and then he killed himself.†Anna now looked out of the window. “Just beyond those trees is the bridge so park up.†A short time later, my sister and I stood on the old weathered bridge which was built over the Harlingen house. So far we didn’t hear any cries from a baby or Marilyn’s weeping, and when I looked down at my watch, I saw that it was almost midnight. “So what’s supposed to happen at midnight?†I now asked Anna. “Legend says that Richard will show up, looking for a woman to take Marilyn’s place. If she refuses, she’ll be haunted for the rest of her life.†I laughed. “What a load of crap. I’m only doing this for my term paper so we better see something impressive.†“Hey, you never know.†Anna said with a sly smile. “This may be your best term paper yet.†“Maybe, so let’s wait it out and see what happens.†Anna looked at me fearfully, as if she knew something, but I just dismissed it as her trying to freak me out, so with a calm grin I leaned back against the railing of the bridge, still not believing in urban legends.



This isn't a real urban legend as far as I know, this one I just made up off the top of my head, LOL. Thanks for reading! Wordcount: 1000