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Chillers from Albert County: The Phantom of Covered Bridge Lane

30/5/2025

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Submitted by: Monique Ferguson, Author
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Part 4: The Truth

The library’s discovery weighed heavily on Alex, Addison, and Matheo as they trudged back to the covered bridge that night. The air was colder than before, and the mist seemed thicker, swirling ominously around their flashlights.

“She said we had to find the truth,” Alex murmured, gripping the old article they’d found. “This has to be it.”

“But how do we show her?” Addison asked, her voice trembling. “We can’t just hand her a newspaper.”

Matheo held up his phone. “I downloaded some old records we didn’t get to print. It mentions her father left town a week after her disappearance. People thought he couldn’t bear the shame, but what if he left because of what he did?”

Addison shuddered. “You think he…?”

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Chillers from Albert County: The Phantom of Covered Bridge Lane

1/5/2025

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Submitted by: Monique Ferguson, Author
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Part 3: The Search

The mist curled around the covered bridge like ghostly fingers, stretching and coiling through the trees as Alex, Addison, and Matheo stepped cautiously onto the weathered planks. Their flashlights cut narrow paths through the darkness, beams jittering with every tremble of their hands. The air was thicker here—colder too. Like the bridge wasn’t just old, but alive, waiting.

“Do you hear that?” Addison whispered. Her voice was taut, her grip on the flashlight a death hold.

A soft hum drifted on the wind. Low, lilting. Almost a lullaby.

Alex’s stomach twisted into knots. It was the same melody he’d heard in his room. The same sound that had frozen him in place, paralyzed with dread.

“We stick together this time,” Matheo said, trying to sound confident, but the crack in his voice betrayed him. “No splitting up.”

They nodded in sync, stepping deeper into the gloom. Every footstep echoed—creaking, uncertain. The bridge stretched on forever, the mist growing heavier with each step. The humming grew clearer now. It pulsed in Alex’s ears like a heartbeat not his own.

Midway across the bridge, the temperature dropped. Frost clung to the railing. Their breaths curled into the moonlight in pale clouds.

Alex’s flashlight sputtered once—twice—then steadied.

“Do you see that?” he whispered, raising the beam.

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Chillers from Albert County: The Phantom of Covered Bridge Lane (Part Two)

28/3/2025

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by: Monique Ferguson, Author 

Part Two: The Mark 
The days that followed their harrowing encounter on the bridge passed in a haze for Alex, Addison, and Matheo. Sleep became a luxury none of them could afford. Each time Alex closed his eyes, he saw her—the figure in white, her veil billowing like smoke as she surged toward him. The memory of her bone-chilling scream echoed in his ears, a haunting melody that refused to fade.

At school, the trio kept to themselves, avoiding questions about why they seemed so on edge. But the truth was harder to escape than the whispers that followed them down the hall.

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Chillers from Albert County: The Phantom of Covered Bridge Lane (Part One)

28/2/2025

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 by: Monique Ferguson, Author maferguson.wordpress.com 

It started with a dare, as most foolish decisions do.

“Come on, Alex. Don’t tell me you’re scared?” Addison teased, her flashlight beam bouncing off the weathered wooden planks of the covered bridge. The ancient structure loomed ahead, shrouded in mist, its dark interior swallowing the weak glow of their lights.

Alex rolled his eyes, trying to suppress the unease creeping up his spine. “I’m not scared. It’s just a dumb story.”

“If it’s so dumb, prove it,” Matheo challenged, crossing his arms. The tallest of their group, Matheo always took the lead—and often pushed them into trouble.

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Spooky Stories from Albert County - the pdf

29/10/2017

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Cilck here or on the image above to get a link to a pdf of ghost stories. You might be able to scroll down and see the pdf below "Read more" but that option is not available on all devices and browsers. Note that you can also find copies available at locations throughout rural Albert County.

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Naming Crooked Creek Bridge #3: a fictional story by Jane Chrysostom

28/10/2017

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Picture by Doris Weir.

Crisp air, vibrant fall colours, a picnic lunch, and probably the last use I’d get out of my well-worn hiking boots -- we tossed water bottles and phone charger into the car. I wanted to capture all those colours to get us through the long winter ahead.

Though there are many covered bridges in Albert County, we’d never made the trek to Crooked Creek # 3. There’s the 45 Road, Sawmill Creek, Midland Road, and others -- we’d even ventured out to King’s County to visit more of those long-standing icons of New Brunswick. But the more strenuous hike up the old logging road to see #3 kept putting me off; I love scenery, but not exertion and sweating.

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The Turner Diary: a fictional story by Jane Chrysostom

23/10/2017

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The Turner House on Mary Point's Road. Picture by Alison Elias.

Earlier this month when the impressive house finally came up for tax sale, I was beyond excited -- we’d heard the amazing history, learned about the significance of the landmark and about the contributions of the shipbuilding industry in Albert County -- and now we were the proud owners of what everyone else called the Turner House and Shipyard Park.

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What Goes Bump in the Night? by Mary Majka

23/10/2017

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The following ghost stories and legends were compiled by Mary Majka in her book "Fundy National Park," which was published in 1977 by Brunswick Books. These have been reprinted courtesy of David Christie.

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UFOs by Grandpa Pike

17/10/2017

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I might as well tell you right up front that we were having a few drinks. If you knew the rogues I was drinking with you’d say, ‘Oh yeah, they definitely weren’t sipping lemonade.’
      It was the summer of 1981 or 1982, if memory serves, and there had been a magnificent show of the Aurora Borealis (Northern Lights) the night before. I was living in Hopewell Cape, Albert County, New Brunswick and a couple of guys and I were having a few cold ones in the house and having a sing-song. Somebody went outside—it might have been Hubert, just to see if the Northern Lights were going to favour us again tonight.
       No luck. When he came in, however, he remarked how nice it was outside—warm, not a breeze, and a million stars in the late evening sky. So we all decided to go out and sip our ‘lemonade’ on the deck and out in the driveway. There was me and Blair, Hughie and Gary if I remember right and we stood out there in that darkening Albert County evening, telling stories, gossiping—like you would, and enjoying a few laughs.
         As night came on down the sky was even clearer, the backdrop to the stars even darker. It was a starblanket from horizon to horizon and being under a major flyway, we watched multiple jets go over, four or five miles high. We also watched a satellite or two. I was out in the driveway now, away from the little bit of inside light that was coming onto the deck and looking up I saw something I have not seen before or since.

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The Grave of Ursula Pendlethwaite by Jennifer Shelby

17/10/2017

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Thick raindrops smacked against the gravestones. Ursula grabbed the rubbings she'd made and dashed for the dubious shelter of her rusted Camry. Thunder growled across the sky. Lightning followed. Autumn leaves scattered in the wind.
               She saw it on the edge of her vision and froze. A small, crooked gravestone. Her own name inscribed upon it. Ursula Pendlethwaite. Died 1814.
               Ursula shivered. The wind tore the rubbings from her grip.

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Corporal at the Creek by John Jones

25/8/2017

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A ghostly poem to start our series of ghoulish tales....

The tide was out, the water low;
the sun had set, twas time to go.
We set our poles about knee deep,
at the entrance of Gray Brook Creek.
To catch a cod, we were hoping for,
as they often followed the tidal bore.
We climbed the bank to the high tide mark,
and to Gray’s Island, we made our start.
Three teenage boys out having fun
with the hope of a catch in the November run.

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Spooky Stories - 2017

This page is part of a special project by Connecting Albert County in partnership with the Albert County Museum. Explore this page to find stories of ghosts, UFOs and other paranormal events that are said to have taken place in rural Albert County or are written by local residents.

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Spooky Stories

Chillers from Albert County: The Phantom of Covered Bridge Lane

Chillers from Albert County: The Phantom of Covered Bridge Lane

Chillers from Albert County: The Phantom of Covered Bridge Lane (Part Two)

Chillers from Albert County: The Phantom of Covered Bridge Lane (Part One)

Spooky Stories from Albert County - the pdf

Naming Crooked Creek Bridge #3: a fictional story by Jane Chrysostom

The Turner Diary: a fictional story by Jane Chrysostom

What Goes Bump in the Night? by Mary Majka

UFOs by Grandpa Pike

The Grave of Ursula Pendlethwaite by Jennifer Shelby

Corporal at the Creek by John Jones

Spooky Stories - 2017

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