Photo provided by Kevin Adams
The car lights flicker off and shrieks emit from the girls as the midnight darkness surrounds them. Scrambling, they shine their iPhone flashlights and huddle into packs, preparing to walk the long, dirt road ahead. They draw closer and closer through the autumn air until they reach what caused their frightful anticipation.
Hope Ngo, a junior pre-physical therapy major, faced a Tulsa myth during October of her freshman year at ORU. In order to embrace the “spooky season,” Ngo’s friends decided to visit a spot they had heard mentioned numerous times.
Hidden deep in the heart of Bixby, OK., is a bridge nicknamed “Cry Baby Bridge,” where an old legend draws those curious for adventure.
“They wouldn’t tell us where they were bringing us,” said Ngo. “It was a secret, but they said we would have fun. When we finally parked, my friend whispered, ‘Cry Baby Bridge’ and told us to get out.”
The path to the bridge stretches from a creaky gate on the side of a road, 20 to 25 miles away from ORU, according to Ngo. The three girls screamed into a cluster and let the two guys lead the way over the gate and onto the patchy road. While they crept closer to the mysterious bridge, Ngo tried to block out the folklore whispered by the two guys. Rumors surrounding the bridge tell of a woman and her baby on the night of Friday the 13th, 1924.
Supposedly, a terrible storm came over the night as the mother and child rode a horse and carriage to their home on the hill. While crossing the Boggy Creek Bridge, now nicknamed Cry Baby Bridge, a strike of lightening frightened the horse, causing it to tip the carriage into the river.
The mother searched for her baby but could only hear its cry, leaving her to search until they both died. Bridges with the name “Cry Baby Bridge” exist throughout almost every state, each with a different story concerning a mother and her child.
No evidence supporting the tales has been found, except of people claiming to have heard ghostly cries after yelling, “I found your baby.”
“The only weird thing that happened was that we heard an old lady scream. After we heard it, we sprinted back to the car, but Blaine wouldn’t unlock the doors so we kept banging on the windows,” said Ngo.
Fall season calls for late-night outings and spooky stories, which is why Ngo tempts her friends to walk the long path to Bixby’s Cry Baby Bridge, if for nothing more than curiosity, which, come to think of it, killed the cat.