Your True Tales
November 2007 - Page 27
Disappearing Bride
by O-Ro
The story that I am about to relate happened ten years ago, give or take a year, in Northamptonshire, England. I had been to see a late showing at a cinema in Northampton with my then-girlfriend and another male friend of mine, and the three of us were traveling home to Rushden by car. It must have been one or two in the morning by the time the movie had finished, and being midwinter it was distinctly frosty outside. The main part of the journey was along the A45. There are hardly any buildings within easy walking distance of the road, which mainly cuts through fields, and parts of it are unlit. However, as with most dual-carriageways, there are sliproads that lead off to local towns and villages, with road bridges over.
On a particularly dark stretch of this road, we approached one of the aforementioned bridges, traveling at probably 60-70 m.p.h. As we did so, my friend and I clearly saw something caught in the glare of the headlights on the bridge above. My girlfriend (as she was concentrating on the road) saw nothing, but my friend and I both swung around to look out of the rear window as we passed under the bridge, to see if we could catch another glimpse of what we had just seen.
What the headlights had illuminated was a somewhat bedraggled looking woman in a traditional wedding dress, clutching a disarranged bouquet of flowers. She was walking slowly across the bridge, from our left to right. However, when we swung around, the woman was gone. Of course, it's possible that we just didn't see her the second time - it was dark, after all, and there were no cars following us to pick her out with their beams. But really we should have been able to see her anyway: she was wearing a fairly voluminous white dress, and was right in the center of the bridge! But why was this lady strolling across a road bridge in the middle of nowhere and in the middle of the night in freezing temperatures in her wedding dress?
I have no final punchline, such as "...and the next day we read in the papers that a jilted bride had plunged to her death from that very bridge..." but nevertheless it was a distinctly odd experience, and one that I've never forgotten.
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