I was sleeping over at my friend Payton's house for her birthday. We went for a walk around midnight with her friend Sam and sister Cassidy. We went into her father's garden, which had an eerie glow over it from the moon. "Let's go, I don't feel safe," Payton said after a few minutes. We left the garden and started walking down the road towards a creepy old bridge. I remembered Payton telling me how something had chased her away from the bridge. I brought it up. "Don't worry," she assured me, "it feels safe down here tonight." We kept walking. After a few minutes I started to feel dizzy. Everyone stopped and helped me keep on my feet. I only get that dizzy feeling when something bad is going to happen. From down closer to the bridge we heard a loud growl and whipped our heads around to see what it was. There were bushes on both sides of the road, but from the top of the hill we could see everything. There was nothing there. We started backing up towards the house, scanning the road and sides of the road for any sign of life. It was a perfectly clear night, not too hot and not too cold. But out of nowhere, a wispy white fog blew over the bridge and another growl, louder this time, echoed from the bridge. "Run..." Payton muttered. She didn't have to tell any of us twice. Despite still being incredibly dizzy, I managed to keep pace with the others. None of us dared to look back until we were safely at the top of Payton's driveway. The fog had made it about halfway up the hill but it was starting to recede "What was that?" I asked. "I don't know, but it's chased me away from there before. I thought it'd be safe since there was so many of us, but I guess there isn't safety in numbers when it comes to that thing," Payton told us.

I've never been back to her house, or that bridge. And to this day, I still have no clue what chased us or what happened. All I know is that it scared me out of my mind.