I had been reading about and hearing stories about this location for years and even saw a few segments on TV talking about how paranormal it is. So Leonor and I decided to take a ride up there and check it out. It was a little late in the day so when we actually arrived at the bridge, which was not in a scary location at all but off a very busy intersection. So, upon arrival I pulled into the parking lot and was not too confident that I was in the right spot. It was dark, there were surprisingly a lot of cars parked here and as I was pulling in another person was pulling in behind me. I immediately thought I must be in the wrong place. We watched the person who had just parked get out of their car and start making there way down this trail. We looked at each other and decided we should go up there and take a look. It wasn’t too dark but definitely getting towards dark, still well beyond sunset but the full moon provided a lot of visibility.
I grabbed a camera and we started making our way down to the bridge. The forest around it is supposed to be haunted also with shadow figures, disembodied voices, and other strange things. I felt absolutely none of this. I did get the vibe I was strolling through a picnic area with a ghost theme attempted to somehow spook people. There was a large group of ghost hunters, I say that very liberally, as the questions were not the average questions someone would ask a ghost, like, how did you die, are you angry, tell us if your spirit is still tormented. They though felt compelled to ask Goatman if he disliked his name and that a bunch of giggly woman were bothering him by being on his bridge. But as most men are around a bunch of women like this, Goatman remained silent.
There was one group with a couple of men one of these gentlemen had what looked to be high tech ghost hunting gear, like spirit box and one of those rumba things that the light changes when a ghost is supposed to be close. He also had something with a screen where the ghost would apparently use the electrical powers to transmit a message like a paranormal text message to the ghost hunter asking the question. Knowing a ghost can text better than most of my own family makes me just LOL. Though as I walked across the bridge that is supposed to curse you when you walk to the end and tell the Goatman to follow you back felt more like a peaceful place to smoke a jay with your friends and enjoy the still river beneath you. The hiking trails did look very inviting but given it was the middle of the night at this point I chose to stick around the bridge with the paranormal experts.
In short dear friends, you may be more likely to catch a buzz and a calm breeze than a glimpse at a terrifying demon at this particular bridge here in Denton. Take this with a grain of salt but the atmosphere seemed more like a carnival environment than scary and I had no feelings of dread or strange feelings of being watched or anything that felt negative in anyway. It was actually quite the opposite, it was a very peaceful and beautiful place. I am not going to say do not check it out but do not expect a visit from the “other side” but go and enjoy a piece of history at this old truss bridge, enjoy the quiet, explore the trails, and really relax in a piece of Texas history.
Dan Goes Outside 