Author's Note: Hey everybody! Wow, it has been so so so long since I last posted a story here. So now I did. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! Ok, -ahem- so I read this amazing, incredible story by this awesome author who goes by the name of snozboz. Now, that story was so good, that I wrote my own version of it. It's pretty much the same, only a little more descriptive and changed slightly so that it would match with the Danny Phantom series. And I really wanted to post it, because it is such a good story, so I sent snozboz a message asking if I could post my story here, since it was her story to begin with. And she let me, so here I am, posting my version of her story. So I guess what I'm really trying to say is,

Disclaimer; THIS STORY DOES NOT BELONG TO ME. THIS IS A RE-WRITTEN VERSION OF snozboz's STORY, GOOSEBUMPS: THE BRIDGE. TO SEE THE ORIGINAL STORY, PLEASE GO TO snozboz's LOOKUP. (: (:


The Bridge

Chapter One

It wasn't supposed to happen. I never meant for it to end this way. I'm sitting here in a corner of my room, huddled up into a small ball. A strand of my long black hair falls into my face from behind my ear. I brush it back.

It was an accident. She didn't deserve it. She was a great friend. Loyal. Cheerful. Sarcastic. But I know she's dead now. Lying at the bottom of the river, her eyes blank. Lifeless. An empty shell of a body. I know it won't be long until they find her. Find me.

I remember exactly what happened. It's so clear to me, so vividly clear. I close my eyes and my memory instantly plays that video. Over and over again. Replaying it.

-Flashback-

"Hey, look at this! I found a little stream!"

I begin to walk over to her, but she holds up a hand to stop me. She explains that the rocks are sharp and slippery. I nod, completely ignoring her. She's not important enough to listen to.

Nevertheless, I carefully make my way over to her. We stand there, looking at the trickling stream. Trees tower over us, partly blocking out the sunlight. A few small squirrels scamper up the trees, chattering excitedly to one another. It's so peaceful here.

"Cool. Look at that bird." She points to a pretty blue bird resting on a branch near us.

I nod. Suddenly, she gazes at the river and jumps across the slippery rocks. A few seconds later, she's standing on the other side of the river, waiting for me with an almost uncharacteristic patience. I know she wants me to follow her.

I do, and then I'm on the other side with her. She walks away from the river onto a worn dirt path. I wrinkle my nose at the thought of walking on it with my new shoes.

But, I do. We laugh and joke about people from our school, the geeks in particular, as we walk along the worn dirt path towards a small wooden bridge that crosses over a stream.

-End Flashback-

I know I shouldn't have done what I did next. I wish I would have known that then. Maybe I could have avoided this. I hate to think of what I did. It makes me feel so guilty. I want to disappear. Vanish off the face of the earth. I look around my room. What's to stop me?

I think back to what I did.

-Flashback-

We cross the bridge. It creaks under our weight. She rushes over to the side to look over at the stream below.

There's a small ledge connected to the bridge. She's leaning over the railing, looking out at the gentle stream. I tell her to climb over the railing and stand on the ledge. Then she'd be able to see properly.

She looks unsure for a moment, then sighs and asks me to help her over the railing. I agree and help her over.

She stands on the ledge for a moment. Then, she begins to walk along it, testing it. It was then that I noticed the ledge had no support.

I jump lightly on the bridge, and she wobbles on the ledge. She catches her balance and turns to look at me. She smiles. "I am so glad I have great balance," she says.

I laugh and question how great her balance really was. I jump on the bridge again, a little harder this time, and the ledge snaps in two like a twig.

It collapses under her weight and she falls. I watch as she falls, unable to move, rooted to my place. She screams and reaches a hand out to grab a part of the bridge, anything that will keep her from falling. She misses. There's a splash of water, and then silence.

I carefully walk over to the edge and gaze down. Her body is no where to be seen, but the jagged rocks are spattered with blood.

Suddenly, her head pops up from under the water and she screams again, pleading for me to help her. But the current is much to fast, and before I can move, she's whisked away. There was nothing I could do.

-End Flashback-

I should never have tested her balance. I thought the ledge was stronger. I didn't know. It was a stupid mistake. One I'll never be able to forgive myself of.

I look over at the clock on the wall. Then, my gaze drifts lower, to the door. She's there. Watching me. Grinning crookedly. Haunting me. Any minute they'll be here and she knows it. I won't be here though.

I can't stand the way she's looking at me, smiling. She knows what happened. What will happen. What I'm about to do. I can tell.

I stand up and walk over to my window. Below I can see a small forest. Weaving through the trees, I recognize the small bridge over the trickling stream. The bridge where I watched her fall less than an hour ago. Right underneath my window I can see the stone steps which lead to the pond.

I open my window. I can't believe it has come to this.

Forgive me.