Ghosts of Polk
County, A Collection of Ghost Stories Based on
Polk County
by Tom WelchIt was never known how
Sonny drowned. Since he had just assumed it was
accidental and never questioned the incident any
further. Sonny was buried in a pauper's grave and
folks thereabouts proceeded to forget about the
strange derelict who frequented the old bridge.
But
Sonny would not be so easily forgotten. A few
months after his death he was seen again on the
covered bridge!
Now, in
the old days, covered bridges often came to have
the reputation of being haunted. Bats fluttering
about, loose planks and boards, and long,
inky-black shadows inside the bridge invariably
contributed to the "ghostly" atmosphere
and helped spin lots of yarns.
But in
this case, it was apparently more than just a few
tall tales. Many reliable townspeople on various
occasions reported seeing Sonny. There were too
many sightings to dismiss them as creative
fantasies.
One of
the most detailed sightings was reported by a
young lawyer who was crossing the bridge one
fogshrouded night. As his buggy was entering the
bridge, he noticed that his horse hesitated to
plunge into the shadows. It bewildered the man,
because the animal had never before shown any
reluctance to cross the bridge, day or night.
When they were a little more than half way
across, the horse reared up and started making an
awful commotion. At about the same time, the
lawyer heard hurried footsteps and in the
greenish-yellow glow from the gas streetlight on
the south side of the river, he saw a figure
standing at the far end of the bridge.
Despite
the fog, the lawyer always insisted that he saw
the figure clearly. It was Sonny, wearing that
same shabby, threadbare overcoat with the
knapsack over one shoulder.
Sonny
continued to make frequent appearances on the old
covered bridge on South First Street until 1916.
On February twenty-first of that year, the bridge
was swept away by an ice jam. After that, Sonny
was seen less frequently--once in awhile on the
bridge on Second and Elm, now and then on the
Market Street Trestle bridge.
He never
seemed to find a bridge he liked as well as the
First Street bridge, however, and eventually, he
was never seen again.
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