Ghost Stories from Goa - The Broken Bridge

Gopal was riding his motorbike on the Ponda-Curchorem Road heading towards Ponda. He was on a tour with his bikers’ group. For the last two hours, he had been riding. To answer nature’s call, he was looking for a suitable spot. He found a small road to his left and entered. That road was full of potholes, looked like decades had passed without any maintenance work.

Stopping his motorbike, he climbed down, went behind a bush to relieve himself. Then he came back and leaned on his vehicle. Removing a pack of cigarettes, he looked at the watch. It was 3:24 pm.

No problem… There is still time. My friends might have just reached Shiroda now. Thinking, Gopal put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it. He looked around to see the road was covered with lots of trees and bushes on either side, giving the feeling of a jungle. Then he saw a bridge like structure at the end of the road. He went to explore it.

It was an old iron bridge, built across the Zuari River. One could see the random patches of grass grown on it. The iron frames were rusted. In the middle, the bridge was broken. There was a small board on the left side of the bridge, displaying the name - Borim Bridge. Suddenly, he felt something pass behind him.

Gopal turned to his right to see a young woman, walking on the bridge. She went near the broken edge of the bridge. Shocked and confused, he threw the cigarette away, and running after her, he shouted, “Hey, stop!” She stopped and stood there for a few moments. Then she slightly turned her head towards him, and gave a smile. When he reached near her, she jumped off the bridge with a blood-curdling scream.

Horrified, Gopal peered down from the bridge. There was no trace of her; neither a splash nor any ripples in the water. He tried his best to figure out the situation. Dazed, he reached his motorbike and climbed up. Letting out a sigh, he picked up his helmet.

“So, where are we going?” A seductive voice whispered in Gopal’s left ear.

Startled, he looked back to see that same young woman, sitting behind him with a wicked smile. Screaming, he jumped off his motorbike and ran towards the main road. All the way long, he could hear her wicked laugh.

To Gopal’s luck, he met his friends as soon as he reached the main road. They were shocked to see him in that state, but couldn’t make out anything from his mumbling. After helping him calm down a bit, a couple of them went and retrieved the motorbike. Assessing his condition, the leader of the group told him to take some rest in the support vehicle, while someone else will ride his motorbike and he agreed. After some time, the group continued their journey.