David G. Stone
Some bridges connect two sides of a river. Others connect the living and the dead.In the misty twilight of Florida’s Panhandle, where Spanish moss drapes ancient oaks like funeral shrouds, stands a bridge that refuses to let the past rest. For over a century, travelers have reported encounters with a figure in white-a bride whose wedding day became her funeral, whose love story transformed into legend.Elizabeth Jane Bellamy was meant to find happiness on her wedding day in 1837. Instead, she found eternity. When her carriage plunged into the dark waters of the Chipola River, her spirit remained, forever bound to the wooden bridge that witnessed her final moments. Now, she walks between worlds, appearing to those who dare cross her domain after dark.
