As told by Patrick McNicholas, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
As officer Murphy pulled up to the accident site, all he could see beyond the lights of the ambulance and first responders was mangled metal wrapped around a telephone pole. All he could hear was the sound of a young girl, who seemed to be the only survivor of the accident, screaming uncontrollably, “Where is she? Where is she? The woman in the woods! Where is she?”
Upon inspection of the accident scene, there looked to be two dead. It was tough to tell because the accident was pretty horrific and worse than he had seen on this road in a long time. The young teenager’s body in the front passenger side was contorted and twisted. The other was tossed at least 30 feet from the wreckage into the woods beyond the telephone pole and there was blood dripping from the open car door, as well as all over the blown out windshield.
Officer Murphy thought to himself, “My god! I can’t believe the amount of blood and carnage this time.”
Unfortunately, he had been in this situation quite a few times during his career with the Baldwin Police Force. Becks Run Road is known in this area as a very deadly road to travel on because of the unusually high amount of fatalities that the road has seen over the years. Every couple of years, the police are called out to clean up another car accident; but this time was different, this time he had a survivor.
The young girl looked to be about 16 years old and was pretty bruised up. It was obvious that she was very scared, but was talking and still coherent. When Officer Murphy approached her, she looked right in his eyes and said, “I saw her. I saw her and now they’re all dead!”
He asked her, “Who? Who did you see, tell me what happened so I can help you?”
She said they had been driving home from a party when they started down Becks Run Road.
“We had come around the first bend and I saw a figure walking on the side of the road. As we drove past I could see that it was an old woman in a long black shawl. The woman looked directly at me and had a stark white face, as white as a ghost, with black hollow eyes. We drove by her so fast that when I looked behind me, through the rear view mirror, she was gone, but as we moved further down the road, I saw her again. I yelled to Brandon and Mellissa, who were in the front seat, “Do you see her this time?”, but they weren’t paying attention. When I tried to point her out she was gone, it was like she had just disappeared. As we got to the bottom of the hill she appeared again on the road in front of us. We all saw her this time! Brandon swerved to miss her and that’s how we wrecked. When I came to, I could see her in the woods looking down on me. I could see her pale face in the moonlight and her eyes staring in to my soul.
“She is coming for me isn’t she? She is coming for me like she came for them!! Please don’t let her get me, don’t let her take me too!”, the girl screamed.
Officer Murphy couldn’t help but to think of the folklore that surrounds this road. This wasn’t the first time he had heard about an old woman who haunts this road and the woods surrounding it. Up until this point he always dismissed it as simply that, folklore, just an old story to tell kids so they slow down when they drive this road.
The young girl was becoming hysterical and needed medical care immediately; they took her away in an ambulance. As Officer Murphy surveyed the scene one last time, he noticed something very odd. Carved six feet above the mangled vehicle in to the telephone pole that the kids hit, was a strange symbol. It looked like a crescent moon with the letter ‘t’ in the center. It struck him odd and then he remembered where he had seen it before. A few years back he had responded to a call about a group of kids who had committed suicide together in the woods, right above where this accident had taken place. There was a water tower back there where the kids used to go and party. They found three kids dead, hanging from that tower; seared in to the side of the tower, next to the dead kids was that same symbol, like someone had burned it in to the metal. Officer Murphy took one long last look in to the woods before he got back in to his car and drove away, down the winding stretch known as Becks Run Road.
As officer Murphy pulled up to the accident site, all he could see beyond the lights of the ambulance and first responders was mangled metal wrapped around a telephone pole. All he could hear was the sound of a young girl, who seemed to be the only survivor of the accident, screaming uncontrollably, “Where is she? Where is she? The woman in the woods! Where is she?”
Upon inspection of the accident scene, there looked to be two dead. It was tough to tell because the accident was pretty horrific and worse than he had seen on this road in a long time. The young teenager’s body in the front passenger side was contorted and twisted. The other was tossed at least 30 feet from the wreckage into the woods beyond the telephone pole and there was blood dripping from the open car door, as well as all over the blown out windshield.
Officer Murphy thought to himself, “My god! I can’t believe the amount of blood and carnage this time.”
Unfortunately, he had been in this situation quite a few times during his career with the Baldwin Police Force. Becks Run Road is known in this area as a very deadly road to travel on because of the unusually high amount of fatalities that the road has seen over the years. Every couple of years, the police are called out to clean up another car accident; but this time was different, this time he had a survivor.
The young girl looked to be about 16 years old and was pretty bruised up. It was obvious that she was very scared, but was talking and still coherent. When Officer Murphy approached her, she looked right in his eyes and said, “I saw her. I saw her and now they’re all dead!”
He asked her, “Who? Who did you see, tell me what happened so I can help you?”
She said they had been driving home from a party when they started down Becks Run Road.
“We had come around the first bend and I saw a figure walking on the side of the road. As we drove past I could see that it was an old woman in a long black shawl. The woman looked directly at me and had a stark white face, as white as a ghost, with black hollow eyes. We drove by her so fast that when I looked behind me, through the rear view mirror, she was gone, but as we moved further down the road, I saw her again. I yelled to Brandon and Mellissa, who were in the front seat, “Do you see her this time?”, but they weren’t paying attention. When I tried to point her out she was gone, it was like she had just disappeared. As we got to the bottom of the hill she appeared again on the road in front of us. We all saw her this time! Brandon swerved to miss her and that’s how we wrecked. When I came to, I could see her in the woods looking down on me. I could see her pale face in the moonlight and her eyes staring in to my soul.
“She is coming for me isn’t she? She is coming for me like she came for them!! Please don’t let her get me, don’t let her take me too!”, the girl screamed.
Officer Murphy couldn’t help but to think of the folklore that surrounds this road. This wasn’t the first time he had heard about an old woman who haunts this road and the woods surrounding it. Up until this point he always dismissed it as simply that, folklore, just an old story to tell kids so they slow down when they drive this road.
The young girl was becoming hysterical and needed medical care immediately; they took her away in an ambulance. As Officer Murphy surveyed the scene one last time, he noticed something very odd. Carved six feet above the mangled vehicle in to the telephone pole that the kids hit, was a strange symbol. It looked like a crescent moon with the letter ‘t’ in the center. It struck him odd and then he remembered where he had seen it before. A few years back he had responded to a call about a group of kids who had committed suicide together in the woods, right above where this accident had taken place. There was a water tower back there where the kids used to go and party. They found three kids dead, hanging from that tower; seared in to the side of the tower, next to the dead kids was that same symbol, like someone had burned it in to the metal. Officer Murphy took one long last look in to the woods before he got back in to his car and drove away, down the winding stretch known as Becks Run Road.
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