There are a ton of covered bridges in the north eastern
United States. However, maybe none quite as infamous
as the Gold Brook Covered Bridge, more commonly
known as Emily’s Bridge, in Stowe, Vermont.
Located on Covered Bridge Rd in Stowe this bridge was
built in 1844 over the Gold Brook, stands only about 50
feet long, and, even though weather hasn’t been all that nice
to the bridge, many of the beams you see in the bridge today are original.
Now while those are some cool facts, they aren’t what makes
this bridge famous. This bridge is famous all because of a
woman named Emily. No one really knows who she was
or if she ever actually existed as there are no records of an Emily
in the area, but her story of heartbreak and lost love is ultimately
what brings people to this bridge.
Back in the time of horse drawn wagons there was a young
woman, lovestruck and ready to run off with the man of her
dreams. They planned to meet at the bridge to elope
however, things didn’t go quite as planned. Emily arrived at the
bridge alone and waited for her lover to show up. She waited and
waited and waited, but he never came for her. He sent no note, no
message, he simply just did not show up. (What a piece of trash!) He left her alone and
broken-hearted and for Emily the pain was too much to bear. She
climbed up into the rafters, wrapped a noose around her neck, and took her own life.
Emily’s life might have ended that night, but her time on the
bridge has not. Many have had meetings with young Emily, but
she certainly doesn’t act in a way you would expect. Instead
of being sad she is vengeful attacking anyone who
dares to spend time on her bridge. People have reported long
scratches on their vehicles after crossing the bridge and some
have even been scratched on their bodies to the point of bleeding.
I mean like girl….I get it….that man done did you dirty, but why
do you gotta take it out on everyone else? Shouldn’t you be going
after the good for nothing jerk that left you there? Guess it’s
true what they say…hell hath no fury like a woman
scorned and ain’t no one safe. Lol
So there’s the story of Emily. Now, it is time for mine. As you can
see from the pictures above I decided to check out Emily’s Bridge
during the day first. (I started trying to do this with all the
haunted locations I visit because you just get much better pictures
during the day. Who knew light would be so helpful with
pictures? Lol) The drive to the bridge and the area around it was
really pretty with some fall colors and if I didn’t know anything
about this bridge I definitely wouldn’t have thought it was
haunted. (When you arrive at the bridge there is a little parking
area on the east side you can park at.)
When I arrived there was a family down by the water, but other
than that I had the bridge all to myself. I took pictures of the
outside and then it was time to go walk onto the bridge. I took
my time walking across it, stopping to take pictures and examine
the interior all while waiting for something to happen. Maybe a
feeling, a little tug, a scratch, but there was nothing. It just felt like
I was walking across a normal covered bridge.
So after crossing the bridge twice
I went off to do some other things in town and watched sunset near sunset rock.
Once the sun was below the horizon and the sky began to darken
I headed back to Emily’s Bridge. When I got there I was so
relieved because…y’all….there were other people! Praise the Lord!
However, as the light continued to disappear from the sky my
fellow bridge buddies inched closer and closer to their respective
cars until doors were opened and I watched them drive away
over the bridge into the night. I was all alone at the haunted bridge.
The bridge where people said they have been scratched to
the point of bleeding. Yaaaay.
I sat in my car for a little while waiting for the sky to darken just
a little more hoping to see someone else show up. I watched as
a car turned down the road, slammed on their brakes upon
seeing the bridge, and then quickly threw it in reverse and
drove away. *nervous laugh* Not long after seeing that I decided
I had waited long enough. I got out of my car, flashlight in hand, and
slowly inched my way towards the bridge.
I made it to the edge of the bridge, fully intending to walk out
onto it while filming for all y’all to see, BUT I couldn’t do it.
I’m sorry, I really am! As I am writing this now I wish I would
have done it, but ya girl chicken. I took one look into the dark
abyss and decided I wasn’t about to go walking out onto that!
I stood at the edge, shining my flashlight around, trying to build
the courage to do it and then eventually sprinted back into my
car and got the heck out of there. I did manage to get a video of
me driving over the bridge though! Lol
Now of course after the bridge I decided to take a look at my
pictures from the evening and y’all…..I about spit out my water
when I saw this one. I circled what caught my attention so you
can find it….anyone else think this looks like a face? Like
someone hanging out up in the rafters? (oh…um…no pun intended lol)
Here is a photo I took earlier in the day from about the same location to compare.
Y’all…..did I catch a ghost on film?! Lemme know in the comments what you think!
So that was my experience at Emily’s Bridge. Would you go to
this haunted bridge at night and test your luck with the ghost of Emily?