An act of pure evil haunts an old bridge and town for over a hundred years. There are four types of people who stumble upon that bridge. The stupid, the thoughtless, unsuspecting strangers, and the very young and innocent. In the summer before the bridge was abandoned the only thing you had to worry about on that bridge was an oncoming train but in the winter…Not since the nineteen sixties has anyone had to worry about that anytime of the year but during the winter there’s something else on that bridge. No one knows what that something is but during the winter months anyone who wonders up on the deck of that bridge is never seen again, at least nothing of them other than the gory bloody specks scattered over the surface. Whatever it is that cast its evil there anyone who has ever seen it hasn’t returned to tell their story, until recently. The first few who have it’s only through the mad ravings of minds that couldn’t deal with what they saw and heard that the story begins to emerge but soon others escape the madness but not the nightmares. The police chief is one who has now seen it and is determined to bring an end to the evil even if it means blowing up that damn bridge resulting in him spending the rest of his life in prison. All George knows for sure is that someone or something has to stop it before any more are listed as missing. George also knows that the people listed as missing are actually dead.