There's a bridge inside the town in our province, which is rumored to be haunted by ghosts.
One night, my uncle is riding with his motorcycle for home. The moment he passed the bridge, he felt an added weight on his back-seat, like someone just sat there. He knew about the stories in the bridge, so he sped up his motorcycle past the end of the bridge. The weight is lifted after that. He then breathes easily and try to look back, but when he did, the headless woman is still there, riding with him.
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