Suicide Bridge

 Two friends, Anton and Maxim, lived in a big city and were fond of supernatural phenomena. One day, they were sitting at a computer together on the Internet and found a website where many "urban legends" were collected. They read a story there about a suspension bridge that was located near their city. There were many photos of the bridge and the area around it on the website. It was claimed that this suspension bridge crossing a mountain gorge had become a favorite suicide spot for unknown reasons. Every year, several people threw themselves off the bridge and fell to their deaths. Some people believed that this bridge was cursed and haunted by the ghosts of all those who had once committed suicide there.

Anton offered to go to the bridge right away, but Maxim had a lot to do, and they decided to postpone the visit. Nevertheless, after returning home, Anton decided to go there alone — he really wanted to see the ghosts.

It was almost midnight when Anton approached the bridge. There wasn't a single person around. The atmosphere was ominous, and a chill ran down Anton's spine.

—Wow, it's creepy here," he muttered, cautiously approaching the edge of the bridge to look down. He thought of all those unfortunate people who had rushed into the inky darkness of the gorge. The sight made the hairs on his head stand on end.

Anton was so impressed with the bridge that he decided to call Maxim right now and tell him about it. He took out his mobile phone and dialed his friend's number. However, due to the fact that it was outside the city, the signal was not powerful enough. But when he looked around, he noticed a lone phone booth to the side. He went into the booth, dropped a coin into the phone and called Maxim.

— Hello, Maxim? Guess where I am now! — He said enthusiastically. "I'm on the suspension bridge we read about. The view is amazing! You should come here tomorrow and take a look at it.

—Yes, that would be nice," Max replied. — The place looks creepy even in the photos on the website, and if you look at it yourself… Wait a minute, where are you calling from?

"From a payphone near the bridge,— Anton said casually.

His friend was confused:

"What payphone?" There is no payphone there. Well, at least it wasn't in those photos.…

"What are you talking about?"  Anton was surprised. — There's a payphone here, but I'm standing in it, in a phone booth right at the entrance to the bridge... okay, I'd better go, because there's a whole queue lined up to make a call. We'll call you when I get home.

He was about to put down the phone, but then Max, overshadowed by a bad premonition, shouted:

— no! Anton, don't come out of the booth! There's something wrong! I'll be there in half an hour. No matter what happens, don't leave the booth!

"What's the matter?"  Anton asked, confused.

"Just promise me you won't budge a step." Don't move and don't hang up. I'm on my way!

When his friend hung up, Anton felt a wave of fear wash over him. He stood in the booth and held the phone receiver to his ear. Looking back, he saw a long line of people who were silently watching him. They stood motionless and stared at him in silence, pale, without a single color on their faces.

Half an hour later, Max ran to the bridge and found his friend standing on the very edge of the cliff. He held his mobile phone next to his ear.

There was no phone booth and no people. If his friend had taken even one step, he would have fallen into the gorge and inevitably crashed.