After spending the day surfing at Santa Monica, Mason, his older brother River, and their best friend Dylan, were walking on the beach when Mason said they should go to the pier.

“No, I have a better idea,” said River. “Let’s go to Pasadena.”
After arguing for a while, stopping to get milkshakes, and driving for 45 minutes, they arrived in Pasadena at the Colorado Street Bridge,

“They call this the suicide bridge. Over 100 people have jumped off here. I’ve even heard of a woman in white who jumped off during the Great Depression, and now she tries to get people to jump with her,” River told them.
“Oh whatever,” said Mason, “Why are we even here. You know that’s not true.”

“I don’t know that and neither do you, but I guess we’ll find out.” He said as they all got out of Mason’s Jeep and started walking to the bridge. It was almost dark and they had only seen two cars pass since they got there.
“Let’s just go home. This is pointless,” said Dylan.

“Why? Are you scared?” asked River
“No.”
“Then keep walking,” River told him. So he did. They walked over the bridge a few times, but didn’t see anything.
Mason said, “See, I told you it wasn’t true, but you never believe me.”
“Yeah yeah. Let’s just leave,” said River

They started walking back across the bridge to leave when they all stopped, staring straight ahead at the woman who looked to be in her 20’s, wearing a white dress, and her face an unnatural shade of white. None of them moved until Mason said to run. They ran as fast as they could back to the Jeep. After they got in and locked the doors, they realized River wasn’t in there, so Mason and Dylan got back out and started running back to the bridge.

“No!” yelled Mason, but he was too late. River was holding the woman in white’s hand, and he jumped.
Five years later, Mason went back to the bridge for the first time since that day. After an hour, he was starting to walk back to his truck to go home when he turned around one last time and he saw the woman in white. And standing beside her was his brother, wearing the same clothes he was five years ago, and his face the same ghostly white as hers.