Helen’s Bridge. Even if you don’t live in Asheville, NC you’ve probably heard of it.
It was also known as Zealandia’s bridge, which connects to Zealandia castle. So, why do they call it Helen’s bridge?
The story I grew up with, was a woman named Helen lived in the castle with her daughter. One day, the castle caught fire while Helen was putting clothes out on the line. Her baby died in the fire and Helen could never forgive herself for not being able to save her child. So, she walked to the bridge and hung herself.
Now, I’ve heard several different versions of the story. Some say Helen lived in the castle, that she lived on the grounds of the castle, there’s even a version that say Helen was a mistress to the castle owner. I don’t know which one is true, never asked her.
Someone even told me that Helen never existed; that a man who worked for the castle died up there somehow and that’s who haunts the grounds.
Either way, someone died around that area, and now people claim to see things.
Legend says if you go to Helen’s bridge, you’ll see her there, in her white gown; asking where her child is. It’s also said that if you go up at midnight and call out, ‘Helen come forth’, three times, she’ll show up. I’ve heard several people say their car has stalled there or they had some type of car issue.
I have never had car trouble there. And YES, I’ve been there. A few times actually. Even though it has a scary story linked to it, the bridge is beautiful in its own way. I’ve also never gone up there after dark, nor have I called out to her. I’m not going to either. I’ve got enough problems. So, I can’t say I’ve actually seen, heard, or felt anything there. Thank God.
My main problem, when I do visit, is that someone always pops up out of the bushes. My number one question is, WHY ARE YOU PEOPLE IN THE BUSHES? You know what, strike that, I don’t want to know. But I’ll have to say, if memory serves me right, EVERY TIME I’ve gone, someone has popped out of a bush or out of the woods. It’s the most random thing, it’s also very awkward when you make eye contact.
They also have the nerve to look at you like YOU’RE crazy. Hello, sir or madam, who just randomly fell out of the woods. How’s it going?
One particular day, a good friend of mine, who loves ghost hunting, ventured to the bridge with me to do some filming. I was under the bridge filming while she was off filming something else. In all honestly, I was filming for my YouTube channel. You can find that video below.
CLICK HERE FOR YOUTUBE VIDEO
I was looking straight up at the bridge when I heard the bushes near me moving. I turned to see a man and his dog step through the trees. We made that awkward eye contact I mentioned earlier and then he veered off in the opposite direction.
I turned back to the bridge and listened to their footsteps disappear. I had a clear shot of my friend who was also filming, I could get her attention if I wanted to but I’d have to shout, she was so far from me. I peered through my lens to make sure I was getting a good shot when the leaves behind me started rustling.
Whatever it was, it was coming up behind me. Naturally, being where I was and being who I am, there were only two scenarios I could come up with at that point. Either that man and his dog snuck up behind me to kill and/or kidnap me or it was Helen. It took a bit to muster up the courage to look behind me. When I did, there was no one there. And of course, everything fell quiet.
Yep. If I can just make it to my car, I promise to never come here again.
I turned back around to yell at my friend when the leaves started rustling behind me again. And no, it wasn’t the wind. There was no wind.
Against my better judgement, I wheeled around to look. Every movie I have ever watched, has taught me better than this. I let myself down.
Again, there was nothing there. But the leaves were still rustling. It had been years since I had sprinted, but I was entertaining the thought. I glanced down, bewildered at this point. I saw it then. Weaving himself through the leaves, right at my feet, was a tiny little mole.
Dude, really?
I watched as this tiny little thing sniffed around for food and then disappeared under the leaves.
Well, cute as he was, that made my heart hurt. AND CUT! We’re done for the day.
It was also known as Zealandia’s bridge, which connects to Zealandia castle. So, why do they call it Helen’s bridge?
The story I grew up with, was a woman named Helen lived in the castle with her daughter. One day, the castle caught fire while Helen was putting clothes out on the line. Her baby died in the fire and Helen could never forgive herself for not being able to save her child. So, she walked to the bridge and hung herself.
Now, I’ve heard several different versions of the story. Some say Helen lived in the castle, that she lived on the grounds of the castle, there’s even a version that say Helen was a mistress to the castle owner. I don’t know which one is true, never asked her.
Someone even told me that Helen never existed; that a man who worked for the castle died up there somehow and that’s who haunts the grounds.
Either way, someone died around that area, and now people claim to see things.
Legend says if you go to Helen’s bridge, you’ll see her there, in her white gown; asking where her child is. It’s also said that if you go up at midnight and call out, ‘Helen come forth’, three times, she’ll show up. I’ve heard several people say their car has stalled there or they had some type of car issue.
I have never had car trouble there. And YES, I’ve been there. A few times actually. Even though it has a scary story linked to it, the bridge is beautiful in its own way. I’ve also never gone up there after dark, nor have I called out to her. I’m not going to either. I’ve got enough problems. So, I can’t say I’ve actually seen, heard, or felt anything there. Thank God.
My main problem, when I do visit, is that someone always pops up out of the bushes. My number one question is, WHY ARE YOU PEOPLE IN THE BUSHES? You know what, strike that, I don’t want to know. But I’ll have to say, if memory serves me right, EVERY TIME I’ve gone, someone has popped out of a bush or out of the woods. It’s the most random thing, it’s also very awkward when you make eye contact.
They also have the nerve to look at you like YOU’RE crazy. Hello, sir or madam, who just randomly fell out of the woods. How’s it going?
One particular day, a good friend of mine, who loves ghost hunting, ventured to the bridge with me to do some filming. I was under the bridge filming while she was off filming something else. In all honestly, I was filming for my YouTube channel. You can find that video below.
CLICK HERE FOR YOUTUBE VIDEO
I was looking straight up at the bridge when I heard the bushes near me moving. I turned to see a man and his dog step through the trees. We made that awkward eye contact I mentioned earlier and then he veered off in the opposite direction.
I turned back to the bridge and listened to their footsteps disappear. I had a clear shot of my friend who was also filming, I could get her attention if I wanted to but I’d have to shout, she was so far from me. I peered through my lens to make sure I was getting a good shot when the leaves behind me started rustling.
Whatever it was, it was coming up behind me. Naturally, being where I was and being who I am, there were only two scenarios I could come up with at that point. Either that man and his dog snuck up behind me to kill and/or kidnap me or it was Helen. It took a bit to muster up the courage to look behind me. When I did, there was no one there. And of course, everything fell quiet.
Yep. If I can just make it to my car, I promise to never come here again.
I turned back around to yell at my friend when the leaves started rustling behind me again. And no, it wasn’t the wind. There was no wind.
Against my better judgement, I wheeled around to look. Every movie I have ever watched, has taught me better than this. I let myself down.
Again, there was nothing there. But the leaves were still rustling. It had been years since I had sprinted, but I was entertaining the thought. I glanced down, bewildered at this point. I saw it then. Weaving himself through the leaves, right at my feet, was a tiny little mole.
Dude, really?
I watched as this tiny little thing sniffed around for food and then disappeared under the leaves.
Well, cute as he was, that made my heart hurt. AND CUT! We’re done for the day.
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