Bunny Man’s Bridge

Published June 19, 2012 by thinkinbout

Ha! Roadside America is one of my favorite websites since it has info so many quirky, cool, unusual attractions in every state. But I was surprised to see that Bunny Man’s Bridge is listed! Here’s a blurb about it from Roadside America. I can’t give a complete or accurate description because so many different versions of the story abounded in high school. 

The story of the Bunny Man Bridge is pretty well known for those who live in Northern Virginia. The story that most people hear is that back in the early 1900s there was an asylum located in Clifton, Virginia. Residents weren’t happy about such a place so close to their homes, so they petitioned to get the asylum moved. At some point, all those who were living in the asylum were relocated by bus. An accident occurred during the bus ride, and everyone on board escaped. Within a few months, the escapees were found, except for 2 men: Marcus Wallster and Douglas Grifon.

The police continued searching, and kept coming upon half-eaten rabbit carcasses. Eventually they found the body of Marcus Wallster by the Fairfax Station Bridge (today known as the Bunny Man Bridge). Believing it was Marcus responsible for the rabbit carcasses, they called him the Bunny Man. While still searching for the last missing man, Douglas Grifon, more rabbit carcasses were discovered.

The search was called off after a few months of no leads, and people assumed the man had either died or left town.

That is, until the supposed murders that occurred by the bridge. Remembering what had happened at the bridge only a year or so earlier, local teens went to the bridge on Halloween night to have what they thought would be a fun scare. The story goes that at midnight, several teenagers were hung at the bridge while one (who had wandered some distance from the group) managed to escape unhurt. In shock by what she had seen, and sputtering nothing but nonsense words, she was eventually charged with the murder of the other teens and sent to a home for the insane.

More murder took place in the 1940’s, same as before. Group of teens out on Halloween night looking for fun. All are discovered dead.

In the 1970’s, three more people were said to have been found murdered at the Bunny Man Bridge.

Many people are skeptical about what has really happened around the bridge regarding the infamous Halloween “murders”. It’s hard to say if anyone ever actually died around the bridge or if someone just concocted a pretty darn good story.

Whatever the truth is to the Bunny Man Bridge, it’s still a good story and roadside stop to spook the wits out of you. [Kaitlyn, 07/13/2008] (continued below)

It was almost a rite of passage to visit it during high school. I, however, didn’t make it until I was 23 years old. It was dark and I had 3 other passengers with me, including you, JULIE!! (My sister) I was driving, and my friends and I were completely trying to outdo one another with spooky tales of what might happen once we arrived at the bridge. When you arrive, you notice that passage under the bridge is extremely narrow, and there was no way I was going to go through it, I was way too scared. Out there it is very dark, you’re away from the lights of other parts of suburbia, and that only makes it all the more frightening!
I pulled up to the bridge, headlights illuminating the bridge while the passage through it was just a black hole. I tried to turn around (which is not an easy feat in this part of the narrow road), and when I finally did, I saw several dark shapes that were moving quickly in front of my car. Of course, since I was already scared to death, I screamed and pressed the accelerator. Well, I realized that it was just a bunch of teenagers, but it was funny to see them dart out of the way so quickly. At that moment, however, adrenaline had kicked in and my heart was pounding in my chest. 
The second, and only other time I have been back, was 2 years ago in the summer-in the daylight. This time I was with my boyfriend and his son. I wanted to show him one of northern VA’s haunts, and, it being daylight and all, thought I would be big and brave. Nope. As soon as we pulled up I got really nervous again. This time I could see what was on the other side of the bridge: people out for a walk, and even walking a dog. But they gave us these looks like we were trespassing. I got really scared again because of the intensity with which I perceived they were looking at us. If you click on the following picture it should enlarge it and you’ll be able to see the people in the background. 
That’s my Bunny Man’s bridge story. I am just a total nut case when it comes that bridge.

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