Past Clinton Falls, the road narrows and turns until it becomes one lane as it crosses the Edna Collins Bridge, the only covered bridge in Indiana named after a woman. The red wooden bridge spans gentle Walnut Creek and the nearby woods are quiet and serene. But the stories about this covered bridge and others are anything but tranquil and give lie to the idea that life in the late 1800s and early 1900s, at least as lived in the country, was one of blissful peace.

More than 80 years ago, a mailman used to stop at the entrance to the Edna Collins Bridge and honk three times. A young girl would run across the bridge to get the mail. But one day she didn't come and the mailman later learned she had fallen into Walnut Creek and drowned. Now, ghost hunters stop at the same bridge at midnight and honk three times. And the little girl runs towards them as if to get the mail.