The sighting of a ghost

"I really don't like you coming here. There are a lot of bad stories about this place." fretted my boyfriend, Jake.
"Please. You don't really believe all those stories about the ghost of a monster being here, do you?" I asked him.
"You never know Melissa." he responded. I rolled my eyes and got out of the car. I had my camera ready. This bridge, the Cruso Bridge, was so pretty. I just had to take a few pictures. I took my camera and went under the bridge. I took a few pictures, and heard a low noise that sounded like a growl. I looked around, but saw nothing. I shrugged my shoulders and adjusted some settings on my camera. I heard the noise again. A breeze blew past than was a bit to cold considering it was July. I stiffened. I turned my head, nothing there. I slowly walked back to the car.
"I'm done." I told Jake. He drove us back home.

When we were home, I uploaded my pictures into the computer. I started to scroll through them, then stopped on one. Was it really...? I started to shake. There was a pale figure of a beast with the body of a horse, head of a lion, and wings of an eagle. I turned off my computer. From then on, I knew I would never go back to that bridge.