You know that infamous rest stop between Fresno and Merced that newlywed couples stop at to eat on their wedding day? There’s an urban legend that you never stop there at night because it’s haunted.

The story goes that long ago that a newlywed Hmong couple stopped there on their way to the groom’s home where the groom’s ex-girlfriend was there waiting for them. Now, the ex-girlfriend had dumped the husband a few years prior but once news hit that he was getting married, she had a change of heart — and so he did as well. So, the husband and ex ran off leaving the new bride alone. The new bride became so angry and heartbroken that she took off her Hmong clothes: the hat, the silver necklace, the coins, the dress, all of it, and stuffed them into a nearby trash can and demanded to be taken home. She did return a week later to the rest area only to be found hanging from the celling in one of the female bathrooms by passersbys.

Weeks after her death, there had been new reports of young woman in Hmong clothes spotted wandering the rest area at night, often spooking newlywed couples from far distances, causing the wedding parties to flee in terror, so much so they didn’t bother to pack up their food. She became somewhat of a legend — a vengeful ghost bride who wanted to steal the souls of new grooms and bad omens to newlywed couples who encountered her would end up with failed marriages down the road.

This went on for a while until it was debunked by a friend of mine who had a brother who was a cop in the area. Turns out it was that a homeless lady had found the dumped Hmong clothing of the dead bride and kept it for herself as she thought it was valuable and took it to her small camp on the outskirts of the rest area, hidden by tall grass and bushes. The homeless woman donned the clothing one night and was seen by a Hmong wedding party taking a small meal break, who freaked out and ran to their cars, believing her to be a ghost of the dead bride. Once the homeless lady saw how freaked out that Hmong people would get and tend to leave their unfinished meals, she concocted a plan to scare Hmong folks away and gather their food when they fled. When eventually confronted by police, she wasn’t arrested but forced to leave and the police returned the Hmong clothing back to the family.

Even to this day, the rest stop is still a scary place to be at night; the parking lot is scattered with unknown people sleeping in their boarded cars, drug dealers posted at lampposts, vagrants wander aimlessly between shadows. I didn’t want to stop there but I had to stop cause I really had to take a piss. While washing my hands after using the bathroom, the groundskeeper came in to clean. I took the chance to ask if the rumors were true, if the rest area was haunted or if there was anything unusual or weird he saw. He chuckled and said no, to my relief. I grabbed a paper towel on my way out when he spoke again. He said he never saw anything but there were sometime sounds he couldn’t explain. I turned back towards him, my hands rubbing into the paper towel.

The best way he could explain the sound was like a shimmering jingle of hundreds of coins, moving in the darkness.