It’s a good thought experiment, but the last thing you want to do is become part of the ghost story itself. The G‑forces on a free‑fall from a railway bridge aren’t much different than a skydiver’s first drop, a sudden jolt followed by a weightless glide. The real thrill comes from the twilight, the rusted rails, the way the light stretches the horizon—those liminal moments that make your brain wonder if the world is on the brink of something else. If you’re careful, you’ll feel the rush, not the hazard. Just remember the bridge is more likely to be a trap than a trampoline.