Cackler Bridge is a rickety wooden bridge in northeastern White Orchard, north of the Crossroads. A barricade gate blocks it at first, but once open it is the shortest way across, far quicker than the winding road further south.

The name comes from a local story about a woman driven mad by unrequited love, who spent her days running back and forth across the bridge, laughing. Whether anyone still hears her at night is between you and your nerves.