With Halloween coming up in a couple of weeks I thought I’d share a ghost story which happened in 2009 nearly a decade ago. Before we start I got to say …
With Halloween coming up in a couple of weeks I thought I’d share a ghost story which happened in 2009 nearly a decade ago. Before we start I got to say I’m a sceptic but after this, it kind of changed my mind but I am still a sceptic but I am open for explanations so feel free to chip in with your opinions and stories in the comments. Every year around Halloween me and my mate like to go on a Halloween walk each year and where we end up is a whole different story but this year we stuck to local sources in Bitton and at an old railway station in Bristol near to Bath. I wrote about the old dramway/railway station now a cycle track in the past but for those who missed the blog post the cycle track was first a dramway in the 18th century and pushed coal to the River Avon Bristol’s main river. It was a horse-drawn railway and got its name from the ‘drams’ or carts that carried the coal. Construction work started in 1829, with sections opening between 1830 and 1834, and the line was in use until around 1866. The route of the dramway was carefully constructed to make maximum use of the slope of the land down to the River Avon, and there are several cuttings and embankments along the route, to give an even, gentle gradient. Coal was loaded into carts and these rolled slowly down the slope, led by horses and controlled by a brakeman or ‘guide’. Horses pulled the empty carts back up the track to the coal mines. After it was shut down around the 1600s due to the railway boom in Britain it was turned into a railway track but was abandoned for many of years before being turned into a railway track until it closed and got turned into a cycle track. The place is said to be haunted and once had a play and film made about the place called The Ghost Train wrote by Arnold Ridley who I know best of the deaf one from TV comedy Dad’s Army. We set out late around 9 pm and as always didn’t know where we were going but at one point there was the talk of walking to Bath 10.3 miles away. I’ve been this way before a couple of weeks before in fact so I knew where we were going it was quite simple actually just one straight line on the cycle path. The last time I was there I was alone and my camera battery died (as I was taking pictures) and I had to go back home to fill up again, I thought nothing of it until now which I’m a now like hmmm but sceptic at the same time.
I needed to go to the toilet and was surprised to find the toilets were still open so I go in and my mate waits outside, before that I tell him of my experience with the camera which happened last time I was there and he knew of the station’s hauntings so he didn’t want to be left outside and he later told me he was scared waiting outside being more of a believer than me. We were taking photos cos at that time I was kind of obsessed or had a passion for photography and was taking photos for Flickr so I was trying to find some good snaps to show off so to speak so it was going off every two seconds. Looking back at previous shots we have just taken which was of nothing special just an empty cycle track with a bridge in front we came across this haunting picture.
It was a small screen to look at but examining the photo now and many times before it looks like a man with a fractured right skull at the front it also looks like his right eye is closed but his left is just about open but not fully. It kind of looks like an alien or a mask of some sort and the eyes mouth and nose are visible. Now there is no denying that it could be mist which is why I called my poem and track on the album Ghost Mist as it’s certainly from the cold air but to see the face with what it looks like a shot wound it trips me out. My mate ran off like a little girl honestly that’s a put down for all little girls out there but yeah he was gone and I was left laughing on the spot wondering what just happened in all sense. I looked up reports of ghosts haunting the railway station I found one but who knows if it was him he was called Hudd and died in the coal mines near me though it says Kingswood and where the colliery is that’s not that close to Kingswood that happened in the 1900s. As mentioned before I made a poem for a Halloween chapbook and a track for my Halloween album which is all out now at all available platforms but it was based on this story I told. The chapbook is free with the album which is also free and is to celebrate this year’s Halloween.