The Thing on the Harborne Trail

I am a 21 year old male, I live in the West Midlands which is in England. I have been into studying and photographing old railway stations and lines which closed during the infamous Beeching Cuts or were just closed by British Rail. Anyway on with the story, I had decided to photograph an old railway line in Harborne which is in the Edgbaston district of Birmingham City, England and because it was not far away from where I lived.

When I got to Birmingham, I had to walk over a mile through the large city to find my bus stop, just to add a little knowledge to the story. Birmingham is classed as the second largest city in the United Kingdom outside of London due to its high population. It was at first only a medium-sized market town but in size and numbers after the start of the 18th Century by being in the middle of the Midlands Enlightenment and the Industrial Revolution with the population expanding rapidly over the last three centuries.

 

Back to the story and Birmingham had many railways that closed, reopened or were closed than reopened for other uses. Birmingham Snow Hill railway station to Wolverhampton Low Level railway station is the only old railway to be used by trams in the city but that is just to clarify anything I missed. I researched another line that closed and I have been very intent on covering. That being the Harborne Branch Line which was opened in 1866 but closed to passengers in 1934 and to all other traffic in 1963. It has since been converted into a public footpath and is quite popular among dog walkers and nature watchers.

I arrived there around 10.30am and began my walk to the end of the trail. It was quite hard to find at first due to the fact it had been snowing and was cold. I managed to find it and photograph my stations I wanted to photograph. During this walk I had Google Maps guiding me to the station sites and while that was happening I listening to Deezer and I must admit I am a fan of the old 70s-90s music over todays. I walked down to an old station site which during its heyday was known as Rotten Park Road railway station, a very appropriate name for an old station.

I then carried on walking towards the last railway station on my walk and passed a nice old lady with a German Shepard, She was the only one I saw and this is important because you will soon hear why. I walked down more and felt like I was being watched even though it was a bright day in the middle of a lovely nature walk and with rural housing all ends of the trail on embankments.

I turned to look behind me and nobody was there, I kept feeling eyes on me and looked again just a few seconds later and behind me was a dark mass that formed a human shape but with nothing to it. I was shocked at the site and it was gaining speed on me. I quickly got under the bridge expecting him or it to emerge from the bridge but nothing. I was alone other than two people just a few hundred yards away from where I was standing.

I looked at the under part of the bridge at least five times and nothing. Just an empty dark area. I wanted to double check it was my imagination but what freaked me out was. You could only get onto the trail from a path leading down and to the road near the former Rotten Park Road station site or by going under the bridge I went under. The only people on that trail was the lady with the Shepard but they were heading back towards the road and a jogger heading the same way. I was freaked out and the fact you could not even see eyes or even hands freaked me out. I could have sworn I saw ears on the creature or thing.

I took my final photos and left the park. After telling my dad and mom when I got home. They were skeptical about my story due to it being possibly the average trail robber or thief but I swore I saw no eyes or even hands. It had a body just like a body builder and was nothing more than a black mass. I uploaded my encounter on Facebook to a Birmingham Railway Group. A man who I will not give his real name so lets call him Trevor for protection.

Trevor told me in a comment and I will quote the comment he made to my post below.

It’s haunted. It’s well noted in books. The haunted Birmingham book by Rachel Bannister has a piece in it about it and it’s on various web pages. Apparently it’s haunted by a large black cat/dog like creature it’s been spotted at various points along there up to the over bridge in Harborne. People also get a immense feeling of dread at certain points and feelings that they are being watched especially between Portland Road and Hagley Road under bridges. Hope this helps”

I got goosebumps that it was documented and happened near to where I was when I encountered it. I replied what I saw and he told me he used to work at strange hours near the old railway track and could have sworn when he was the last one on site. He heard howling and although it could be just animals. They came from off the trail and if he and the comment he made including my sighting are anything to go off. The Harborne Trail is haunted by an unknown thing maybe a creature of unknown origins or even another creature already documented like the Dogman or a Skinwalker.

Either way all I know is for sure, I better keep an ear out on my surroundings when next venturing on a railway line in the middle of nature. This world is definitely not fully discovered. Whether your an avid nature walker or just the type that walks these with friends. Keep an eye out on your surroundings and don’t ignore your instinct.

I will provide an image of near where it happened but I have not got a great camera on my phone. Thanks for reading and always remember that somethings are unexplained and do your research into your sightings. Others may have experienced it or it could be documented in a local newspaper but do not reject others honesty unless you know it is just make believe.

Credit to Wikipedia for the photo: This was the bridge I saw the thing and went under to other side where the fence is and gate.

Séance Gone Wrong

Believe this or not, that’s entirely up to you. This story is real, although I wish with everything I have that it wasn’t. This is about when two friends of mine were stupid with a séance and what happened to all of us. This was very hard for me to write and I hope you can use it for your channel.

The names of everyone have been changed, the person this story is about actually has an article online about him, I changed his name just in the essence of protecting his family. Also my co workers as well.

Thank you for your time you’re very talented.

Around 5 years ago now when I was a junior in high school. My two friends Larry and Lars were into some weird shit, so to speak. Doing séances and fucking around with ouija boards, dumbasses I know.

Believe me or don’t believe me but I am someone who can hear, see, sense and speak to spirits. I can also sense people’s energies and I have a knack for knowing what your thinking without being told. Sounds super crazy but it’s the truth.

So when my two friends asked me if I wanted to join their séances I respectfully declined with a fuck off every time. Now there is one lesson that I want you all to learn from this, is DO NOT mock the dead.

These two incorrectly used ouija board and séances to mess around with spirits because they didn’t believe in it. So on one special occasion that they decided to do a séance. I got a call from Larry asking me if I wanted to join in, again I told him where to shove it, but he said this time it was gonna be cool.

They were going to call on the devil.

I immediately freaked out! I begged and begged them not to be so fucking stupid! But unfortunately this story isn’t a happy one. Once we hung up the phone, I began praying to anyone that was listening to please stop them! I was a 16 year old girl, I don’t know what else to do.

About a week later I got a call from Lars asking me to come over to his house and see if I could see or sense anything. He said some weird shit was happening around him and he was getting really freaked out. At the time I was working at a subway restaurant from 3 to 11 pm I barely had time to eat, let alone have a personal life, so he had to come to me.

It was around 7 pm or so when Lars came into my workplace and the second he walked through the door I felt it. This heavy horrible feeling, I’ve only ever felt dread like that one other time so I knew it was evil. I felt like I was going to throw up I could barely look at him.

When I did finally look up at him, I saw it. This darkness behind him that was standing around 10 ft away. I shit you not, it resembled his shadow but it was to big and dark.

I knew better.

I told him that there was something behind him and he begged me for help! I was terrified and I didn’t know what to do! Again I was young and I didn’t really understand my “abilities” then. I told him to start going to church and trying to get in touch with God for spiritual protection. I’m not religious that way in any way shape or form but I didn’t know what else to do.

He never did.

He began to bury himself in drugs to try to find some solace from the darkness that crept closer each day. We lost touch with each other, I’m a “straight shooter” so to speak and I don’t have time for druggies. And I honestly couldn’t take being around Lars, that dark blackness made me sick.

Larry and I also lost touch, again I don’t have time for druggies. Fast forward 5 years, August of 2016, I run into Lars at Walmart and I was honestly happy to see him. But the second I saw him I felt it again, this time it was everywhere! The black shadow was now right behind him and it was looming over Lars like a cloak.

I told him that thing was right behind him and that he needed to get to the church right away! He just shook his head and said that he hasn’t seen that thing in years.

I said goodbye to him and cried the entire way home. I somehow knew that was the last time I’d ever tell him goodbye.

A few weeks later at the facility I work at, the on call doctor and also my good friend asked me if I’d go over to his office in the ER with him. He needed help carrying charts and a blood kit. I, of course, said absolutely and we made our way across the parking lot and over, bringing my trainee with us.

He swiped his badge across the lock of the ambulance entry and we quickly made our way inside.

Just a side note we were not necessarily allowed to be there.

We gathered up everything he needed and me and Rose, my trainee, were just about to leave. I thank god everyday that I was the first one out of the office because what I saw when I crossed the threshold will forever haunt me in the worst way. Rose was younger than me only being 18 she didn’t need to ever see something like that.

There were nurses, doctors, and EMTs running everywhere, blood everywhere. The EMTs were running through the doors with two stretchers.

The first one carried a zipped body bag. That person was dead there was no energy coming off of them.

The second one however was not.

I could feel the pain and agony coming off of that person in waves. It hit me like a freight train, my knees buckled for a moment.

The stretcher passed me and when I saw who was lying there I lost it. It was Lars, he was mangled, broken, bloody and half dead. Half of his face was gone and he was still alive.

But he was dying quickly and I prayed for him to pass as fast as possible, his injuries were so bad. He was gone before they got him to a room. The doctor grabbed me and dragged me back into his office but it was too late. I had already seen the body of a friend.

I know that thing got him, I know deep down that darkness caused the accident that killed him.

I was not okay for a while, but I dealt with it, if there’s one thing I’m good at, its keeping my shit together. But for a while every time I would close my eyes I would see his mangled body. I’ve finally gotten to a point where I am totally okay but even just typing this out dredges up a little bit of that pain.

I’m not a crier but I will not lie, tears were shed while I wrote this to you. Please learn from this story, thank you.

I’m not normal

Okay. So this is a bit long and might get boring as I’m a writer, so I add too much detail, buy trust me, it’s worth it. My name is Naja, the German pronunciation is how my name sounds, and I will be typing this up on a mobile device, so sorry for any spelling, grammar, whatever mistakes, as autocorrect is a real bitch.

Anyways, I should mention that these are not all my experiences, and not all of them were dangerous, but still pretty underwear ruining when you’re in the situation. The first experience I’ll talk about was one of my most recent, and it happened just this January.

I was having a sleepover with my good friend, who I’ll call Lori for this story. We have hundreds of sleepovers a month, it seems, as her mom literally has to ground her to keep her from coming over. She is one year older than me, two to three inches taller than me, slightly tanned and has a lot of freckles. She’s a tomboy, like me, but she still has a better fashion sense.

Anyways, Lori and I were sitting in my living room on the couches, right across the room from each other, when I tell her, “Let’s play hide and seek!” It was dark, and we were home alone, so of course she says we can as long as we turn all the lights on. My downstairs is impossible to hide in, as the four rooms are in direct sight of each other. There’s maybe two hiding spots, at most. So we always play our games upstairs.

We head up there and turn on all the lights except in my room, the attic, which we decided not to use. At one point, it was her turn to hide, and I count to twenty, rush upstairs, and immediately into the first room I’d ever been in in this house.

When we’d gone up to turn on the lights, the closet up there had been shut, so when I saw the closet was open, I figured Lori opened it and smirked, knowing she was in here now. I crouch down and look under the bed, and Lo and behold, there’s my side hoe, my main bitch, my asshole Lori.

She complains about how fast I found her, and I explain that I knew she was in here because she hadn’t closed the closet back up. She was confused. She told me she never opened the door. We both come to the realization something had opened it, and run from the house, going hell nah and whatnot. It was freezing, there was snow everywhere, and she was in socks. Sucker. We never found out what opened the door, and we no longer utilize that room for our silly games.

By the way, just so you know, this isn’t a single door that swig open, or a closet that falls open on it’s own. It’s a two door closet with sliding doors, and these doors weren’t cracked apart, they were wide open, pushed to either side. That’s why it’s so strange. Pretty uneventful, I know, but it’s still spooky.

My second story is about a time I went to my old elementary shool, this past summer. I was again with Lori and another of our friend’s, who I’ll call Michelle. She’s heavy set and has a shaved head. The classic butch look with short sleeves and jeans and sneakers.

She’s cool though. So on this night we decided we wanted to go for a walk, and not just around town or somehing, cause I’m the person who can’t do anything without a goal. So we decide to walk the half hour to my old elementary school and go on the playground. We may be teenagers, but we’re such fucking little kids at heart, haha.

Honestly, out of all 3 of us, I think I’m the only one who still believes this story, cause I’ve had paranormal experiences before. Anyway, me and Lori and Michelle are on the weird seesaw things where you aren’t directly across from each other, the metals ones where you’re diagonal… It’s hard to explain, but you know what I’m talking about when you see them. These things can seat four people, but you need two people to one set, so I was the odd duck.

I walk eight feet away to sit on the swings while they talked. I stare out at the empty field and woods beyond it. O give you a bit of a layout, there’s the playground next to the school, adjacent to this little loop around road. Across the road is this big empty field where I’ve almost been run over three times by deer, and beyond that is a small neighborhood. Across from the field the other way is some woods, and there are three lamp posts along the woods. Two light blue, one orange. The orange one is our main focus, as it was at the corner of the gravel road leading into the the woods, the road adjacent to the playground, and the road going along the woods.

As I’m sitting there, swinging lightly and zoning out, which I’m really freaking good at, I notice something at the corner under the light. It was this humanoid figure, crouched low to the ground. It’s like in those movies where there’s a savage human, who’s not abiding the rules of society but instead animals. Tarzan or whatever.

I could only see their upper body, and honestly, there wasn’t much to see. It was a pitch black shadow creature. It had a bald head, no distinguishable features, and despite it not having eyes… I could tell it was watching us. I stare at it for a good ten minutes, trying to figure out what the hell it is, when I get this feeling of dread. We had to leave. I tell Lori and Michelle about this creature, and Lori was the idiot who decided to go closer. She thought it looked like a German Shepherd, except all black. (We later scolded her for this, as even if it was a dog, she shouldn’t have approached it.)

Me and Michelle scream no to her and we all break into a sprint down the road. I didn’t feel much fear, in fact, I felt none at all. I’m not trying to sound fake or brave, I just… don’t get scared. I felt angry.

I wanted to hurt this thing for scaring my friends. But I was smart enough to know I couldn’t. So we run off and stop around the corner in front of a church to catch our breath. It hadn’t followed us, lucky for… It? Us? I’m not sure anymore. But I’ve been told since by them, “There’s a rapist I’ve those woods, that’s what we saw.” “We probably saw a shadow.” “It was nothing, chill.” But I’m not blind. I’ve been back there since, multiple times. There is no way It was just a shadow.

There are no trees that could have cast it, not bushes, whatever. It was protruding from the ditch behind it.

There was no way it was a human or animal. It was directly under the light. It was one solid shade of black, three dimensional. Even in a morph suit there would have been reflected light from the material, or the top would’ve been lighter. There was no way it was anything explainable, and I’ve come to terms with that.

That’s all I’ll tell for now, cause my hands are cramped from typing, but… Closet demon, shadow creature… Pray for your safety we don’t meet.

Worst Mass Murder in Arkansas

Just heard your Canadian story and noticed you are from Arkansas – curious as to what part – I am from Dardanelle/Russellville area – so this story that I am about to tell you hits extremely close to home.

And you are probably familiar with this area being from Arkansas. I was 12 years old at the time the murders happened and it was around Christmas time. My grandma had a police scanner so she heard all the up to date information.

It was on 24/7 so when she heard about these murders they took off and just in time to see them carrying the bodies from the house.

So fast forward weeks had past and my families curiousity just got the best of them and we decided to take a trip to the house of horrors. We had a small dog at the time – we got out of the car and was approaching the home and our dog whined and whimpered and refused to step foot in the home.

Even at 12 I knew something was just not right about all of this – I had such a strange feeling – a heavy feeling so to speak. When we got in the home there was still blood in the house – unwrapped Christmas presents under the tree. I was so glad when we got out of there – could not leave fast enough!!!!

Til this day that sight still haunts me – the house was later burned to the ground and we went back years later and still seen the childrens toys rusted on the ground.

One last story regarding Ronald Gene Simmons on Brooomfield Road – his attorney was our family friend Doc Irwin and he stated that Simmons wanted to die but as he was dying he was moaning and scared – wondering what he was seeing – what his fate was to be.

Shadow Thing Under the Bridge

A little backstory before I get into things, back when I was in year 10 of secondary school, our Religious Studies class got taken on a trip to the Holocaust centre, we had to go around writing down any information that might come in handy for our upcoming exams. The trip was actually very interesting, our class even got to sit with a real concentration camp survivor, listening to his story from all those years a go was certainly a very moving experience. At the end of the trip we all got to go and have a quick look in the gift shop, I decided to buy a rubber red wrist band, the kind of thing you might see people who work for charity’s giving out, they usually have the name of the charity or their website on them to help raise awareness for whatever it is they’re raising money for. Anyway this wrist band had the words ‘Genocide- never again’ written on it, I figured it’s a nice, fitting souvenir. I put it on my wrist as we walked out and that was that.

About a year and a half or so later, that red wrist band had never left my wrist, it wasn’t hugely sentimental or anything, I just never really saw the need to take it off, after all it was water proof and I just kind of forgot it was even there. The reason for me telling you about this wrist band will make sense later on.

Now at the time this event took place, it was winter, me and my friend lets call her Lucy, we were meant to be going to a theme park early on a Saturday morning, it was a trip we’d been awarded by our school for over achieving in our grades. Coaches would be transporting us there, we had to be at the school 9:00am sharp, no later, or the coaches would be leaving without us. Lucy suggested as it was pretty early in the morning and she lived closer to our school, that I stop at hers the for night so we could make our way together, I happily agreed. I brought my sleeping stuff and change of clothes to school, so we could just go straight back to hers when the day was over. Now like I said, it was winter out, it had reached below freezing temperatures, however there was no snow or anything like that forecast for the next day so we never thought the weather would be an issue for this trip. We just needed to make sure we dressed appropriately.

Well we wake up the next day and low and behold a clear 6 inches of snow had fallen during the night and it was still coming down. Needless to say our trip was cancelled. A little bummed we decided to make the best of it and have a fun snow day. We were up early enough to get a McDonald’s breakfast. The roads were horrendous so instead of getting Lucy’s mom to drive us, we rolled us a few smokes, wrapped up and set off to get our hash brown’s. As we walked there I couldn’t get over how heavy it was coming down, we hadn’t seen snow like it for years. On the way back Lucy suggested we go sledging and that there was a place near by she knew it would be perfect for. Sounded fun to me, plus giving the fact I thought I’d be riding around on roller-coasters by now, it seemed like the next best thing. So we went, grabbed her sledge, I put on some mittens, which  I would just quickly  like to point out, covered up my red wrist band, again why I’m telling you this will make sense later on. Off we went on our journey.

The place she was taking me to was about a ten minuet walk from hers. We arrived at a bunch of field’s. Now I’m going to roughly explain the layout of this place which is kind of important to the story. Basically we had walk over one big field, at the end of it is a steep slope that leads onto the next field, at the end of this one there is another slightly steeper slope leading onto what I could see was a small football field with a couple of goal posts. I could see at the end of this field there was fencing surrounded by a load of vine and general greenery. I could also see a built up train track, separating the football field from the field on the other side, now that field I was actually familiar with as it was a short walk from my house. I’d never actually walked in the field, but I’d explored the church graveyard that resided right by it as a kid. Graveyards kind of interested me as a kid for some reason. Anyway because I’d never actually walked into that field, I didn’t know that under the built up train track, hiding along the fence, there was a creepy little bridge that lead you to the field’s we were now in.

The slopes at the end of each of the fields were ideal for sledging, so we started going up and down them both. It was no roller-coaster but I was still having fun. It started snowing really heavily again and so Lucy suggested we go and take shelter under the bridge at the bottom of the football field.

Now like I said, I didn’t know this bridge even existed and so obviously I had never been there before. To get the bridge, we had to go down a pretty steep pathway which kind of curved slightly and had all kinds of shrubbery more or less taking over its course. Once we reached the bottom I could see a small gravel pathway which lead us underneath the bridge. Looking ahead, straight away something caught my eye. There lying perfectly in the middle underneath the bridge there was what looked like a red wrist band. I pointed it out to my friend Lucy and jokingly said “Imagine if I picked that up and it was my wrist band”. She laughed and said that’d be kinda creepy. We walked up to it, finally sheltered from the cold wind and heavy snow. Curious I picked it up to see what it said. A chill ran down by spine when I read, you guessed it, ‘Genocide- never again’. I thought to myself, now that’s either one hell of a coincidence and someone who has also visited the Holocaust centre came to this exact bridge and dropped this here. Or it was mine. “But that’s impossible” I said. I rolled up the sleeves of all the layers I had on, took off the mittens that had been covering the band and… it wasn’t there. Now this wrist band hadn’t fallen off me since the day I put it on 1 and a half years ago, any time it had come close I’d always noticed. It was impossible not to as it was made of rubber, so I could always feel if it was rolling over my hand. But still, being the logical person I am, my mind started searching for answers for how it could have possibly ended up here. There were none, it wasn’t possible. Lets say I got caught up in all the fun of sledging and it did some how fall off my wrist without me noticing, (baring in mind I had multiple layers covering it), the ground was covered with a fresh layer of white snow, so surely I would have noticed a bright red wrist band lying on the ground. Again though for arguments sake lets say I didn’t notice the red wrist band against the white snow and that the wind was strong enough to carry it across two large fields, it still would have had to taken a very specific route to end up exactly where it was, it would have had to travel specifically into the corner of the small football field, down the small steep path, without getting caught up in all the vines growing across it, along the gravel pathway, then once under the bridge where there was little to no wind to carry it into the middle.

We couldn’t believe it, we lit a few smokes, and started raking our brains. The whole time we sat there, something just felt off. We decided to call it a day and make our way back, as we approached the bottom of the steep path, Lucy was already half way up when I decided to take one last look back at the bridge, only to see a dark shadowy figure just standing there in the middle where the wrist band had been. I bolted up that path faster than I thought possible giving the fact the snow had made it kinda slippery. I decided not to tell my friend what I had just seen as I didn’t want to freak her out. She’d of probably thought I was just trying to scare her after what had happened anyway. In fact when ever I re-tell the story to my friends I always leave out that part, partly because I don’t think they’ll believe me and partly because the thought of even mentioning that shadowy figure gives me a sicky feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I’ve never personally been one to believe in the paranormal, though I’ve always been opened minded to the idea. But after exhausting all logical explanations for what me and my friend experienced, I’m left believing that what I saw that day under the bridge was as real as it gets.

I’ve since been back there by myself and all I can say is I definitely didn’t feel alone.