The Bog Meadow Brook is a lovely little nature trail, really, though surprisingly muddy in spots. In the 19th century, a railroad line ran through here, carrying the revelers of Saratoga Springs from the heart of the city to the lake. As far as I know, nobody ever lived or died on this strip of land. So it wouldn’t be haunted. Would it?
Well, no one has ever claimed that it is. But there’s no question about it: something uncanny happened to my daughter and me on the Bog Meadow Brook, that warm August day in 2005.
A Wetland Habitat
Only two miles long, the Bog Meadow Brook Nature Trail is home to three wetlands. Here and there you’ll come across the occasional leftover railroad tie, now half-buried in the dirt. The trail is a bird-watcher’s paradise, so we’d brought along the trusty bird book. Wendy was carrying it.
But it was strangely silent on the trail; no birds were singing that day. We tramped along quietly. Wendy was walking a little in front of me, off to my right, and at least ten feet away. That’s when it happened.
“What Was That?”
Something suddenly brushed against my legs. It felt as if I’d walked through some tall and itchy weeds, but when I bent down quickly to slap them away, there was nothing there. Not a thing was growing on that part of the trail: no grass, no weeds, no nothing.
A split second later, Wendy shrieked. The bird book flew right out of her hand, and crashed with a thud to the ground.
I straightened up quickly. “Oh! You dropped the book.”
“I didn’t DROP it. Something banged into my elbow. Something knocked it out of my hand!”
There Wasn’t a Peep in the Bog
The trail was as quiet as it had been before. There was no one and nothing around that we could see, and nothing that we could hear. I couldn’t have bumped Wendy’s arm by accident, because she was too far away from me. Had a deer or bear run across the trail and into the woods? Impossible. We would have heard it crashing through the underbrush, and we heard nothing. Not a sound.
The Nerve of that Ghost!
Now, we may be many things, my daughter and I, but cowards we’re not. Ghost or no ghost, no invisible entity was about to scare us off! We picked up the book (the binding had broken), brushed ourselves off, and hiked on.
Oh, No — Not Again
The Bog Meadow Brook is a one-way trail. We made it to the end without incident, turned around, and headed back the way we’d come. As we neared the site of the first occurrence we suddenly heard a creak, and a couple of cracks. With that, a huge branch detached itself from a dead tree in front of us and slammed swiftly to the ground. It missed us by — oh — three or four inches.
We were starting to think that something might want us out of there!
Was it a Ghost?
Nothing else unusual took place that day, but Wendy did complain about her elbow. It was bruised and sore for days.
Far be it from me to say the Bog Meadow Brook Nature Trail is haunted. There’s got to be a rational, ghost-free explanation for what happened to us that day. Don’t you think?
Source: Personal Experience