On September 3, 1873, a man named James Worson had accepted a challenge
to race, in record time, from the town of Leamington to the town of
Coventry, a 20-mile trek. He had been boasting of his foot skills and
then was asked to prove them, so, with sporting good spirits, he set
about to do just that. Two friends, Hammerson Burns and Barham Wise,
followed behind in a horse-drawn gig. Burns brought along his camera.
Worson was never out of their sight, and would often turn around while
running to exchange some friendly words with the two riders. Running in
the middle of the road, Worson suddenly appeared to stumble and pitch
forward, having time enough for only one short, piercing scream. Wise
later said, “It was the most ghastly sound ether of us had ever heard.”
But as Worson pitched forward with that terrible cry, instead of falling
to the ground as he appeared to be about to have done, he completely
and totally vanished in mid-fall, before ever striking the ground. The
road itself told the story and Wise took the pictures to prove it.
There, in the soft dirt, were Worson’s footprints.They led down the
middle of the road, looked as if the runner stumbled, and there they
disappeared. A search was called and the locals scoured the area for
James. The bloodhounds used in the search were strangely reluctant to
approach the spot where Worson disappeared. He was never seen or heard
from again
Sunday, 18 August 2013
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