Swamp Road

11/18/2023

I see it too

Truth

09/14/2023

The Swamp Road Chronicles®



"Apples of Gold"

(The Mystery of the Promise)

Dear Sir,

I want to tell you something regarding Swamp Road Sally that I believe you will find interesting. Sadly, my mother passed away last year. I helped to clean out her house and sell it. I kept several of her personal items that had special meaning for me, in that they reminded me of my mother. There was the afghan she knitted, the jewelry box that my father had given to her one Christmas, a few pieces of jewelry, and several books that I knew she especially enjoyed.



One of the books I kept was a very old book of verses and scripture called: "Golden Apples"; I have attached a photo of the book and the box it is stored in. I had seen my mother holding that book often. She once told me that reading it "soothed" her soul. I had glanced at it a time or two, but never really tried to read it. Well, recently I saw it on my bookcase shelf where I had placed it and I felt compelled to read it. I had been missing my mother more than usual and I guess I just wanted to make a connection with her; perhaps reading one of her favorite books would enable that, I imagined.



"Golden Apples" is a small book and it takes little time to read it, but it stimulates a great deal of contemplation and self-examination. I read it slowly with long pauses while I considered certain verses and passages and reflected on how they illumined and appraised the decisions I had made in life. It was a melancholy exercise. When I reached the last page I found a very old, yellowed piece of stationery folded between the last page and the back cover. It was a note written in my mother's hand to herself. At the top of the note was inscribed: "I sincerely promise…"; at the bottom of the note it was signed, "Novella Sumner, April 9, 1939. Easter Sunday."



In this note my mother promised that she would pray every day for the soul of Sally Blackstone, better known these days as "Swamp Road Sally." Mother further wrote: "She probably saved my life; perhaps I can help release her poor, lonely spirit."

I had never heard about any interaction my mother may have had with Sally's ghost. Mother never spoke of Sally, and I really was amazed that there was such an obviously important and dramatic episode in my mother's past that I was oblivious to. I'm an only child and my father had passed several years earlier, so I thought I had no way of discovering the facts surrounding her "sincere promise."



My mother has a sister that she had been estranged from for many, many years. Her name is Dinah and she attended Mother's funeral where we became reacquainted. It occurred to me that Dinah might be able to shed some light on the mystery of the "promise", so I wrote to her; her reply shocked me.



It seems that when my mother was 16, she had a job at a local restaurant. She worked weekends and drove home after her shift was over, which was often after midnight. One night there had been a group of four rough-looking and rough-acting men at the restaurant, who were very offensive in their behavior toward my mother and the other customers. One of the men was an older student that had gone to Mother's high school. Mom recognized the student, but didn't know his name. The café owner finally ordered them to leave. They left, but only after a very angry and obscene verbal exchange.



My Aunt Dinah wrote that when mother left her work, she realized that a car had begun to follow her. She was certain it was those ruffians from the café. She was right. She soon had a car riding her rear bumper and they were laying on the horn.

They pulled up beside her and tried to force her off of the road. Of course, she was terrified. They were out in the country, no houses, no cars, no help.



In desperation, she took a sharp turn to the left onto a small road at the last second, hoping to gain some time on them; she had turned onto Swamp Road, but she didn't know it. The men were slow to react and over-shot Swamp Road which gave Mother a chance to gain some distance ahead of them. As she sped down that old road she began to despair as she saw in her rear-view mirror that they were quickly catching up with her. Now, she was in an even more isolated and remote area.



Constantly looking into her mirrors she saw that the car behind her had stopped. She could see they were turning around and heading back the way they had come. Mother couldn't believe her good fortune, whatever had been the reason they gave up she was grateful. God knows what may have happened if they had caught her.



A few days after the incident with the ruffians, my mother was approached during school by the student she had recognized in the car. He was apparently very apologetic. He said he tried to get the other men to leave her alone, but they were drunk and wouldn't listen to him. He said he knew she had been afraid, and he was sorry.



Mother asked why they quit chasing her and the student said, "We were driving fast to catch up with you, but this girl, or young woman stepped into the road and put her hand up like a cop, telling us to stop. My cousin Bill was driving and he was barely able to stop before he hit her. We skidded for 20 feet, I'll bet. Bill was cussin' and yelling. But then, we all got a good look at her face. I'll never forget her expression. We knew that we had to get out of there as fast as we could. The way she stared at me made my blood run cold, she scared me half to death," he said. "When we got back up to the main highway, we saw the sign telling us that we had been on Swamp Road; we realized, then, that we had seen Swamp Road Sally. I had heard about her, but had never expected to see her," he continued.



Aunt Dinah wrote that Mother told her about these events shortly after they happened, but she never mentioned them again.



I understand, now, why Mother prayed those many years for Sally Blackstone. I'm thankful too, that she helped my mother so long ago. I have assumed the privilege of praying for Sally. I too pray that her spirit will be freed and that she will be able to Rest In Peace.



As submitted by Isadora Kitchen 9-7-23 Pataskala, Ohio

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09/08/2023

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"Color Me Dead"
Dear Sir,
First, let me say that I don't believe in all that paranormal stuff. I don't believe in ghosts, or aliens or demons or honest politicians. That's all a pack of hooey. But, I had a thing happen last week that I want to tell you about and get your input, please.

My daughter started first grade last week and on Friday she told me that she had homework for her science class. She said the teacher told each child to bring in 5 different wildflowers for the class to learn about local plant life. No problem, right? Well, I live in the River Forest sub-division and everyone has well-manicured lawns. So, we took a little drive out into the country to find some wildflowers. By 'we', I mean me, my older daughter Susan and my 6 year-old first grader, Morgan.
I knew that Swamp Road was lightly traveled and mostly uninhabited with lots of wild life of all sorts. So we headed out for there. I had heard wild rumors and old wives tales about other kinds of things on the road, but like I said, it's a lot of nonsense.

I parked our Jeep off to the side of the road and we walked a good distance collecting plant specimens that grew in abundance on the edges of the road. There was a lot to choose from and a ton of butterflies too; I liked that. After about 30 minutes of walking and collecting we went back to the car with plenty to choose from and we drove on home. It was a successful expedition.

Friday evening Morgan wanted to draw, so I suggested that she draw a picture of something she saw that day as we collected flowers. She liked that idea and got busy with her crayons. After a while she came to me in the den and proudly showed me her artwork. She had drawn 3 different scenes from our outing; one of them sort of confused me, though. It depicted 4 people standing outside; I asked her who they were and she said, "Why it's you Mommy, and me and Susan." "OK," I replied, "But who is the other girl? The one with no legs?" "I don't know," she replied. "She went picking flowers with us. She was very friendly, she didn't say anything, but she smiled at me."

Well, I can tell you, chills went up and down my spine 47 times. I never saw ANYBODY. I asked Morgan why she didn't draw any legs on the girl and she said the girl didn't have any, she just sort of "Floated."
"Why didn't I see her? And where did she go?" I asked. "I don't know Mommy", she said. I could tell she was getting upset, so I dropped the questioning

Sir, I have attached a copy of her drawing, what do you think of this? Do you think Morgan saw a ghost? Has this happened before? Have you had other reports like this? Please email me back with whatever you can tell me.

As submitted by Luna Pearcy 9-6-23 Pataskala, Ohio

(Editor's note: The drawing at the top of this page is a copy of the one sent to me with this report. I responded to Ms Pearcy by stating my belief that her daughter had witnessed a manifestation of Swamp Road Sally. She can be visible to only those she allows to see her. I also advised Ms Pearcy to keep an open mind about all things paranormal; anything is possible. Except an honest politician, of course.)
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08/28/2023

The Legend of Sally Blackstone: How it all began.
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"Sally Blackstone"
(Editor's Note: It is widely believed that Sally Blackstone's ghost is the spirit seen on Swamp Road known as 'Swamp Road Sally.' The ghost is described as a young girl or young woman, if you will, of about 16 years of age. Sally was 15 when she disappeared; presumably murdered by her mother.)
On Swamp Road there is an old home site where the Jacob Blackstone family home once stood. The Blackstone home was built in the traditional “Saltbox” style with a porch on the front of the home. The Blackstones could usually be seen sitting in their rocking chairs, relaxing after the evening chores had been completed. They were Jacob, his wife Sarah, and their three children: Isaac, Israel, and Sally.

It was common for locals to visit the old home ever since the family died over a hundred years ago. I personally visited the old house back in the fall of 1980 just six months before it finally gave in to the stresses of time and collapsed under the weight of many decades of weather and neglect.

No one knows exactly what happened, or why, but based on the evidence found at the scene, the local Sheriff determined that during the night Sarah had gone out to the woodpile and gotten an ax. She returned to the house where she struck her sleeping husband in the head with the ax, inflicting fatal, instant and bloody death to him. She then dragged his body out to the woodpile where she proceeded to dismember his body and stack his limbs and torso on the wood pile; stacked like cordwood. After Sarah had disposed of her husband, she proceeded to do the same frightful deeds to her three children.

After she had killed her family, Sarah either came to her senses, or perhaps while still in her deranged state, she pulled up the rope from the well and untying it from the winch and the bucket, she returned to the front of her home, and climbing on a rocking chair, she secured the rope to the porch roof beams and hanged herself directly in front of the front door of the home. It was three days before anyone in the then sparsely-populated area discovered the horror which was the Blackstone homestead, and notified the authorities.
Although the evidence suggested that she had killed and dismembered all three children, the remains of 15-year old Sally were never located. Sarah’s hanging rope remained swinging from the roof beams for many years before it came up missing. The home and land had been sold and all of the furniture was removed and no one ever lived there again.
During those years that the rope remained, local folk would often go to the Blackstone home late at night and creep up to the porch and position themselves directly beneath that horrible rope of despair and peer through the keyhole. If you looked through the keyhole it was said that you could see all of the way through the little parlor and through the little dining room and through the small kitchen. You could see all of the way through the keyhole in the rear door of the home and see the late-night darkness behind the house; and if you listened ever so quietly, you would not see anything move but you would hear something that you could never forget…
Now, I believe that what people would hear was simply the whispering of the breeze that soughed between the banks of the little creek that flowed gently past the Blackstone home. That same breeze sighed through the old-fashioned keyholes on the front and rear doors of that little saltbox house, making a soft, moaning sound; I believe with all of my heart that was what people heard, but local legend has it if you went to the Blackstone home late, late at night, and if you crept ever so quietly up to the porch and if you stopped directly beneath the remains of Sarah’s horrible hanging rope, and if you put your ear to the keyhole and listened very carefully, you would hear something that sounded like a young girl crying softly. If it's true:
May God rest her poor tormented soul.
Submitted 12-8-1992 RLH

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08/28/2023

An incredible new post about orbs on Swamp Road.
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"Asking For Trouble"
Dear Swamp Road Editor,
I want to post on your site the true facts about my sister and myself having multiple paranormal encounters on Swamp Road. I also want to tell your readers what happened to us that has completely changed our minds concerning things of the supernatural or paranormal.
We loved watching all of the shows on TV about ghosts and UFOs (UAPs now).
We were especially influenced by the film "Unacknowledged" by Dr. Steven Greer where he introduced the concept of the "CE-5" - a personal contact with a UFO initiated by a person who is meditating. In other words, a close encounter of the 5th kind. He said you could summon UFOs by psychically making your desire to make contact with them known through meditation. The UFO and its occupants would "sense" your desire and respond by showing up. We were skeptical, but wanted to try it for ourselves.

Our first attempt was a great success, we had parked on Swamp Road after midnight where it is dark and quiet. Of course Swamp Road was the obvious choice for our attempt; it is well-known as a place of mystical and spiritual occurrences. We sat on a blanket, held hands and silently meditated on letting the UFOs know we wanted to see them. After 30 minutes or so we noticed 2 orange-colored lights extremely high in the sky moving slowly from west to east. They appeared high enough to have been satellites, but as we watched them, they suddenly stopped moving. Satellites don't do that!
They both remained stationary for about 5 minutes and then they went straight north toward Polaris, the North Star, as they neared Polaris they faded completely away.
We were thrilled. There was no doubt that we had "summoned" those 2 craft. It worked! We were blessed with a CE-5! We couldn't wait to do it again. We couldn't get back out to Swamp Road again for a week, but when we could, we went to the same spot and set up and meditated just as before.
It only took about 15 minutes the second time, and they appeared, 2 orange orbs high in the sky, moving slowly west to east. No flashing lights, no sound and this time they were much closer.
They didn't stop this time, but they did do a U-turn and head back west after they made it over our location. They were still very high in the sky, but closer and very distinct. Of course, we were excited beyond imagining.
Only 2 days later was our third and last exercise in summoning UFOs telepathically. I will never forget the date; it was August 1, 2022; just after midnight on a clear, moon-less night.
When we arrived at our site, we saw that our 2 orange-hued orbs were already suspended high in the sky, as if they were waiting for us; I think they were. We held hands as we sat on the blanket, but we never had a chance to meditate. Immediately, the orbs began to slowly descend toward us. I said out loud, "Oh, come to us, visitors, we welcome you. We desire to meet you and learn from you. Please come closer and let us know you."
At this point I feel the necessity of interjecting a few important thoughts: first, we assumed that the orbs were some sort of craft that was either occupied or was controlled from a distance by an alien intelligence; what we thought of as a sort of 'space brother.' I believe that such craft are the cause of many UFO reports. One thing we did not consider was that these orbs might be living, sentient beings themselves. We were so naïve.
The orbs slowly moved within 50 feet of the ground and about 50 yards from us. As they moved closer to me and my sister we could tell they were about 2 feet across and surprisingly, they appeared to have a face, a human-looking face! The faces were smiling at us as they drew closer.
My sister, in her joy and excitement shouted, "Thank you Jesus, thank you!" The orbs stopped instantly and their faces took on a look of surprise, fright and confusion, but then, quickly their expressions turned to reflect great anger, hate and hostility. Their appearance became demon-like and they gnashed their teeth and growled at us.
They backed away, slowly at first and then shot up into the high atmosphere and out of sight.
We had assumed that they were friendly aliens, but they showed themselves to be evil, dangerous spirits. As Paul wrote in the Bible we fight against: "The powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil." I don't know what their plan was, but I'm sure that they meant to steal our souls; and WE invited them in!
We learned our lesson, believe me; we don't summon UFO's anymore. We learned that we have no business delving into things we don't understand, things that are powerful, dark and deadly, both to body and to soul.
We had an old Ouija board that we played with on occasion, but the next morning we took it out into the back field and buried it deeply with a full box of salt poured over it and a large flat stone laid over it as well to help keep it down. We also sprinkled a lot of sage over the spot. You may think that we over-reacted, but if you had seen the evil expressed in those demonic orb faces, you would have done at least as much as we did. Don't mess with the paranormal and the supernatural.
Don't go asking for trouble.
As submitted by Sissy Spiner
Newark, OH August 1, 2023
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"Asking For Trouble"
Dear Swamp Road Editor,
I want to post on your site the true facts about my sister and myself having multiple paranormal encounters on Swamp Road. I also want to tell your readers what happened to us that has completely changed our minds concerning things of the supernatural or paranormal.
We loved watching all of the shows on TV about ghosts and UFOs (UAPs now).
We were especially influenced by the film "Unacknowledged" by Dr. Steven Greer where he introduced the concept of the "CE-5" - a personal contact with a UFO initiated by a person who is meditating. In other words, a close encounter of the 5th kind. He said you could summon UFOs by psychically making your desire to make contact with them known through meditation. The UFO and its occupants would "sense" your desire and respond by showing up. We were skeptical, but wanted to try it for ourselves.

Our first attempt was a great success, we had parked on Swamp Road after midnight where it is dark and quiet. Of course Swamp Road was the obvious choice for our attempt; it is well-known as a place of mystical and spiritual occurrences. We sat on a blanket, held hands and silently meditated on letting the UFOs know we wanted to see them. After 30 minutes or so we noticed 2 orange-colored lights extremely high in the sky moving slowly from west to east. They appeared high enough to have been satellites, but as we watched them, they suddenly stopped moving. Satellites don't do that!
They both remained stationary for about 5 minutes and then they went straight north toward Polaris, the North Star, as they neared Polaris they faded completely away.
We were thrilled. There was no doubt that we had "summoned" those 2 craft. It worked! We were blessed with a CE-5! We couldn't wait to do it again. We couldn't get back out to Swamp Road again for a week, but when we could, we went to the same spot and set up and meditated just as before.
It only took about 15 minutes the second time, and they appeared, 2 orange orbs high in the sky, moving slowly west to east. No flashing lights, no sound and this time they were much closer.
They didn't stop this time, but they did do a U-turn and head back west after they made it over our location. They were still very high in the sky, but closer and very distinct. Of course, we were excited beyond imagining.
Only 2 days later was our third and last exercise in summoning UFOs telepathically. I will never forget the date; it was August 1, 2022; just after midnight on a clear, moon-less night.
When we arrived at our site, we saw that our 2 orange-hued orbs were already suspended high in the sky, as if they were waiting for us; I think they were. We held hands as we sat on the blanket, but we never had a chance to meditate. Immediately, the orbs began to slowly descend toward us. I said out loud, "Oh, come to us, visitors, we welcome you. We desire to meet you and learn from you. Please come closer and let us know you."
At this point I feel the necessity of interjecting a few important thoughts: first, we assumed that the orbs were some sort of craft that was either occupied or was controlled from a distance by an alien intelligence; what we thought of as a sort of 'space brother.' I believe that such craft are the cause of many UFO reports. One thing we did not consider was that these orbs might be living, sentient beings themselves. We were so naïve.
The orbs slowly moved within 50 feet of the ground and about 50 yards from us. As they moved closer to me and my sister we could tell they were about 2 feet across and surprisingly, they appeared to have a face, a human-looking face! The faces were smiling at us as they drew closer.
My sister, in her joy and excitement shouted, "Thank you Jesus, thank you!" The orbs stopped instantly and their faces took on a look of surprise, fright and confusion, but then, quickly their expressions turned to reflect great anger, hate and hostility. Their appearance became demon-like and they gnashed their teeth and growled at us.
They backed away, slowly at first and then shot up into the high atmosphere and out of sight.
We had assumed that they were friendly aliens, but they showed themselves to be evil, dangerous spirits. As Paul wrote in the Bible we fight against: "The powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil." I don't know what their plan was, but I'm sure that they meant to steal our souls; and WE invited them in!
We learned our lesson, believe me; we don't summon UFO's anymore. We learned that we have no business delving into things we don't understand, things that are powerful, dark and deadly, both to body and to soul.
We had an old Ouija board that we played with on occasion, but the next morning we took it out into the back field and buried it deeply with a full box of salt poured over it and a large flat stone laid over it as well to help keep it down. We also sprinkled a lot of sage over the spot. You may think that we over-reacted, but if you had seen the evil expressed in those demonic orb faces, you would have done at least as much as we did. Don't mess with the paranormal and the supernatural.
Don't go asking for trouble.
As submitted by Sissy Spiner
Newark, OH August 1, 2023
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08/28/2023

An incredible report of orbs on Swamp Road!

The Swamp Road Chronicles®

"Asking For Trouble"
Dear Swamp Road Editor,
I want to post on your site the true facts about my sister and myself having multiple paranormal encounters on Swamp Road. I also want to tell your readers what happened to us that has completely changed our minds concerning things of the supernatural or paranormal.
We loved watching all of the shows on TV about ghosts and UFOs (UAPs now).
We were especially influenced by the film "Unacknowledged" by Dr. Steven Greer where he introduced the concept of the "CE-5" - a personal contact with a UFO initiated by a person who is meditating. In other words, a close encounter of the 5th kind. He said you could summon UFOs by psychically making your desire to make contact with them known through meditation. The UFO and its occupants would "sense" your desire and respond by showing up. We were skeptical, but wanted to try it for ourselves.

Our first attempt was a great success, we had parked on Swamp Road after midnight where it is dark and quiet. Of course Swamp Road was the obvious choice for our attempt; it is well-known as a place of mystical and spiritual occurrences. We sat on a blanket, held hands and silently meditated on letting the UFOs know we wanted to see them. After 30 minutes or so we noticed 2 orange-colored lights extremely high in the sky moving slowly from west to east. They appeared high enough to have been satellites, but as we watched them, they suddenly stopped moving. Satellites don't do that!
They both remained stationary for about 5 minutes and then they went straight north toward Polaris, the North Star, as they neared Polaris they faded completely away.
We were thrilled. There was no doubt that we had "summoned" those 2 craft. It worked! We were blessed with a CE-5! We couldn't wait to do it again. We couldn't get back out to Swamp Road again for a week, but when we could, we went to the same spot and set up and meditated just as before.
It only took about 15 minutes the second time, and they appeared, 2 orange orbs high in the sky, moving slowly west to east. No flashing lights, no sound and this time they were much closer.
They didn't stop this time, but they did do a U-turn and head back west after they made it over our location. They were still very high in the sky, but closer and very distinct. Of course, we were excited beyond imagining.
Only 2 days later was our third and last exercise in summoning UFOs telepathically. I will never forget the date; it was August 1, 2022; just after midnight on a clear, moon-less night.
When we arrived at our site, we saw that our 2 orange-hued orbs were already suspended high in the sky, as if they were waiting for us; I think they were. We held hands as we sat on the blanket, but we never had a chance to meditate. Immediately, the orbs began to slowly descend toward us. I said out loud, "Oh, come to us, visitors, we welcome you. We desire to meet you and learn from you. Please come closer and let us know you."
At this point I feel the necessity of interjecting a few important thoughts: first, we assumed that the orbs were some sort of craft that was either occupied or was controlled from a distance by an alien intelligence; what we thought of as a sort of 'space brother.' I believe that such craft are the cause of many UFO reports. One thing we did not consider was that these orbs might be living, sentient beings themselves. We were so naïve.
The orbs slowly moved within 50 feet of the ground and about 50 yards from us. As they moved closer to me and my sister we could tell they were about 2 feet across and surprisingly, they appeared to have a face, a human-looking face! The faces were smiling at us as they drew closer.
My sister, in her joy and excitement shouted, "Thank you Jesus, thank you!" The orbs stopped instantly and their faces took on a look of surprise, fright and confusion, but then, quickly their expressions turned to reflect great anger, hate and hostility. Their appearance became demon-like and they gnashed their teeth and growled at us.
They backed away, slowly at first and then shot up into the high atmosphere and out of sight.
We had assumed that they were friendly aliens, but they showed themselves to be evil, dangerous spirits. As Paul wrote in the Bible we fight against: "The powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil." I don't know what their plan was, but I'm sure that they meant to steal our souls; and WE invited them in!
We learned our lesson, believe me; we don't summon UFO's anymore. We learned that we have no business delving into things we don't understand, things that are powerful, dark and deadly, both to body and to soul.
We had an old Ouija board that we played with on occasion, but the next morning we took it out into the back field and buried it deeply with a full box of salt poured over it and a large flat stone laid over it as well to help keep it down. We also sprinkled a lot of sage over the spot. You may think that we over-reacted, but if you had seen the evil expressed in those demonic orb faces, you would have done at least as much as we did. Don't mess with the paranormal and the supernatural.
Don't go asking for trouble.
As submitted by Sissy Spiner
Newark, OH August 1, 2023
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07/20/2023

Ghostly activities! A new report by an admitted thief of cemetery property!
Read "St. Jude's Cemetery Gate" at www.swamproad.com