The
Swamp Road Chronicles®
Footprints In
The Snow
My
Grandfather told me about the time he saw Swamp Road Sally. He was a
no-nonsense old man and not given to trivial matters or wasting your time. He told me the following story in all seriousness
and I believe it to be true. He said he was driving his old pickup truck he
owned when he was a young man in 1930.
He was traveling home to Etna, Ohio about 3 in the morning after a trip
to Athens county and took a short cut through “Pigeon
Swamp” on what is now called “Swamp Road”.
He said it was in January and it was bitterly cold. There was a strong wind and the snow was
blowing and drifting. It was “nearly a
whiteout” he said.
Suddenly, his right rear tire went
flat. There were no cell phones back
then, and no houses near. He had to pull
to the side of the road to change the tire, despite the weather. He was nearly done and half frozen when he
noticed, coming toward him, footprints in the snow. Footprints caused by the small, bare feet of
a child he couldn’t see. He jumped up
and backed quickly away from the approaching footprints and moved to the other
side of the road. He watched as the
footprints slowly passed by where he stood. The footprints stopped for a very
brief moment, he said, and turned ever so slightly toward him before continuing
on down the road, out of his sight in the swirling snow.
Staying on
the alert for anything that might happen, he finished changing the tire and
jumped into his truck and sped away, as fast as the snow would allow.
Grandpa said that as the invisible
child turned toward him he felt a deep and palpable sense of loss.
The very next night his mother, my
great-grandmother, passed away. Grandpa
always said that his encounter with the ghost child of Swamp Road was in some
way connected to his mother’s death.
He never went down Swamp Road at
night again.
(As Posted by RJ Stauffler,
Berlin, Ohio 12-12-06)
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