Beauty, Apparitions & Fishing


Diana’s Pool in Chaplin CT has it all.  A beautiful spot on the Natchaug River, lots of history, great fishing, wonderful picnic spots, and a great place to spend a day trying to reunite with nature and get away from it all.  And you’ll never feel alone. The apparition of a woman has been seen around the high cliffs bordering the pool many times over the years.


Is that woman Diana?  There’s no hard evidence if it is or not.  The pool has a few tales associated with it.  Two would suggest it is her. Supposedly, her lover left her and she couldn’t take the pain of losing him so jumped into the water from the cliffs. Another doesn’t intimate suicide, but says she slipped on all her tears and fell into the water from high up.  And a third version of the legend says the pool is named after the Diana family who once did business there and doesn’t mention a woman at all.  Even if the third option is the correct one, it doesn’t negate the fact that something ethereal has been seen there floating over the area.  And the activity continues.


Although there are signs posted that state, “No Swimming”, and a warning of being fined if you do, people still come here and swim.  The state does stock the pool and fishing is allowed.  There’s a hiking trail about a mile-ish long abutting the river.  There’s a lot of rocks and many of them are quite slippery, so, if you go be prepared for a not-so-easy jaunt.

Around 1983 the state closed the pool to swimmers explaining that all the people visiting the spot were ruining the environment around it.  This angered a lot of town folks who grew up in the area. This was their swimming hole and always had been.  Maybe the woman is an earlier resident of the Chaplin area going back to visit the area she loved, doing something she was prohibited from doing while still alive. 

The Natchaug River flow isn’t always smooth, either.  There are a couple of waterfalls leading to the pool and sometimes the water rushes in a raging current through the area.  Other times are more serene.  Some people have reported hearing voices – not of the living.  Perhaps one is the voice of an old angler telling anyone fishing there to get out, it’s his spot to fish?  Orbs also seem to be a frequent occurrence.  Some follow you as you mosey around.  Did you want a tour guide?  

     -ashanta

A New Look at Mercy Brown, R.I.’s Vampire

Mercy Brown was not a vampire, but she is a ghost – and an active one.

For those not familiar with the story, Mercy Brown put Exeter, Rhode Island on the map. In the last half of the 1800’s consumption was on a rampage throughout the area. Death tore families apart and wiped out large populations of cities, towns, and small rural villages like Exeter. The Brown family was no exception.

Mary E. Brown, wife of prominent farmer George Brown, was the first in the family to die of this infectious illness. Twenty year old daughter Mary Olive soon followed. In 1892 younger daughter Mercy drew her last breath. Shortly after Mercy’s death her brother Edwin was diagnosed with the same disease as were many other townsfolk. This became too much for the local villagers to handle and with ill-equipped physicians and little known about medical issues, fears started to mount.

As panic set in rational thought went out. Rumors of vampires spread quickly throughout the community and a demand to find the vampire became an exigency. Since Mercy was the most recent to pass on, she was targeted by villagers. It’s not a positive, but it is believed that since Mercy died in January 1892 her body was kept in an above-ground crypt until warmer weather would make a ground interment easier.

George Brown didn’t believe much in vampires and especially didn’t think his daughter was one, but with the townsfolk unbridled fear and demands for proof, George agreed to an exhumation.

A short time after her death, Dr. Harold Metcalf assisted in the examination of Mercy’s body. It was found that she still looked very much alive and still had blood in her heart. The superstitious vampire hunters were convinced they had found the revenant attacking the living among them. Her heart and liver were removed from her body and burned on the spot.

Now, 128 years later, we think we know vampires don’t exist, but in 1892 people believed more in them than they did a doctor’s explanation of disease. So back then the people were relieved they had slain their monster. But, people in the years that have followed that vile mutilation of a person much loved by her family, know Mercy was not laid to rest. After such a desecration is it any wonder Mercy is still very much with the living?

Mercy’s, (I’d like to say resting spot, but that wouldn’t be true), grave is located in Chestnut Hill Cemetery behind the Baptist Church on Ten Rod Road in Exeter. If you visit the cemetery, the Brown plot lies near a pine tree about mid-way down. Mercy’s headstone is quite obvious – it’s the one with the steel reinforcement around the bottom to prevent souvenir hunters from once again going off with the famed marker.

A visit to Chestnut Hill could well introduce you to Mercy. On entering, there is a feeling of being watched and sometimes followed. Many people have reported seeing a woman walking around the grounds – an ethereal woman dressed in white. There have been observations of blue lights weaving their way around grave stones. White orbs are abundant, also, especially around the old crypt where her body may have been placed to await ground interment in the warmer spring months.

While Mercy Brown wont be waiting in Exeter to bite your neck, she most likely is waiting for you to know her real story. So many brutal acts have been committed as the result of superstitions and ignorance. And the sadder part is that many actions still happen today with the same illogical reasoning and stupidity.

– ashanta