News Crew Mystified By Equipment Malfunctions While Touring Bridgewater Triangle Hot Spots

Megan and I at the shores of Bridgewater Triangle hotspot, Lake Nippenicket,
known to locals as simply, "The Nip."
When Fox25 reporter Megan Mahan contacted me last month and asked me to take her and the film crew out to some of the hot spots of the Bridgewater Triangle, I was happy to oblige. It sounded like an adventure and an adventure it certainly turned out to be. On August 7, Fox 25 featured the Bridgewater Triangle on a Zip Trip to Bridgewater. Fox25's Zip Trips are live broadcasts from towns in Massachusetts. They filmed the town tour of Bridgewater on August 4 and I met the crew near Bridgewater State University and we caravaned to the first location...and that's when the trouble began...

The shot should have been easy: Megan Mahan driving into a parking spot in the Mazda Zip Trip car and meeting me asking, "Should I be scared?" But it wasn't. We had to do at five takes. The microphones had failed on station's camera. Jennifer, the camera woman, kept trying different microphones and to her bewilderment, those all failed too. Finally, she took out an old fashioned microphone, shrugged her shoulders and said, "This is how we do it old school style." The crew was half laughing, half genuinely spooked. I was the only one NOT surprised. After all, we were in a hot spot of the Bridgewater Triangle and camera malfunctions, battery drains and equipment failure isn't an UNUSUAL occurrence in the triangle. The last time I had been to Styles & Hart Conservation area--the site of an infamous Bigfoot encounter in 1978--I found a dead bird hanging from a tree, a large ring of quartz stones and a 1950's Pepsi bottle sticking straight up out of the ground (it was worth $75!) and a bag of satanic-looking rings. (It would take a lot to surprise me.)

Next we all caravaned back into our cars and headed to our next location on the other side of Bridgewater, to the town line of Raynham. Lake Nippenicket is a body of water that has had so many tragedies over the years, that swimming was banned in this lake that has an average depth of a mere three feet. I was taking them to one of THE heaviest energy spots in the whole of this bizarre area called the Bridgewater Triangle, so what happened next did not surprise me either. Heading down a long dirt road into Hockomock Swamp, Jennifer's Go Pro camera started to malfunction. She said it "just went nuts" and started flashing and going static. Again...I was not surprised. When the Zip Trip episode aired, I was FINALLY surprised. They used all that happened with their equipment malfunctions for the piece. I thought that was daring and I loved it. Here is a clip from the Fox 25 Zip Trip visit to the Bridgewater Triangle and my little adventure with Melissa Mahan.

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To see the whole Zip Trip Segment of the Bridgewater Town Tour, click here.

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He Moves In Mysterious Ways: The Strange Path of Bigfoot In the Bridgewater Triangle

When I decided to publish a book of Bigfoot reports in the Bridgewater Triangle, I didn't expect to find any surprises. I knew the stories: The Bridgewater "bear" hunt of 1970, when police were deluged with calls of sightings of a seven-foot tall bipedal creature; the Joseph DeAndrade sighting of 1978; the Bigfoot close encounter of John Baker in Hockomock Swamp. And finally, a rash of sightings in the southern area of the Bridgewater Triangle in 2009 investigated by Bigfoot Field Research Organization Investigator, David Brake.

No, I did not expect to find any surprises in compiling my research on the topic of Bigfoot in the Bridgewater Triangle and presenting it in a straight-forward, no frills, information-based report really written for die-hard Bridgewater Triangle buffs. But I did find a surprise. A revelation if you will. And I have to admit, I was excited by my discovery.

When I went to create a map that plotted each location of the encounters cited in my book, I noticed a pattern started to take shape. It was a path! From north to south the sighting locations were almost in a straight line. Here is the first map I created:


"Bam!" I thought, as I put the last point on the map in North Dartmouth. And Kristen was pleased. Then Kristen counted the points on the map she had created and realized that she missed one: The John Baker sighting of 1980 in Hockomock Swamp. The only Bigfoot sighting in the triangle that actually occurred INSIDE of Hockomock Swamp. Kristen was no longer pleased.


Back to the drawing board, I set forth to create a new map. And hoped and that Baker's sighting point would land in the path that had emerged on my map. But I knew it was unlikely. Hockomock Swamp is to the east of the Bridgewater Triangle Bigfoot path, but I still held out hope. I even contacted a family member of Baker's to confirm his location site. I plotted the point then zoomed out on the map. And just as I was afraid of, it fell out of the path to the east. It ruined it, I thought. But did it? Where Baker's was the only sighting to happen in the swamp, his sighting kind of falls out of the pattern, doesn't it?

To see the map with Baker's sighting on it and to learn the details of the Bigfoot reports of the Bridgewater Triangle, check out my book, "Bigfoot in the Bridgewater Triangle: Published Accounts of Sasquatch Encounters in Southeastern Massachusetts, available now digitally through Amazon.
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The Lost Boy of Rehoboth

The swamps of the Bridgewater Triangle have always been regarded as places to be avoided. Children whose homes abutted these dark and dangerous areas were adamantly warned by parents never to venture into the thick and often unsurpassable terrain. Disappearances in the woods and swamps of the Bridgewater Triangle is an area of research I have only recently delved into...and I am shocked at what I am finding: Case after case of disappearances, most of them children, who disappeared right on or near their family homesteads. Most of these stories I have yet to fully investigate, so at this time I can't report if these cases were ever solved, if the children were ever found. Other cases involve adults who went into missing in the woods and were found, but their memories of what happened are murky or non-existent.


This story I am about to tell is one of the most interesting I came across in my research, the search for a lost boy in Rehoboth. So far only one other case that I have happened across can compare to its strangeness; that story involving a woman who disappeared in the woods of AbingtoIn March of 1934 a Rehoboth boy disappeared from his family farm while playing with his sister. 4 1/2-year old Alden Johnson's screams were heard by neighbors, who interpreted the cries as being made by a child in a pain. One witness thought a child had been struck by a car; another suggested it sounded like a child was snatched by kidnapper.


The search began immediately. The area was combed in a two-mile radius around the homestead. "Ponds had been dynamited and pumped out. There was a ray of hope when nothing was found there. Houses and barns had been searched. The possibility of kidnapping or that he been carried off by a hit and run driver was considered and ruled out. There remained only the woods, and experienced woodsmen and State police had search them.”


Twenty-four hours later, the boy's family and searchers began to fear the worst: That "Young Aldie" was dead in the woods, having perished from exposure. The night before had brought a storm to the area and the temperatures had teetered around freezing, pounding the area with freezing rain. The search for the boy was the biggest and most extensive search for any lost person to date at the time. Night was close to falling again on that cold March evening when local C.C.C. (Civil Conservation Corps) members, working in nearby swamp two miles away from where Aldie disappeared, decided to take matters into their own hands. They were packing up to leave their camp and head to their next assignment in Foxboro when the idea came to them. They had just starting searching the swamp when out of nowhere, the little boy appeared and casually walked up to one of the men. The boy looked very happy and not lost at all. Aldie smiled, held up a bundle of twigs and asked the C.C.C. worker if he wanted to buy some flowers. The Civil Conservation Corps worker said of the state that the boy was in when he found him,  "He seemed to be in a daze, but he was smart. He said, “Wanta buy some flowers? And he held out what he had--sprigs and limbs of shrub growth in his hand.I said sure and he seemed delighted." The worker yelled out, "I found him!" And the men all cheered.
"Young Aldie was asked if he had been afraid. He hadn’t been. He had just been picking flowers, he explained, and he could sell them….He was still trying to sell the shrubs and twigs for which he started out on an expedition that brought about the greatest mobilization in searches in the State’s recent history."


Safe with his parents, the boy reported remembering nothing. He didn't seem to know where he was or that any time had gone by since he disappeared. Or what had made him scream so frightfully. All that the little boy remembered was that suddenly he was compelled to leave his sister and go into the woods to pick some flowers. And that if he did that he could sell those flowers and could be rich. When he looked at his twigs, he still saw flowers. He never felt the cold, the rain, had no memory of seeing the C.C.C. workers bonfire which had been going all night...in a swamp that is only known today for one thing: The home of Anawan Rock.

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Freetown Forest: Unidentified Floating Objects Descend From The Sky In 1942

"None of the witnesses saw any "human forms," and one witness suggested perhaps it was parts of a plane that fell to the ground. But no plane parts were found. "None of the citizens reporting to police were certain that the objects floating down were human, but they were certain that "something" had descended over the Freetown and Assonet areas."

What fell from the skies over Freetown Forest on the night of November 4, 1942? I don't know. And neither did the witnesses who saw the "objects" descending from the sky and down into the forest that night, nor did the police who investigated the incident. After receiving four separate reports that night from nervous citizens who witnessed the event, police took the indent very seriously. 

Some witness described the objects as looking like parachutes. And why wouldn't they? It was the dawn of World War II and anything suspicious would certainly be percieved as relating to the war. It isn't unlikely that those scared citizens believed the Germans had started their invasion of Bristol County!

None of the witnesses saw any "human forms," and one witness suggested perhaps it was parts of a plane that fell to the ground. But no plane parts were found. "None of the citizens reporting to police were certain that the objects floating down were human, but they were certain that "something" had descended over the Freetown and Assonet areas."

Sargent Michael Ryan was on duty on Brightman Bridge in Fall River that night, when he was approached by two separate individuals, at two different times. The two witnesses' stories were almost identical. Patrolman Michael Hart was stationed at the other side of town when someone approached him with the same story. By the time an anonymous call came into the station, police were already on alert. 

Authorites searched the woods and found nothing. They contacted the Army who assured them they were not involved in the incident in any way. The mystery was never solved. It is just another page in the open book of the Bridgewater Triangle.

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The Red Headed Hitchhiker: The Four Stories That Made Him Infamous & And the Author Behind the Legend


Ask anyone familiar with the Bridgewater Triangle, "Who is the most famous resident ghost?" and they'll tell you: It's "The Red Headed Hitchhiker of Route 44. This menacing, disheveled-looking phantom, dressed in a red plaid shirt with a messy red beard and crazy hair is said to haunt a five-mile stretch of road at the beginning of 38-mile long route 44. The legend of "The Red Headed Hitchhiker" was first laid out by Rehoboth historian, anthropologist, and archaeologist, Charles Turek Robinson in his 1994 classic, "The New England Ghost Files: An Authentic Compendium of Frightening Phantoms." Robinson called the hitchhiker  "The Red-Headed Phantom of Route 44" and labeled the legends of this maniacal, horrific spirit,  "Ghost File #7." Robinson includes 57 "Ghost Files" in his book, although he collected close to 200 first hand accounts of run-ins with ghosts in his research for this work. Robinson meticulously interviewed each witness three times, as to ensure their authenticity.

Five different local residents came forward to Robinson with similar accounts about a strange man sighted on the dark leg of route 44 that connects Seekonk with Rehoboth. In each of the accounts, the red-headed man looks 100% real, but never speaks, his countenance and blank, his eyes are empty, yet he smiles eerily. And often laughs frantically.

The first witness of "Ghost File #7" is a man Robinson calls, "Joe." Joe reported:  "I saw a man's face outside the car, pressed against the passenger-side window. This was physically impossible...my car was traveling about fifty miles an hour. The face was looking in at me, grinning. I could see that the man had red hair and was wearing a red plaid shirt. I swerved off the highway and brought my car to a stop. But that time, the man had vanished. After about ten minutes I finally calmed down enough to restart my car and drive home. That incident has left me shaken up for the past twenty-five years." Joe's encounter took place in the winter of 1969.


Robinson calls the next witness, "Fred Durpis." One summer night at around 10 o'clock back in 1973, "Fred" saw the "hitchhiker." Fred pulled over to give him a lift and saw the man running toward his truck in his rear-view mirror. The "man" climbed in and Fred asked him where he was headed. The man just sat there in silence, smiling. Again, Fred asked, "Where are you going?" The man just sat there in the cab of the truck, smiling. That was enough for "Fred." He pulled the truck over and ordered the man out. The hitchhiker complied. But instead of opening truck door, he simply disappeared.  "He just stared to get very hazy until I could behind to see through him."

The next tale Robinson tells is of a woman who named "Barbara" who encountered the phantom in February of 1981. The woman was driving along route 44--going about sixty miles per hour--when suddenly she hit a man fitting the description of the infamous hitchhiker: Red hair, red plaid shirt. Only when she hit the man, her car drove right through him.

"There was no time to brake or even swerve the car. In a matter of seconds I ran him over. I mean, I thought I had." Barbara stopped the car, thinking she had just killed someone. Only, no one was there. Walking back to her car after thoroughly checking the road, the woman heard something that chilled her to the bone.

"I heard this loud, horrible laughter coming from the woods to the side of the road, right near the spot where thought I hit the man...The laughter was terrible." She got into her car and drove away, stunned. To her horror, after driving down route 44 not even a mile, there was the man again in the middle of the road and again she drove right through him. Again she stopped the car, but this time she did not get out, only rolled down the car window. Again, she heard the laughter. At that point the woman booked it out of there.

The last story in Robinson's chapter on "Ghost File #7" is about a Swansea couple he calls "Harry and Sheena Hanson." Harry and Sheena were driving route 44 in October of 1984 when their car broke down. Harry told Sheena to stay in the car, while he tried to find a pay phone to call AAA road service. The man makes his way down the dark road when he spots what he describes as a "sloppy looking guy with red messy hair" sitting on the side of the road.

The man asked the stranger if he knew where the closest pay phone is. The stranger didn't answer. The man asked him again. The messy red-haired man only sat in silence staring at him. So the man asked again. And again. And there was silence. One more time the man asked and now he notices what he describes as an "odd grin" upon the stranger's face. The man asked the stranger if he is okay. Upon posing the question, the stranger's face changed. The man described  the eerie nighttime encounter with the "hitchhiker" this way: “Suddenly, the man’s face got very strange. He stopped grinning, he twisted his mouth and I noticed that there was something wrong with his eyes. They were all clouded over--no pupils or anything. Just blank and all white. I began to feel weird and started to walk away from him. As I hurried away, I heard the man laughing. I turned around, but he was no longer there. I mean, I could no longer see him there, but I still heard the laughing. It was coming from just a few feet away from me. And the laughing kept switching locations. First in front of me, then behind me, then to the left of me. It was bizarre."

The man ran back to the car in fright only to find his wife standing outside of it, visibly terrified. She tells her husband that after he left she had turned on the car radio and was listening to a song when to her horror suddenly the song wasn't coming out of the radio anymore: A very creepy man's voice came out of the car's speakers instead. The voice taunted her, called her by name, all the while laughing hysterically.

"Is it just the spread of local folklore that accounts for so many separate reports involving the same alleged phantom? The skeptics among us might say so, though it should be noted that the witnesses interviewed by the author were intelligent, non-superstitious people who related their accounts sincerely, consistently, and credibly. In all cases, they had clearly been affected by their very strange experiences," Robinson states in "Ghost Files."


Charles Turek Robinson at Village Cemetery, Rehoboth. Copyright Taunton Gazette. For full article, click here. 

Robinson--a Harvard educated anthropologist, archaeologist, and writer--was thrown into the world of tracking and recording local ghost stories quite by accident, after running an article one Halloween featuring the work of one of the country's first ghost hunters, Hans Holtzer. In his research, a story about a poltergeist in his hometown of Rehoboth emerged. Soon after the article was published, Robinson's editor started receiving letters addressed to " Charles Turek Robinson" from locals, eager to relay their own accounts of supernatural activity. And the father of a legend was born. In an interview in the May, 2002 edition of "Cyril Magazine," Robinson revealed: "Many of the accounts that were related to me by readers were silly and contained many of the usual stereotypes....I rejected those. However, there were a few that were very provocative in their originality. They did not contain the usual stereotypes and sensationalism. They contained elements so unusual and so original that if these people hadn't really had these experiences, they should have been writing or telescripting in Hollywood."

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The Mystery of The "Black Dog" of The Bridgewater Triangle



In the spring of 1976, the town of Abington went into lockdown mode when a huge throat-eating, "bullet-proof" dog mysteriously appeared in a rural residential area surrounded by over 100-acres of dense swamp. Fear rippled through the south shore of Boston after word got out the killer dog had ripped the throats out of two ponies. The dog had intelligently chased the animals--who had been tethered to trees--around and around until the they were tied helpless, unable to escape the teeth of the horrid beast. When locals read the news that the beast had evaded two different bullets fired by two seperate town officials, all out panic ensued. This event was documented in the chapter on the Bridgewater Triangle in Loren Coleman's "Mysterious America" and has gone down in the Bridgewater Triangle legend books as the "The Black Dog of Abington."

A Gruesome Discovery: Two Ponies Throats Ripped Out By Dog Reportedly As "Large as the Dead Ponies" 


At 7 a.m. on the morning of April 30, 1976,  a sleeping Philip Kane--an Abington firefighter-- was awoken by his 12-year old daughter. Carole Kane had just returned from the backyard in horror. That morning, no doubt, Carole fully expected to find her two ponies, Joe Joe and Peek-A-Boo, hungry as usual, anticipating their morning feed. Instead, something was feeding on them. It was a dog. It was enormous. And it was covered in blood.

After Carole woke him, Philip Kane grabbed a baseball bat and raced out the back door. "Half awake and half dressed, Kane stumbled outside and was startled to see the two ponies, their halters in a tangle, lying on their sides. Their throats had been ripped out. The dog, a large black and brown animal, perhaps a German shepherd and half doberman, was hovering over one of the carcasses eating. The dog looked huge to Kane. Perhaps it was his own fright, he said later, which made the animal appear as large as the dead ponies themselves," The Boston Globe reported. "Kane chased the dog away, first with a baseball bat, and then, when it returned, with a pistol shot that missed. The animal ran into the adjoining thicket and swamps."

The Dog Is Tracked Down By Police, Within Target Range, Cop Shoots But Misses 


The next day, May 1, 1976 would be the last time the dog would be seen. Abington police officer Frank Curran followed a legitimate lead to the Summer Street railroad tracks. There, Curran saw the dog slowly walking along the tracks. The animal was stained with blood. Officer Curran fired at the dog. It was a clean shot. The shot missed its large and slow target for the second time in two days.


"The last time the dog was presumed seen was last Saturday, Frank Curran fired a shot at it, but missed. "It didn't even run, Curran said. it merely turned around and walked in the other direction."

Panic Spreads Throughout The South Shore


"Word spread. The search and fear began. Residents called the police saying they had seen the animal crossing the street, at the dump, at one local ice cream stand, from one end of town to another. One man said he saw the dog, his mouth still dripping with blood, in the woods behind his apartment complex."

Over the next few days, the Abington Police Department would be deluged with over 1,000 phone calls from concerned citizens and witnesses who reported they had seen the large dog. Abington school children would be escorted to their buses by police armed with rifles.

"Kane became an instant expert on the dog. He was called to look at every dog that might fit the description. In one week, he said, he went to Weymouth three times, Brockton twice and Whitman once. None of the dogs was the one."


In Conclusion: My Two Cents


The dog was first seen on one end of Summer Street, and last seen on the other. And within one day. It is hard to believe that two separate town officials could miss such a large and reportedly slow moving target. How those bullets didn't touch the beast and where it disappeared to are the two biggest mysteries of this very true legend.
Summer Street railroad tracks, Abington. Site of where officer Frank Curran
last witnessed the killer dog who disappeared just as mysteriously as it had
appeared the day before. It was here that Curran would fire the second shot that
 would miss the large and slow moving target in close to 24 hours. Two shots
fired by two seperate shooters.

Efforts have been made to speak to Frank Curran, but the closest I have come was a quick Q and A with a close family member, who could only confirm that it did in fact happen. And that he remembered Curran telling him that the dog was covered in blood when he saw him on the tracks. That detail was not reported in newspapers. Frank Curran doesn't speak of the incident. Only one shot fired by him was reported in the newspapers. Only one shot. This doesn't make a lot of sense.

What does make sense is that Curran shot at the animal many times and all bullets inexplicably missed. And that dog possibly disappeared in front of his eyes. That would certainly keep someone from ever wanting to talk about it again. I know it would be for me. And I also know that if there was a killer dog on the loose in my town and I was a cop...and I had tracked it to some railroad tracks, I wouldn't have shot at it just once. Especially if the target didn't even run; Curran reported it walked away slowly down the tracks. If this is true, then why didn't he chase it? Call other officers to cover the train tracks (a straight line)? Try shooting at it again? There is more to this story than we will ever know, I suspect. Mysterious indeed. And certainly deserving of legendary status.

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Bizarre Appearances of Baby Seals in Two Bridgewater Triangle Towns: In A Span of Two Weeks!

What if I told you that today you would walk out your front door and find a baby seal flopping around your lawn? It sounds far fetched, yet actually happened in late March of 2005, when a baby harp seal would appear on the lawn of a home in Middleboro. Making the appearance stranger was the fact that ANOTHER young seal had appeared on the lawn of East Bridgewater home only weeks before.

Baby Harp Seal. Imagine finding this guy on your lawn?
The children of the Middleboro family wanted to keep their seal, born just weeks before. The children named him "Kelby." Kelby weighed a mere 32 pounds and had journeyed all the way from Mount Hope Bay in Fall River, a long 25 miles. Police were quickly called and soon after marine biologists arrived.

One of those marine biologists called to the scene was Belinda Runinstein, a seal specialist from the New England Aquarium. Rubinstein was very intrigued by this case. "What's interesting about this animal is he got himself really far in and up the creek,"

"Over the past two years, she has tagged 43 other seals, though none had traveled so far inland, she said. Rubinstein said it is not uncommon for seals to leave the ocean and swim upstream in search of food, but the mammals usually turn around long before they have traveled a route equal to the Boston Marathon," The Boston Globe reported.

Animals that "don't belong" in the area of the Bridgewater Triangle--yet appear there nonetheless--is a common theme in this area's dark history. Alligators, Africal Sevril, mountain lions, panthers, peacocks, emu and cow moose are just some of the animals whose odd appearances made newspaper headlines. But seals? Come on. That has to be the strangest!





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Reaching Out From Beyond: The Ghostly Hand Print of The Bridgewater Triangle


Photo by Chrs Moody. 

Just in time for Halloween in 1903, newspapers were calling the mystery of ghost hand print that appeared on a window pane in Fall River, Massachusetts a "a striking Spiritualistic manifestation." Hundreds flocked to the home of one Thomas Cross--an "enthusiastic believer in cult" and known Spiritualist--to inspect the mysterious hand print. The print  was believed to have been left by the late Mrs. Cross, also an active Spiritualist. One of the Cross' daughters refused to believe in the "other side" and it was to her that hand print first appeared. It was theorized that the ghost of Mrs. Cross was making one final attempt to convince her daughter that there was indeed an afterlife. The Cross family claimed that the hand print could not be removed from the glass. Even after  repeated efforts, the stubborn hand print could not be erased. Even acid had been applied to the window in a final attempt after using conventional window-washing methods. Acid did not even prove strong enough to remove the ghostly print. The Cross family claimed that any effort used to remove the hand print would only result in the hand print standing out more prominently. A local newspaper reported on October 29, 1903:

"On a pane of glass in a kitchen window can be plainly seen what appears to be the imprint of a woman's hand, the palm, the fingers and thumb, and even the lines of the palm being distinctly visible. All efforts to remove the imprint have failed...The fingers are spread wide apart, and the knuckles are large as though the hand had been used to hard work. The more enthusiastic among the believers in Spiritualism who have witnessed the phenomenon do not hesitate to say that they detect the mark on the third finger showing where the wedding ring was long worn.

Mrs. Cross died two months ago. She too was an ardent Spiritualist, but the children, of whom there are six...know little of the doctrine. The oldest, a girl of 19 years named Elliza, is skeptical of the faith of her parents, and Spiritualists interpret the appearances of the hand on the window glass as a sign to the doubting daughter from the mother.

The had was discovered by the girl as she was wasting the window, and repeated efforts have failed
to erase the imprint. Hot water and soaps, acids and muscular effort have so far served only to make the hand stand out more plainly.

"The merely curious who have visited the place have bent their energies to finding an explanation of the mystery and have even gone so far as to remove the window from its place to permit a more thorough examination. One after another have given up the puzzle.

Mr. Cross does not attach great importance to the matter, as he says he is accustomed to receiving still more wonderful communications from the departed."

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Hey! Teacher! Leave Them Kids Alone: An Unusual Bridgewater Triangle Haunting

By Kristen Good

In January of 1886, a Middleboro School house temporarily closed its doors due to panic over a ghost. The ghost--believed to be that of a young boy who died from traumatic injuries after a "severe flogging"-- had a reputation for helping children who were in danger of being punished by the teacher, even assisting the children in solving math problem by writing out the arithmetic in phantom writing mysteriously appearing on the chalkboard. But when Miss Nancy Butler--a young woman who lived a short distance from the school--claimed that the ghost chased her home from work one night, joining her as she passed by the small school house, the children's fear grew into an all out panic.

One local newspaper reported on January 28, 1886, "Miss Nancy Butler, a young woman living a short distance below the school house, tells her shop mates at the straw works that no longer ago than one week the ghost escorted her while passing down the road by the school house lat in the evening. She was frightened at the sight of the goblin, all in white, and ran, and the ghost pursued and "chased me home she declared excitedly. Many times the school bell has been rung in broad daylight when no one was in the hallway at the bell rope."

Middleboro area residents claimed to have seen a lamp glowing in the midnight hours in the school room, only to look in the windows and see a young boy diligently studying at his desk. "Stories are told of late passers by in the dead of night who have seen a light in the school room, and at intervals, the bell would ring out sharply--always one single stroke--that then the dim form of a boy dressed in white and carrying a lighted lamp would be seen to walk about the school room, and finally seating himself at ta desk, would place the lamp upon it and bend over as if in deep study." Witnesses claimed that daytime of appearances of the spirit boy would always be in particular spot of the in hallways, always with a a beam of light coming out of him. But at night, witnesses claimed described him as "traditional goblin, dressed in white and of extremely ghoulish appearance."

"In the meantime numberless stories are told of the pranks of this spirit of a boy said to have died soon after having received a severe flogging at the hands of a pedagogue. It is related, that on several occasions in a single night, or after the school had been closed for the Saturday holiday and over Sunday, when the school room was opened to the morning the black boards were found to be covered with elaborate designs in scroll work and lettering in a peculiar handwriting entirely different from anything seen on those board at any other time. Sometimes an example of in arithmetic that had puzzled some dull scholar to the verge of desperation would thus be found clearly demonstrated upon the board in the morning, and would be recognized by the scholar at once as intended for his or her befit and would doubtless prevent some punishment from being inflicted. In this way the ghost came to be recognized as a friend of the unfortunate but deserving scholar, who stood in the wrath of a teacher inclined to be unjust or severe."



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Troubled Waters: The Bridgewater Triangle's Infamous Lake Nippenicket


Lake Nippenicket ( or “The Nip” for short) is 354-acres of extreme high strangeness. The Nip straddles Bridgewater and Raynham, and is located on the boundary line of Plymouth and Bristol counties. Cryptic creatures, spectral fires, Native American ghosts, UFOs and other unusual sightings have all been seen here at Lake Nip, a body of water that holds a mysterious history of accidents and drownings. For decades, this lake has held the reputation of stealing the lives people too young to die. With an average depth of a mere three feet—and just six feet at its deepest point—The Nip’s  morbid history of drowning certainly is one of
The Nip’s biggest mysteries.

 It seems as though Lake Nippenicket is a a place where anything can happen. The skies over The Nip are a favorite hangout for UFOs, and those same strange skies over the lake have rained frogs on at least on
Alien pods? No, just a bryazoan, a rare organism that  survived the ice age
which made an appearance in Lake Nip in the summer of 2012.
occasion.  In the 1920s, one local paper reported that Lake Nippenicket had snakes so large, they were eating the trout. In the summer of 2012, huge alien-looking blobs mysteriously invaded the dark waters of Lake Nippenickett. Some as large as four feet,  the strange jellyfish-looking organisms turned out to be a strange and little known about species that is millions of years old, having survived the ice age called Bryazoans. Bryazoans are typically found in the Arctic Ocean, but this particular breed--the Phylactomlaemata-- is found in freshwater. With tentacles, a mouth and reproductive organs, these creatures are one of Earth’s most bizarre creatures. That they would make an appearance here at the Nip is not that much a stretch of the imagination.

Black magic is said to be conducted on the islands of The Nip and local legend has it that the island are very sacred Indian burial grounds. Jack Kelley knows firsthand that crazy stuff goes on the islands. Growing up on the lake, Kelley has seen plenty of bizarre activity in his lifetime. “One time I rowed out to the small island and there we found evidence of voodoo. We found a weird doll with a seashell necklace and real human hair. It was real detailed. I touched it and wished I hadn’t. I felt weird for weeks until I went back. It was gone. All the ritual sites were gone.” On the large island, Kelley also had many strange experiences, including this one: “One time a friend and I camped out on the island there in The Nip. Out of nowhere my friend started feeling suicidal. He was like “blank.” He started walking into The headline read: water and tried to drown himself. Something had taken over his body and he was blank. Lifeless.”

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Sachem Rock Farm: Monumental History, Murder & War


Not only is Sachem Rock Farm--owned by the town of East Bridgewater and the site of the East Bridgewater Senior Center-- the precise spot where first inland Native American land sale in the United States was made, it is also the site of the of one of the nine homes in East Bridgewater to burned to the ground by King Philip’s warriors in King Philip's War. It’s no surprise the Latham farm was first to be attacked. With this house, it was personal. Robert Latham’s wife, Susanna was a Winslow--a name that was almost royalty in the colony. Susanna’s mother was the famous Mary Chilton, the first woman to step on American soil off of the Mayflower. Her father was John Winslow, the brother of the esteemed Governor Edward Winslow. But more importantly…her other uncle was General Josias Winslow of The Plymouth Colony Militia, the captor and suspected murderer of Alexander, King Philip’s elder brother.

Robert Latham was a well respected man, even serving as town constable at the time of the war. The fact that not ten years earlier, Latham and his wife Susanna were charged and found guilty of murder seemed to do little to effect the Latham’s social standing in the colony.

The Murder


In 1659, Robert and Susanna were charged with the murder of their servant, John Walker. In the book Plymouth Colony: Its History and People 1620-1691 it says of the crime: "On 31 January 1654/55 a coroner's jury was called to view the body of Latham's servant boy, John Walker." The jury found that the body of John Walker was blackish and blew, and the skine broken in divers places from the middle to the haire of his head, viz, all his backe with stripes given him by his master, Robert Latham, as Robert himselfe did testify; and also wee found a bruise of his left arme, and one of his left hipp, and one great bruise of his brest; and there was the knuckles of one hand and one of his fingers frozen, and alsoe both his heeles frozen, and one of the heeles the flesh was much broken, and alsoe one of his little toes frozen and very much perished, and one of his great toes frozen, and alsoe the side of his foot frozen; and alsoe, upon the reviewing the body, wee found three gaules like holes in the hames, which wee formerly, the body being frozen, thought they had been holes; and alsoe wee find that the said John was forced to carry a logg which was beyond his strength, which hee indeavoring to doe, the logg fell upon him, and hee, being downe, had a stripe or two, as Joseph Beedle doth testify; and wee find that it was some few daies before his death; and wee find, by the testimony of John Howland and John Adams, that heard Robert Latham say that hee gave John Walker som stripes that morning before his death; and alsoe wee find the flesh much broken of the knees of John Walker, and that he did want sufficient food and clothing and lodging, and that the said John did constantly wett his bedd and his cloathes, lying in them, and so suffered by it, his clothes being frozen about him; and that the said John was put forth in the extremity of cold, though thuse unabled by lamenes and sorenes to performe what was required; and therefore in respect of crewelty and hard usage he died.

The Land Sale





1661. Massasoit dies. The peaceful era between colonist and Indian was over. After his brother Alexander is allegedly poisoned by General Josiah Winslow in 1662, it is now perfectly clear to Massasoit’s son, Metacom (commonly known by his English name “Philip”) what the intentions of the people who had arrived upon the shores of a land that had already been inhabited for 10,000 years just 40 years before: They wanted it all and did not play by any rule understood by the Wampanoags.

The native name for Sachem Rock was Wonnocoote. Up until the turn of the 20th century, locals still referred to Sachem Rock Farm as “Cootah Hill.” In 1649 Massasoit met with reprentatives of Duxbury at Sachem Rock. It was on March 23, 1649, when Chief Massasoit unknowingly traded miles of fertile land enriched by the waters of The Matfield, Hockomock, and Town Rivers as well as West Meadow Brook for mere provisions for his tribe. Seven coats, nine hatchets, eight hoes, twenty knives, four moose skins and 10 yards of cotton is what the Wompanoags were paid for the territory of Bridgewater. The implications of a “land sale” was unfathomable to the Native American psyche at this time. The concept that land could be regarded as ‘ownable’ was unfamiliar one to the Wompanoags. It is no wonder that Sachem Rock, the very site of this monumental land sale has been witness to tragic events that date back to King Philip’s War in 1676.

On April 9, 1676, the Natives crept up Satucket Path to the Latham farm. Robert Latham’s house would be the first of nine houses to be destroyed by fire that day, the natives sparing only one dwelling…that of Nicholas Byram. Byram settled in East Bridgewater in 1662, and during that time it seems he broke the strict law of the colony not to sell cider or any other spirits to the red man. Breaking the law earned him one of the only surviving houses in the Bridgewater area after King Philip’s War.



Today, a stone marks the very spot Latham house stood before it was destroyed by arson.




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Tales From The Bridgewater Triangle Zone: Eyewitness Accounts of High Strangeness


"You unlock this door with the key of imagination. Beyond it is another dimension - a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind. You're moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas. You've just crossed over into...the Twilight Zone." If there is any place that one could compare to the Bridgewater Triangle, the Twilight Zone would be it. The stories that hail from this bizarre area as strange and diverse as story lines from the "Twilight Zone!" Here are some of the creepiest stories eye witnesses have ever sent to me.


2014

  • Now, let me go with this. I am a writer and a student, in a way, of the Hockomock Swamp. I have attached here a link to a story I wrote on the swamp that ran in Boston Globe South a number of years ago. I have also attached here a photo of a path through the swamp. I know about the fascination people across America have with the Hockomock Swamp, and the Bridgewater Triangle, in which the swamp is located. I know many, many people believe weird things take place in the swamp. But I have to say this, I don't believe that anything paranormal or extrasensory takes place in the swamp. Then again, let me come clean. About 1:45 this morning, I was driving east along Rte. 106/Foundry St., probably a few hundred yards before the intersection of Foundry Street and Prospect Street. And, then, something ... raced ... from right to left across my view ... so that would be something running from the neighborhood of the Hockomock Swamp across my view .. that looked like, well, a razorback hog ... but we don't have razorback hogs up here, right? Very interesting.
  • I was just past Colleties Market in Raynham, heading towards 138. It looked like a quick bright flash if light in the sky... And then was gone... Like someone in a dark room turned a flashlight on and then off again...I actually saw a helicopter shortly after. It was dark. I couldn't tell the color, but my eyes were on the sky!

2013
  • I wanted to share something odd that happened to me about a month ago. As I was trying to fall asleep, I was lying on my back, looking towards my window to my left. A man was trying to look out the window. (I had my blinds closed, I noticed he had a white tee shirt on and was either bald or had very thin hair...he was moving up and down back and forth trying to see something. I thought at first it was my dad but he would have knocked before coming in and it was around 4 am. When it hit me that it could not be my father the “man” evaporated into an eggshell white color smoke.  It rose quickly to my ceiling. I remember two wisps of smoke licking my ceiling before it went into the ceiling.

2012
  • I used to live in West Bridgewater. I am very familiar with the Hockomock Swamp. I’ve gone pretty deep out there hunting. But me and a buddy of mine were camping out off the town river one day and there must have been at least 20 of these crazy shaped aircrafts with different crazy lights go over head, just above the trees. They weren’t that high up at all. WE could not figure out what they were, they were silent, made no sound, and were not normal aircraft. Just puts into mind that there are strange things among the Hockomock Swamp.
  • There are Army helicopters that fly over REALLY low over the parking lot of the school I teach at in Brockton (East Side) Sometimes we see men hanging out of them. The WHOLE SCHOOL sees this! Yeah! Try teaching a class and hearing/seeing the helicopters flying low over the parking lot/house.
  • It happened like one or two times. I’d be by myself in the swamp near the Prospect Hill Extension. Sundown during deer season is usually between 5 and 6 p’clock. I went to deer stand and in the swamp it and it seemed to get dark like an hour before it should have. I’d walk back to the street and it would still be light out.
  • I camped on the island in the Nip once with a friend and my friend all of a sudden felt suicidal and went blank and he tried to walk into the water. I had to stop him. Another time on the beach at the Nip, a friend and I were camping we felt the presence of like a dog. I've heard the term hellhound but it had red eyes.  When I would approach it, it would be behind me somewhere and then move again. It seemed huge. It was not of this world.
  • I lived in that area for over 17 years. I grew up in the swamp exploring the swamp every day. But I always got this weird feeling that I was being watched when I would be coming back form the deerstands  after sundown. 
  • On September 16, 2012, Benoit witnessed a very bright stationary light that she focused on because of its unusualness. It was too bright to be a star and definitely not a plane. Others in the area saw the same thing in the sky that night between 8:45 and 9:10 that night. “When I was leaving work at about 8:45 there were three black helicopters flying low toward the direction of the light. I must say it was the first night I ever had an eerie feeling driving near those woods. (Route 105/Halifax/Middleboro line.
  • Tonight at 9:15 while traveling on Slab Bridge Road heading home a large orb like light (larger than a bird and quite bright like a meteor) passed over the road from tree top (arched) to tree top and disappeared. This was just before we passed the entrance of the Freetown State forest. My daughter has seen many unusual things happen on this road at night. This one gave me goose bumps, and we both saw it at the same time. Any idea as to what it could have been?

2011 
  • My cousin and her friend claim they saw something right after Halloween. They were in Brockton, close to 24 and the West Bridgewater/Easton line. They were outside and they said the sky turned turned green all of a sudden. It was after dark, so the sky had been pitch black beforehand. Around the same time, her sister was inside and said the power flickered off and then on.
  • I spotted a shiny saucer about 2 miles away on the 30th of December 2011 floating over south Weymouth, it was a Friday morning and as I did every morning I got ready for work, went to the bus stop and waited for the MBTA. I was in east Weymouth watching at the sky (because I was bored killing time) around 7:55 A.M I glanced up at the sky and saw something that had been reflecting a glare from the sun, I thought it was a plane at first but upon further examination I concluded it was a saucer shape, and was metallic. It stayed for about 2 minutes, and then I glanced away to attempt to re-adjust my eyes the object vanished. If anyone saw the same thing on the same\or close to the 30th please contact me, I’d like to learn more! 
  • Hi! I am Michelle's friend! Yesterday afternoon my husband and I saw a UFO hovering over 106 on the Plympton/Halifax line. It looked almost clear and then it disappeared..Had it been a plane or helicopter it wouldn’t have been gone like that!! Sky was clear blue. Had I not been driving I would have took a picture...very strange experience!
  • I don’t know if it’s part of the triangle, but I’d say about six years ago, my brother-in-law and I were coming back from Attleboro. We were heading East on the same stretch of road going through Plainville we came upon a  stretch of road with fairly  new homes....on the way back,  looking out the car window on the side with the homes on it. Just as I was looking, my brother-in-law says, “Where are the houses? The ones we passed on the way here? Somehow we skipped the houses we had seen

2010
  • I was walking back from Marciano Stadium, and I was looking over towards the Asiaf skating rink, when I saw a really bright light... without blinking lights a plane would have. I pointed it out to my friend who was with me and we both watched as it as it sped up and disappeared. I talked to a few other friends about it, and two of them admitted to seeing it as well.
1989
  • Location: Bridge Street, Bridgewater / East Bridge Water line (just around the corner from CN Smith Farm) I grew up in Whitman on Pleasant Street with access to wooded areas with rivers, swamps and old homes built before the Civil War and older. I say that to say that I have had my share of creepy, weird places which may or may not have had spiritual influences… good or bad. I do not consider myself a psychic but someone who discerns. I have been able to discern when someone has committed suicide in a structure without having any prior knowledge or history. I have had visions, heard demonic voices and seen demonic manifestations, it is not something that I look for but it is something that finds me. I was visiting a close friend of mine’s house that was set back off of Bridge Street, nestled behind trees and undergrowth that had a long drive-way running through it. The property was large and reached back as far as the Matfield River and had swamps and a small pond on it. I remember there was always an unsettling feeling about the wooded area and the pond, it always seemed dark even on the brightest day. There are also the remains of what seemed to be a very large brick structure, we were told that an explosion killed some people there many years ago but I have no proof of that occurrence. The two family dogs always acted strange and very protective when walking the paths to the pond in this area as if they sensed something that the rest of us did not. I distinctly remember walking to the pond with the dogs, one on either side of me and as we passed through two trees (which resembled an airport security metal detector) the dogs both stopped at the same exact time staring at something in front of us but I saw nothing. They didn’t growl, they didn’t move, they just stood still I thought it was a bit creepy and decided to return to the house and not go on my walk through the woods on that day. Just before midnight in mid-November I was spending the night, my good friend in his bed and me on the floor in a sleeping bag, the only light was that of the moon which filled the room. We talked about our favorite bands, hottest girls we knew and what things we wanted to accomplish before we were 40. What I am about to write changed my life and is still very real to me even now 22 years later. Something made a noise in those woods that was like nothing I had ever heard, it was like a scream and a roar mixed together with frequencies so low is rattled the windows and the floor that I was laying on. We both asked, “Did you hear that, what was that”? The both of us too afraid to get up and look out the window eventually fell asleep. In the days that followed we would experience things that can’t be explained without including the supernatural. We heard heavy footsteps running in the woods around us without ever seeing anyone or anything. I personally saw an eight foot humanoid shadow walk out of the woods, stop and turn and look directly at me, what happened next is unclear due to my running away like a small child who had seen a ghost. Then there was the 14 ft. white ghostly apparition that flew from one side of the yard to the other, it had a head and a tail (for lack of better terms) with a face that could not be described other than “fucking scary”! There is much, much more to tell but this is what I wanted to start with more than anything.
1980
  • Both my sisters went to Bridgewater State College and they were friends with some guy who went to school with them, but live in a house off campus. On April 24, 1980 as these guys were asleep thy heard and felt a crash. One of the guys ended up having a body fall on him in bed. He was screaming and his roommates rushed in to his room turned on the lights and saw a charred body lying on him they could actually smell the burned flesh and then it just disappeared!
1972
  • I want to relay this story about, for the lack of a better term, “Bigfoot” sighting me and my best friend Dave had in September 1972 in South Weymouth, Massachusetts. The date was Friday, Sept. 29th, 1972 at about 7:30 pm. Dave and I were 14 years old at the time and had known each other since 1st grade. What happened that night is as follows: Dave’s family just moved to a new neighborhood they were building behind my street (Courier Street). His family lived in my neighborhood before that. That’s how we knew each other for so long. We were walking around his street (Lintric Drive) which is a loop. We all hung up there because there weren’t many houses up there yet, especially on the farm side of his development and we went to school with other kids up there. We happened to run into his 15 year old sister who was babysitting one of the kids who lived there. The girl she was babysitting was about 6 or 7 years old.  Dave’s sister wanted to go over to the old farm field and smoke a cigarette. The incident happed at the old farm field. The field was part of a large horse farm, but not kept up. The grass probably stood 3 feet high. The field was between my street, a new elementary school (Union Street Elementary School), and Lintric Drive. There was a pond in the field to one corner and woods on 3 sides. Other fields, heavier woods, swamps, and creeks went on for quite a distance plus there was a sandpit and the Old Swamp River out in those woods. Dave’s neighborhood was built over the dirt access road that used to be the right of way to the farm. Most of it was still there in 1972. We walked over to the farm field using the old dirt road. Because of the lights around the school, the field was quite brightly lit once your eyes became accustomed to the available light.  The vegetation between the school and the field was low enough at that time to allow a lot of light into the field. We stood in a circle under one of the two large trees that stood on the field. I stood facing Dave, with the school to my left. Dave was busy talking to his sister when I heard or sensed something was with us in the field and at the same time it caught my eye. It was to the left of me, no more than 30 to 50 feet away!  It was a large, hairy creature walking parallel to the school to my left. It kind of looked like a gorilla, but was huge. I remember it had huge shoulders and head. The shoulders looked to me like they were six to eight feet off the ground. The head just went into them, maybe with a slightly conical shape, with no real neck to speak of. Its arms were quit long and the legs short. It looked hairy, but was really just a dark shape against the lights of the school. It crept in short movements. By that I mean it put its arms out, hands down on the ground, and then moved its back legs forward about the same distance...  I saw it do this a few times.  I never saw it walk upright. Although the creature was silhouetted in the light, I could tell it was watching us. I believe it did not want us to see it and was trying to move quietly through the grass on the edge of the field. It did not make any sounds.  It had large shoulders, no neck and a large head. The body was heavily built. The head profile looked like the “Bigfoot” in the 1967 Patterson film when it turned and looked at them as it walked away. Needless to say I must have looked freaked out and turn to look at Dave who also looked the same. I said to him,” do you see that” and he said “yeah”. We just started to run away up the dirt road by to his neighborhood.  We didn’t even say why we were running to his sister. Naturally she and the kid ran when we did. Once we got safely back to Lintric Drive and stopped running Dave’s sister asked why we ran. When we told her, she called us a couple of jerks and thought we were trying to just scare her. She went back to the house she was babysitting at and Dave and I hung out in front of a house that was under construction, 94 Lintric Drive that boarded the field.  There was a small strip of woods between the house and the field. It was right in front of the sighting spot. We wanted to go back and see if the creature was still there, but were too afraid. We heard some noise, wood banging or wood being knocked around at the house under construction and decided that it was in our best interest to leave the area and see if we could find some of our other friends to tell them what we saw and maybe to go back there "in force". As we were walking back to a house where our other friends usually were hanging out at, things got weirder if you can believe it. After walking maybe a couple of hundred feet we were in front of 69 Lintric Drive when the second strange thing happened that night. We had a beam or a ray shoot in front of us. It was higher than the tree tops, but went right across our path. It looked like a blacklight stretched across the sky because it was purple. It was bright but did not illuminate anything. It was almost like it was a solid rod of purple light. It actually hummed and had a feeling of power to it. Very strange! It lasted only a second or two, but truly shocked us.  I’d say it was like 6” in diameter and shot across the sky like a laser beam. We lived less than a mile from the South Weymouth Naval Air Station which was active at the time. I would say the beam would have to cross over the air base and maybe even came from it.  I lived around that base for over 30 years and never saw any beams come from the base before or after that event. I never saw anything like the beam or the creature again. We were always in those woods and fields AT ALL HOURS after that and never saw anything else strange or unexplained again. Although, my youngest sister saw a large UFO come in over the trees and hover over her car at the Union Street Elementary School in July 1983. She had 3 other people in her car and they all saw it. A year later a person I worked with described seeing a UFO in Weymouth, MA in July 1983 that matched my sister’s EXACT description! Unfortunately the farm field, woods, and sandpits are gone, all developed, although the field remains as a golf course. I cannot say if the creature and the light beam were related, but they happened within 10 minutes or less of each other. Dave and I always felt the creature was not of the world and the beam had something to do with it.
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  • I used to see the black helicopters all the time in West Bridgewater. They used to fly over the high school.
  • I'm a 4th generation Bridgewaterian. My great-grandfather had a friend who had a dairy farm back in the day (many, many years ago). His friend's fences started to fall apart one year, and every day he would find a few of his cows dead from suffocation due to all of the "quicksand" type mud holes out in the back section of the Hockomock Swamp. There is still a circulating legend that on certain evenings, when the moon is just right, you can hear the agonizing cries of drowning Holsteins, though there are no dairy farms in the area any longer.
  • When I was 14, my dad worked at the Murray Carver Cotton Gin building in East Bridgewater. Every weekend, we would do night man watch. He would send me out alone with time clock and the things I saw scared the hell out of me: Shadows, glowing yellow eyes, doors being opened, even though I had closed them tight. Now keep in mind that these doors were heavy steel sliding. This stuff went on until the company moved to Georgia.

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    Kristen Good has been researching the mysteries of the Bridgewater Triangle for the last five years. With a large focus on the Native American connection to the supernatural events that occur there, Good’s blog: Bridgewater Triangle History, Mysteries, Curiosities and Crimes (www.thebridgewatertriangle.com) chronicles strange area activity and provides historical accounts of murders and bizarre events. Her Bridgewater Triangle facebook page keeps followers informed of all the latest news in the triangle area.

     

    Good has presented her findings at local historical societies, has been interviewed about the Bridgewater Triangle on Fox 25 News, BeforeitsNews.com, Ghost Chronicles, Beyond This World Radio and Spooky Southcoast,  Currently, Good is writing her first book on the Bridgewater Triangle.   

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