A Midnight Encounter With an Eerie Swamp Creature in The Bridgewater Triangle

Everyone has heard of the Bermuda Triangle but there is a much scarier, eerie place in the United States. It is in the Commonwealth of Massachusetts and is called the Bridgewater Triangle. It is a section of Southeastern Massachusetts covering some 200 miles - centered around the present day towns of Raynham and Bridgewater and the remains of the ancient Hockomock Swamp.

The swamp was cursed by the doomed King Philip, son of the great Wampanoag Chief Massasoit. After Massasoit died at an age over 80, the Europeans began breaking the treaties that had held for many decades - from 1620 to almost 1700. This led to the slaughter that nearly wiped out the whole Wampanoag tribe (They called it King Phillip's War - but how could it have been a war when there were more than 50,000 europeans and less than 5000 Wampanoags).

As Philip lay dying he cursed both the European settlers and the land that they took. Since then, for over 350 years, hundreds of years strange things have happened in the area of the swamp.

You can look up the Bridgewater Triangle on Wiki and read about the many murders, UFO sightings, the strange phantom dog with red eyes that kills horses, the satanic killings, the Pterodactyls that fly there to this day, the Ghosts etc. It is not my intention to recount or verify any of those ghastly happenings in the triangle, I am only going to detail what happened to me one starless night long, long ago.

Over the last few hundred years, much of the Hockomock swamp has been filled in and whole towns have sprung up where formerly, murky waters were home to many thousands of varieties of fish, birds and other unusual creatures - some unknown to the rest of the continent.

My home in the Bridgewater Triangle was built in Raynham on a knoll just a few hundred yards from an entrance to a large tract of the Hockomock that has not been filled and was never fully explored - its expanse of hundreds of acres being entirely owned and protected by a survivalist family who regularly fire vintage civil war cannons to scare away would-be intruders.

Buffering my backyard from the entrance to the swamp, is a several mile long swath of undeveloped land, occupied only by high tension power lines running from Providence up towards Boston. Even in daylight, walking this overgrown tract that we called ‘the High Tees’, is somewhat disconcerting because it is used as a main highway for a kaleidoscope of animals including coyotes and the occasional wildcat and mountain lion. At night those relatively harmless mammals are reportedly joined by a plethora of bizarre creatures - some beyond description.

For six years, I worked a three to midnight shift and when I got home my custom was to walk my dog - a 100 pound female Rotweiller-Shepherd mix. ‘Samantha’ and I loved our exercise and we walked every single night Summer and Winter.

We usually walked on the sidewalks towards the center of town and stayed away from the Hockomock Swamp. But one night, we varied our routine and walked through the woods toward an old dam that once provided water power for an early iron works.

‘Sam, why do you want to walk the High Tees?,’ I asked her as she pulled me towards the tall wires that were shrouded by even loftier trees. Sammy just looked at me with her bright eyes. She did not bark or get excited like she did when we went for hamburgers at McDonalds or swimming at ‘The Nip’. But I could tell she wanted to walk the different route.

I went along with Sam’s wishes because we were best friends. My grandchildren had often joked that I treated Sam better than them. “I treat Sam like a person because she acts like one, while you guys act like animals!”, I told them.

As Sam and I cut through the backyard and entered the High Tees, darkness was instant and total. No streetlights or star lights can penetrate the canopy of the rangy hundred year old pines that dwarf the power lines.

About a half mile into the walk we arrived at a break where a road cuts through the swath . Sam pulled hard on her leash and looked up at me. Her hair stood on end. She made not a noise, but trembled and looked at me for protection.

“What’s wrong Samantha? I don’t see anything. It’s okay baby. We’ll go home now. Come on.”

I tugged on her leash but she did not budge. It wasn’t obstinacy. It was fear. My 100 pound Rot-Shep who would tackle a one ton bison or a wild mountain cat, was scared stiff.

I heard what frightened her before I saw it.

“Eee wah chu. Eee wah chu. Keer. Keer. Eee wah chu.” an eerie call floated to my ears in the still night.

‘Eee WAH CHU. EE WAN CHEW. EEE WAH CHU. KEER, keer EEEEEE WAHHHHHN CHEW.”, the unearthly high pitched voice was closer and louder.

There was a street lamp about 20 feet in front of me and it cast a bluish circle of light on the pavement.

Into the circle walked a hairy creature about three to four feet tall which weighed probably a hundred pounds.

“EEEE WAH CHU EEEEE WAH CHEW CHEW … Chew Chew. Eee wah chu.,” it repeated over and over again.

It stood very straight on two feet and looked at me with eyes that were too large for its head - like the eyes of an owl. Sammy and I were frozen as we watched the creature. It did not advance further and did not appear to be threatening us - but we were scared still. Sam did not bark, nor whine. She trembled slightly and kept looking at me as if to say, “What is it?”

“It’s okay Sam.”, I said unconvincingly.

The creature kept talking and began motioning with its arms. It wore no clothes and was completely covered with coarse, unkempt hair that was about five or six inches long. It seemed to have a pot belly and I took it to be in the young stages of old age.

We stood watching the thing for not more than a minute but it felt like hours. It kept speaking to us, but made no further movement toward us. I summoned enough courage to ask it a few questions but got no answer other than “EEE WAH CHEW” repeated again and again.

If I had been Darwin, or Dr. Livingston, I would have walked to the thing and would have made a great discovery and would have written a new chapter in human history. But I was just a weak, frightened man who slinked away and lost a chance to catalogue an entirely new species.

I am ashamed to admit that I walked away. Sam and I turned and went home as fast as we could.

In my living room, I stayed up all night analyzing the encounter.

I tried to figure out what the hairy thing was saying and my best guess at a translation is this: It was speaking English and saying, “We want you. We want you. Come here. Come here.” “Eee wah chu. Eee wah chu. Keer. Keer. “

To this day, I do not know what they wanted me for. Or maybe it was Sam they wanted. If I had the grit to meet with the creature, I could probably write a good ending to this story. Or maybe Sam and I would have been a midnight snack to a band of hairy, little potbellied carnivores.

Over the years, I did go back to the place of the encounter, but I never again saw the hirsute, big eyed thing that summoned me with the call, “eeeee wah chew … ee wah chu.

I do not know what it was.

I do know what it was not!

It was not a beaver, muskrat, woodchuck, raccoon, bear, or anything like that. It stood very erect, used its arms like a person and was paunchy in the middle. These characteristics do not apply to the various forest creatures that I previously mentioned. Also…IT WAS NOT HUMAN. There is no doubt in my mind that the thing was inhuman.

I guess what it was, or is, is some type of subhuman swamp creature that has lived in the Hockomock swamp for thousands of years. It was living there before the humans came….and it probably will live there, after the humans have gone.

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That strange rock found in the Triangle, The Dighton Rock, has puzzled people for generations. Who put the strange markings on the rock and why? It might be part of the curse of a Wampanoag Chief. For details follow this link to a New England Mystery. The Dighton Rock... http://billrrrr.hubpages.com/_eg8y4okdyscz/hub/Mysteries-of-New-England-The-Cursed-Dighton-Rock

I was never really scared in the Bridgewater Triangle or by The Dighton Rock. I was truly frightened at only one ghostly place. It's a town out West. The Most Haunted, Scary Place - Bisbee Arizona

http://billrrrr.hubpages.com/_eg8y4okdyscz/hub/Most-Scary-Haunted-Place-Bisbee-Arizona

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Here' some video on the Bridgewater Triangle......