In the over 10 years since the Massachusetts UFO Resource Site went online, I have received countless e-mails from “Bridgewater Triangle” residents. Most have been comments or questions (which I am always happy to answer) but often, the e-mails contain reports of anomalous experiences these residents have had over the years. In the past I have incorporated the reliable reports into my articles but I think it might be interesting to print some of these stories in the witness’ own words. These paranormal encounters in the Bridgewater Triangle are mostly from among the e-mails I have received in the past several years.
From an e-mail I received in August 2009:
"I grew up on West Monponsett Lake, on the Hanson/Halifax line, which, I guess, is just outside the "Bridgewater Triangle" area. Anyways, when I was nine or ten years old (so, 1985 or '86) I woke up one morning and looked out my window and saw two barrel-sized humps in the lake about 40-50 feet out from the shoreline. They were brownish in color, shiny, and each one measured maybe four feet across (in all, 8-10 feet of exposed "something") sticking 2 feet out of the water.
At first it looked inanimate, like two large rubber sacks just floating there (or sunning?). But eventually, they started moving. It submerged in what looked like one motion (leading me to believe it was one "something" and not two). I have seen large snapping turtles, muskrats and beavers in that lake, and it was definitely none of these. It was also not a log or piece of floating debris. I don't know what it was, but it seemed to be a living animal.
I have no idea if anyone has ever reported "lake monster" sightings in this particular body of water, but that is what I saw. Very strange."
From an e-mail I received in February 2009:
"I found your website while surfing the net and decided to finally tell someone about a weird thing that happened to me last year. I was joy-riding down Copicut Road in Dartmouth back in early October. I drove down that narrow country road to admire what was left of the foliage. Now this is a heavily wooded area where hardly anyone travels. It was around 6 in the evening. In the road ahead of me I saw something weird. It was a large black ball-like object (round at the top but the part touching the road was flat). It was about the size of a beach ball and it was NOT shiny. I stopped my car about 20 feet from the object. It was smack dab in the middle of my lane. I opened the driver's door and got halfway out of the car just to see if there was any sound. There wasn't. I was a little frightened and got back in the car and was about to drive around the object when it began to vibrate loudly- such vibration that the steering wheel in my hand was shaking slightly. The round top part of the object began to cave in on itself, then this beach ball sized object shrunk to the size of a football. I got this weird tingly feeling in my hands and legs (similar to pins and needles feeling). I changed my mind about driving around the object and just sat there and watched it. It lifted about half a foot off the ground and in a swooping motion flew sideways above the tree line and disappeared!!!!! I never saw anything like it before but I certainly hope i never see anything like it again. I felt weird about this whole thing and haven't told a soul until now. I am a reputable and well-known businessman in this area and was afraid that telling such a story to anyone would hurt my reputation in the community."
From an e-mail I received in July 2008:
"My wife and my buddy and I were traveling home the other night on 195 towards Providence. My wife was asleep in the back seat and my buddy and I were discussing musical tastes when he suddenly swerved away from the shoulder and cursed: "What the Hell is that!" I had time enough to look and see a black orb on the side of the road. It wasn't set on the ground though, it was sort of hovering above the ground. We pulled over maybe a half mile past it and debated going back to check it out. We ultimately decided to head on home. We continued down what we thought was 195 when we realized we were in Taunton. We never got off on an exit, we were going straight on an empty 195 the entire time and we were now somehow miles from 195 in the center of the Bridgewater Triangle. We immediately whipped out the GPS and headed home. We both swear, as stupid as it sounds, that whatever was on the side of the road "warped" us to Taunton. My wife saw how scared we both were and, though she didn't see the orb, can't figure out how we got where we were either. We looked at maps and even if we somehow made an exit (we didn't) we still wouldn't have ended up where we were."
From an e-mail I received in July 2008:
"When I went to the building across the street from the Raynham Dog Track it was about 8 and just starting to get dark, we went to the back of the building. There are some trailers there that weren't there about a month ago, and some old cars. We went towards the woods to park our dirtbikes and there was a nasty smell so we looked around and in a trailer that was open there was a tarp down and there were 3 or 4 dead deer- I think that's what they were, couldn't really tell. They were all ripped open, with all the guts all over the place. It was nasty. There was evidence that someone was there, we saw footprints and some soda that wasn't open and we noticed that the building is more closed up that it was before. We also heard some noise coming from the tower part, it sounded like someone was slamming metal around. I have been in the building and walked around but didn't go in some of the back rooms because it was really dark and I didn't have a light... I have also seen dead animals like that before out on the powerlines, there was at least six stacked up, all ripped apart, and I have come across some hanging in trees. Also, do you know anything about black SUVs, usually two, that go back towards the trails there and some guys get out and walk into the woods and come back about an hour later and leave? Seemed strange to me."
From an e-mail I received in January 2008:
"My daughter and I were driving down Administration Road in the Bridgewater Correctional Complex... We saw a pine tree bent (not snapped but curved) in half with something standing on the tip of the tree, holding it down to the ground in the middle of the street. This was about 2:15 in the afternoon, on a Saturday. I was fixated on the fact that a tree could bend like that without breaking, but my daughter saw the "thing" right away and she was fixated on that. We had to stop because it was in the middle of the street. We looked at it and we just didn't know what to say. It looked like a tall man, hunched down a bit, in a skin tight black suit with large, almost bat type wings. He was a matte, not shiny black color, head to foot. He was standing, but hunched down, on the pine tree, his weight was holding down the top. he saw us and we looked at each other for just a few minutes then he straightened, leaped and flew over the top of the trees on the other side of the road. The pine tree he had been standing on, bounced back up slowly, and rocked back and forth a few times before stopping in it's normal standing position. That was all we saw. We were both awake, fully rested, lucid, drug and alcohol free and it was during daylight hours: 2:15 in the afternoon."
From an e-mail I received December 28, 2007:
"I googled "the bridgewater triangle" because something odd happened while driving around the Elm Street area last night. Since it's winter vacation, we all have a month off of school. My friend was home from Amherst and we were having an awesome time, she was driving and we were chatting about all the cool stuff we could do since everyone was back in Bridgewater for a whole month. So, all in all we were having a great time. It was about 11:15 at night, and there's nothing really amazing to do, so we like to drive around the back streets being obnoxious and blasting music. The CD had ended and we were just chatting about this and that, when all of a sudden I saw something. It looked like an older man, and he had very European features. It looked like he was leaning out from a tree, looked at me and considered whether or not to bother us, and then opened his mouth and backed away. The thing is, this was about 50 feet in front of the van we were in. I'm not even the type to believe in ghosts. Frankly, I always think it's a trick of the eye- and it's possible that that's what it was- but I blinked really fast a few times and he was still there. Then he vanished after I blinked again. My friend looked at me, and said "It looks like you've just seen a ghost. What's up?" and I was shaking, and I felt like I was crying. My eyes were literally in tears. I was so upset and shaken. Then she started to panic and said "WHY ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT? STOP IT THIS ISNT FUNNY." so I turned around and said "Please- it was probably just a street light mixed with the vision of the tree or something. I'm probably just tired." The thing is, I wasn't tired. Also, I didn't know anything about the Bridgewater Triangle. I've only lived here 4 or 5 years and hadn't really heard of it. When she told me what it was, I was convinced I couldn't have been seeing things. As I said, I'm not the type to see "visions" and I have nearly perfect vision. My eyes never play tricks on me to the degree of seeing things that aren't really there.
It was very creepy, and i will never drive at night in that area again."
From an e-mail I received in November 2007:
"I have deer hunted in the area for a number of years and have had some strange after dark occurrences.
A little background for you on me, I was a special police officer in the Roxbury housing projects for 13 years. Needless to say, I have had my share of close calls and consider myself not easy to scare.
Two incidents I had in the swamp make me shudder to recall. They both happened on subsequent days on the fire road on the east side of the swamp close to Rt. 24 and 106.
The first night, just after dark it began to get oppressive , as if something didn't want me there. I could hear occasional sounds far behind me, like footsteps on and off the road. Thinking another hunter was behind me, I stopped, stepped to the side of the road and waited to see if I knew them. The footsteps came closer and closer, I pride myself on my night vision , as I have worked the overnight shift most of my years in town, but I was unable to see anyone and the footsteps sounded as if they were well within 20-30 feet. I began to get nervous about startling someone carrying a shotgun at close range so I cleared my throat and said something along the lines of "any luck?" The sounds stopped immediately.
I still couldn't see what had been making the noises, so I began to walk towards where I thought I had last heard the noises and nothing was there. I knelt down and listened for several minutes and was about to stand and continue on my way back to the parking area. I heard the sounds start up again only this time they sounded like they were right in front of me and there was nothing there that I could see making the sounds. I stood and began moving towards the parking area. I was pretty freaked out by this point , but still not scared. As I began walking again, I could hear it start up again as well. I began to think that maybe it was an echo or something like that but it continued if I stopped and echoes usually get fainter over time, while these sounds got louder the longer I stood there, as if approaching. I made it onto the Power lines and crossed in hopes that the "thing" that was behind me would show itself crossing the road. It never did, I waited for a considerable amount of time and never heard another thing that night. I made it to my car and went home.
The next day found me in the exact same area deer hunting, I waited until after sunup to enter in hopes of finding tracks or something in the area where I heard the sounds. I was able to return to the area where I had stopped and called out the previous evening. I was able to quickly determine that I was in the correct area because my boots have a very distinctive track and pattern wear. No other tracks were evident. I scratched my head and hunted hard for the rest of the day with no luck. Sundown found me further down the fire road than I had intended to go so I started walking towards where I had parked my car, listening intently. I made it almost to the power lines without hearing anything but a continual feeling of being watched. As I began to walk out onto the power lines, a river passes under the road and drains into lake nippenicket. On my left side, the water had pooled and as I passed it, a geyser of water exploded upward as if someone had thrown a very large log or rock into the water about ten feet away from where I was walking. Needless to say, I almost had to change my underwear and proceeded to my car at a rather brisk pace in need being anywhere but there and a cigarette and some coffee.
I have continued to hike, hunt and fish all over the south shore of Massachusetts and have not had an experience to compare with these two nights. And yes, I do continue to hunt the fire road area of Hockomock, just not as often ..."
From an e-mail I received on 10/4/07: "Hi, I was visiting my family in East Bridgewater recently. My parents, sister and nephews still live there. We moved to E.B. in 1963. I've had a few strange things happen and some I've never told because no one would believe them. I was amazed to see corroboration in your article.
In 1975 I was driving my girlfriend home to Brockton. I don't remeber the name of the street, but traveling there from E.B. you start on Pleasant, take the fork to the left, it goes down a slight slope a few houses on either side, then there's (or was) a clearing where the power lines went through.
Anyhow, it's some time between 11 and midnight, and I'm driving along while my girlfriend was sound asleep. Up ahead I noticed a very large black mass in the middle of the road (just before the power lines). I can't tell what it is and while I'm still 30 -50 feet away I slow way down and put on my brights. I still can't see what it is but it's really large and it's absorbing the light from my headlights so I really have to stare at it. I'm thinking it's some huge trash bag or something and I'll need to pull it out of the road. I'm getting really close, 10 - 20 feet and I'm just rolling the car along, and I can't see what it is. But it's big, I had a 67 Plymouth Fury III 4 door, and this mass was well above my hood line.
So I'm going so slow I'm almost at a stop and I can't be more than 5 - 10 feet away, and it's taking in all of the light, I still can't see what it is. Then really slowly this thing lifts it's head and stares right at me!! It's face was bone white, no hair, mostly apelike, thick brow, wide jaw, no eyebrows. And still no body, but because of the size of the black mass it had to be at least 7 feet tall, maybe even 8.
It actually gave me a heart attack. I felt my heart stop for three full beats. Then I recovered, pulled around it and stepped on the gas. I shook from head to toe for hours, and for years after when I thought about it.
On the way home I stoped at the same spot to look for it - then bolted as fast as I could when I came to my senses.
See, no one would believe me, even if I told someone about a mysterious 7' ape man, how could I explain the jet white face?"
The witness later told me, "The thing is, it wasn't some murky presence off in the woods or something that disappeared when you looked at it. I was literally just a few feet away with my high beams right on it's face. And though it's a little murky now, you could see every detail, which is one of the reasons why it's so odd I couldn't see the body, just the black mass outline. Even now I can feel the anxiety..." He indicated the location of the sighting as being where Pleasant became Plain St., between Carl and Sargents Way. He said, "The area back then was pretty rural. There were only a couple of houses that sit fairly well back off the road after the fork (East St.) I remember there were alot of trees between the houses and the street and the area quickly turned into an open area on either side of the road where the power lines crossed. I guess it could have been anywhere from 20 to 100 feet before the clearing heading north on Plain."
From an e-mail dated 11/1/07:"I have deer hunted in the area for a number of years and have had some strange after dark occurrences... Two incidents I had in the swamp make me shudder to recall. They both happened on subsequent days on the fire road on the east side of the swamp close to Rt. 24 and 106. The first night, just after dark it began to get oppressive, as if something didn't want me there. I could hear occasional sounds far behind me, like footsteps on and off the road. Thinking another hunter was behind me, I stopped, stepped to the side of the road and waited to see if I knew them. The footsteps came closer and closer, I pride myself on my night vision , as I have worked the overnight shift most of my years in town, but I was unable to see anyone and the footsteps sounded as if they were well within 20-30 feet. I began to get nervous about startling someone carrying a shotgun at close range so I cleared my throat and said something along the lines of "any luck?" The sounds stopped immediately. I still couldn't see what had been making the noises, so I began to walk towards where I thought I had last heard the noises and nothing was there. I knelt down and listened for several minutes and was about to stand and continue on my way back to the parking area. I heard the sounds start up again only this time they sounded like they were right in front of me and there was nothing there that I could see making the sounds. I stood and began moving towards the parking area. I was pretty freaked out by this point , but still not scared. As I began walking again, I could hear it start up again as well. I began to think that maybe it was an echo or something like that but it continued if I stopped and echoes usually get fainter over time, while these sounds got louder the longer I stood there, as if approaching. I made it onto the Power lines and crossed in hopes that the "thing" that was behind me would show itself crossing the road. It never did, I waited for a considerable amount of time and never heard another thing that night. I made it to my car and went home.
The next day found me in the exact same area deer hunting, I waited until after sunup to enter in hopes of finding tracks or something in the area where I heard the sounds. I was able to return to the area where I had stopped and called out the previous evening. I was able to quickly determine that I was in the correct area because my boots have a very distinctive track and pattern wear. No other tracks were evident. I scratched my head and hunted hard for the rest of the day with no luck. Sundown found me further down the fire road than I had intended to go so I started walking towards where I had parked my car, listening intently. I made it almost to the power lines without hearing anything but a continual feeling of being watched. As I began to walk out onto the power lines, a river passes under the road and drains into Lake Nippenicket. On my left side, the water had pooled and as I passed it, a geyser of water exploded upward as if someone had thrown a very large log or rock into the water about ten feet away from where I was walking. Needless to say, I almost had to change my underwear and proceeded to my car at a rather brisk pace in need of being anywhere but there and a cigarette and some coffee.
I have continued to hike, hunt and fish all over the south shore of Massachusetts and have not had an experience to compare with these two nights. And yes, I do continue to hunt the fire road area of Hockomock, just not as often ..."
From an e-mail I received on 1/13/05: "I have a alien story that is all true and happened to me and my son. My son won't comment on it, but I was eye to eye with one of these beings. Here goes....One night, or I should say one morning, early in the morning around one or two I guess, my son and I were riding around after work trying to unwind before going home. Now this was in the late 90s that this happened. We were somewhere on Route 24 going toward Brockton, I was near the swamp area near Bridgewater. I'm driving down the road and I see this thing come out of the woods on the other side running right across the road. Thank God, there wasn't any traffic. I yelled to my son and asked what the hell was that, he said he didn't know. By my rate of speed and his rate of speed he was in a route for a collison with my drivers door, if he kept running across the highway. He kept running across, now I was almost up to him, I yelled to my son to hold on this was something big and it was going to crash into the car. I grabbed the wheel tightly, turned and looked out the drivers window and I was eye to eye with this being. He stood like a man, with big big black eyes, no pupils, just solid black, his body looked like it was all one piece. Nothing with joints. Then I closed my eyes for a second to wait for the impact, none came. I opened my eyes and pulled over immediately, hoping someone behind me saw what I saw, and there were no other cars near me, they were too far behind me to see. I was shaking like a leaf. I can't believe it didn't cause an impact. I couldn't believe what I saw. My son was shaking too, I asked him what he saw and he said he saw something but didn't know what it was. I could see he was shaken just like me. To this day he wont admit he saw what I did. I am telling the absolute truth about everything, and I would face God right now and swear in front of him that this actually happened. I never knew what the poor thing was running from. I do consider myself quite lucky though to be priviliged to have seen this being... I also have walked through the swamp area, and it has one of the most awful feelings to it. I just wanted out of there."
From an e-mail I recieved on 7/13/04: "Nineteen years ago this Fall, I was still living at home in East Bridgewater and was dating a guy from W. B'water (I'll call him Joe). One night we went out "parking" and he suggested we go to the Nip. We were in my car that night (I was driving - 70's model Mustang). We parked in the parking lot where people put their boats in during the Summer. While we were sitting there, looking out at the water, we could see directly across from us on the other side of the lake what appeared to be a huge bonfire with a large group of people "dancing" around it. Joe laughed and told me that when he was in high school, he and his buddies used to party over there and that there must be a huge party going on. He suggested we go check it out. We drove down 104 and turned down a side road that went around to the opposite bank from where we had been. The road was treacherous, not really suitable for a Mustang - but I was young and stupid and the ground was cold, so at least it wasn't muddy. It took us maybe 10 minutes to get from the parking lot to the empty sandy beach area where we'd seen the bonfire. When we arrived, there was nobody there. Not only was there nobody there, but there was no sign that anyone had been there at any recent time. We sat there for a few minutes, got out and walked along the shore trying to see if we could see flames reflecting off the water, knowing that if we weren't in the right spot we were at least damn close. We saw nothing. Well, nothing except some sort of strange "thing" in the water watching us. The only way I can describe the thing is a snakelike neck sticking up out of the water with a huge single eye on the end of it. Bizarre. That was enough for us. We got in the car and drove back the way we came and back to the parking lot on the other side...and there again was the bonfire we'd seen before - and I swear it was in the exact spot where we'd been. Joe later told me that one time when he was in high school, he and a friend had driven out to that same sandy beach area with some beer and sat there for hours drinking away. When they'd finish a beer, they'd toss the empty out the window. They both fell asleep and when they woke up the following morning and got out of the car to go to the bathroom, they said there was no sign of their empties...nor of any footprints on the sand from whomever had collected them.
I believe I've also seen the "Birdman of Bridgewater" - but I do know that we have some huge Eagles in the area sometimes and what I saw, while it appeared to be humongous and darker than an Eagle, I saw for only a fleeting moment while I was driving on the Route 24 between W. Bridgewater and the 104 exit in Bridgewater. I do, however, know what I witnessed that night at the Nip and it was bizarre - from the non-existent bonfire to the weird-looking mutant thing in the water."
From an e-mail I recieved on 4/12/04: Hi, My name is Rebekah and I live on the West Bridgewater/Bridgewater line. Me and a few of my friends have experienced some odd things on Aldrich
Road, right where the swamp begins. One night two years ago I was
driving with my friend when I looked in my rearview mirror and
saw a blue/green ball of light following us directly behind my car. When
I told her to look, she saw it too and we drove way above the speed limit
to try and lose it, but it stayed with us until we reached my street
where it abruptly disappeared.
Also during that summer (2002) a few of my friends and I walked around the block, which consists of part of Aldrich Road. In the woods at about the exact spot where the town line is we heard something rushing at us through the woods, it wasn't wind because it was a very still night and it was only in a distinct part of the woods. The leaves were thrashing as whatever it was got closer. Naturally we ran, and never saw what it was, but no animal in the area is that large, or that aggressive.
Another odd happening if you are interested, I was on Scotland Street in West Bridgwater which turns into a Bridgewater Street about halfway through and has fields on either side with dirt paths going into them for a large portion of the street. For fun a friend and I drove down one and parked to try and lose another car full of friends. He looked out the wondow and called my attention to a very large person who stood up in the middle of the field and then moved towards us. Needless to say we drove away very fast. I still have yet to meet anyone that large."
From an e-mail I recieved on 4/1/04: "I live on Route 140 in Taunton, pretty much on the point of the “Triangle”. I have had a lot of strange things that happen where I live. But the strangest one was about 1 month ago. It was a Monday morning at 3:00 (For some strange reason I always automatically wake up at that time. Sometimes I fall back to sleep and sometimes I don’t) This time I wasn’t’ going to fall asleep, I was wide awake and bored so I just laid on the couch looking up out the window smoking a cigarette. Well, all of a sudden I saw a plane, a black triangle plane and I thought to myself how quiet and slow the plane was. How close it was to my house. So I got nervous, my first thought was a stealth plane and why was it flying around now. Terrorists maybe. So I ran to the other side of my house and there was nothing. It just disappeared. So when I went to work that morning I looked up Stealth bombers on the internet and the Stealth was not as triangular as I thought. But what I saw was perfectly triangular with lights underneath. So I looked up all military planes--- nothing. So I took a chance and looked up UFO sightings and from what other people described; I think what I saw was a UFO. What scares me is that it was so close to my house. I told my husband and he believes me. He knows I don’t make up things."
From an e-mail from an East Bridgewater resident, of an incident that occurred around 1990: “I travel Elm St a lot, usually at night. I’ve never seen anything more than a few glowing eyes on the side of the road from animals. However I did see something that is interesting on Route 138. I was traveling with my dad to the dog track; we were headed south on 138 from Route 106. A few hundred yards before the track on the right side of the road leaning up against a guardrail we saw a rather odd looking man. His clothes were old looking, dirty and dusty. His skin was pale gray. The detail that stands out most to me would be his hair, very dry looking, thin and brittle, sticking off from the sides of his head in a strange manner. We arrived at the dog track to realize there was no matinee that day, we turned around and headed back towards 106. We spoke about the odd man on the side of the road but when we went back by the spot the man was gone. It was only minutes later so he couldn’t have possible walked in either direction and made it anywhere, so unless someone picked him up (which I doubt by the way he looked) He must have slipped back into the swamp where he looked like he came from.”
From an Internet message board, written by a resident of Bridgewater in Summer 2003: “One night about a year and a half ago at about 1 in the morning, my hubby, brother and I all saw some funky lights in the sky--it almost looked like a Star Wars battle going on with little pulses of green and red lights coming off of one triangle shaped red light. It was really bizarre and I checked with military, airport and weather sources in the area to see if they picked anything up on radar but the most they could tell me was that it wasn't any of their aircraft or weather balloons.”
Another e-mail report: “My husband has owned some acreage in Raynham for over 20 years. We've been out on the property throughout different seasons. When you get deep in there (we got lost once) you can definitely feel a presence that I have not felt in other forest excursions… it would be described as a feeling of being watched. I would look into the woods where the presence seemed to be coming from, but see nothing, and as we would walk further and stop, it would follow.”
From an Easton resident, an e-mail report about an incident that occurred in 1998: "...Me and two of my friends were walking home from McDonalds and it was like 11:45 at night... There is some weird old barn thing above some store and its kind of set back from the road, and there is a scary looking window at the top, and I said we should look in there and see if anything scary is in there- I don't know why, the idea just came to me. Then I saw something that looked like a shadow of a little person in there but I looked more and it was a small black thing that looked like a midget or something- I couldn't make out the shape really but then it went into the window like mist or something, I don't know how, and we ran to a place where we could get a side view of it, and it's head was sticking out so we ran all the way home! Then we got one of our friend's brothers and went back there and saw nothing, but we heard weird screeching noises, like a pig or something. It sounds weird... but I know it was real."
From an e-mail from an East Bridgewater resident: “My cousin lives in Raynham along the old Conrail tracks that run behind the Raynham Dog Track. He moved there in about 1988 and we were recently recalling a strange incident that happened about that time. I was around 12 or 13 and it had snowed an inch or two that night before. We were out in his back yard when we noticed some strange footprints in the snow. The footprints were not of an animal, but of a human being or so we believed. The prints were spread out showing very large strides and the prints were not extremely large and could easily pass for an adult size 13 or so. Here is what we found to be very weird at the time: the footprints ran straight through some very thick briars, shrubs and small trees. We attempted to take photos of the prints but were unsuccessful because we did not have a flashcube. Of course our parents all thought we were just kids being stupid and naive… As I remember his next-door neighbor had a chicken coop in his back yard, the direction from which the tracks originated. His neighbor had quite a problem with losing his chickens, as he thought to coyotes, which there are a number of out in that area, but I am becoming more convinced that coyotes were not his problem.”
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