Bill Russo - The Creature From the Bridgewater Triangle: and other Odd Tales from New England.

By Bill Russo

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Bill Russo in a still from the 2013 awardwinning documentary film The Bridgewater Triangle

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This little book has more than a dozenstories of strange and unusual events in Massachusetts, spreadthrough nine chapters. Some are fact and some are legend.

I hope you will find all of them,interesting.

In 2010, I blogged about a strange incident thathappened to me, close to my house near what was a hunting groundsof the Wampanoag Tribe in the 1600s.

Something hairy and inhuman came from anearby swamp and confronted me just a few hundred yards away frommy home.

I had no idea that others had also seen weirdthings in the area that has come to be known as "The BridgewaterTriangle".

A feature documentary on this 'haunted' areaof about 200 square miles in the Southern part of Massachusetts wasreleased in late 2013.

Americas Bermuda Triangle an abbreviatedversion of the film airs regularly on the Discovery ChannelsDestination America.

The producers of the movie contacted me afterreading my report. They filmed my account of what I saw and it is afeatured segment that has received critical acclaim from a numberof review sites, including three that are listed on the InternetMovie Data Bases Bridgewater Triangle page.

The documentary premiered at the Universityof Massachusetts' main auditorium and drew the largest crowd everto attend an event at the venue. A sold out audience of about 800turned out for the showing. This was followed by many screenings atcolleges, theaters, fan conventions, and film festivals.

The film has garnered five awards at filmfestivals in New England and as far West as Chicago.

The Blu-ray & DVD versions of the filmwere released in mid June 2014. It contains the full documentaryplus three hours of bonus material not seen in the originalproduction. You can get more information on the film on line byvisiting the Bridgewater Triangle Documentary website. There is anonline store for those wishing to purchase the DVD of the film aswell as related merchandise.

About the same time the movie was scheduledfor release, Destination America interviewed me for their programMonsters and Mysteries in America. That 20 minute segment led offthe second season of the series and was run weekly for two years.The program is still available for purchase from Amazon and othersites.

As written for the Hubpages website, here'smy original report of what I saw:

It is not my intention in this report, torecount or verify any of the events and happenings in the areaknown as the Bridgewater Triangle, I am only going to detail whathappened to me one starless night long, long ago. (The actual datewas the autumn of 1990.)

Over the last few hundred years, much of theHockomock Swamp in Southeastern Massachusetts, has been filled inand whole towns have sprung up where formerly, the murky waterswere home to many thousands of varieties of fish, birds and otherunusual creatures - some unknown to the rest of the continent.

My home in the Bridgewater Triangle was builtin the town of Raynham on a knoll just a few hundred yards from anentrance to a large tract of the Hockomock that has not been filledand was never fully explored.

Buffering my backyard from the entrance tothe swamp, is a several mile long swath of undeveloped land,occupied only by high tension power lines running from Providenceup towards Boston. Even in daylight, walking this overgrown tractthat we called the High Tees, is somewhat disconcerting becauseit is used as a main highway for a kaleidoscope of animalsincluding coyotes and the occasional wildcat and mountain lion. Atnight those relatively harmless mammals are reportedly joined by aplethora of bizarre creatures - some beyond description.

Two photos representing the vast & stilluncharted Hockomock Swamp

For six years, I worked a three to midnightshift and when I got home my custom was to walk my dog - an 80pound female Rotweiller-Shepherd mix. Samantha and I loved ourexercise and we walked every single night Summer and Winter.

We usually walked on the sidewalks towardsthe center of town and stayed away from the Hockomock Swamp. Butone night, we varied our routine and walked through the woodstoward an old dam that once provided water power for an early ironworks.

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

I went along with Sams wishes because wewere best friends. My grandchildren had often joked that I treatedSam better than them. I treat Sam like a person because she actslike one, while you guys act like animals! I joked.

As Sam and I cut through the backyard andentered the High Tees, darkness was instant and total. Nostreetlights or star lights can penetrate the canopy of the rangyhundred year old pines that dwarf the power lines.

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

Whats wrong Samantha? I dont see anything.Its okay baby. Well go home now. Come on.

I tugged on her leash but she did not budge.It wasnt obstinacy. It was fear. My big Rot-Shep mix who wouldtackle a one ton bison or a wild mountain lion, was scaredstiff.

I heard what frightened her before I sawit.

Eee wah chu. Eee wah chu. Keer. Keer. Eeewah 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 wascloser and louder.

There was a street lamp about 20 feet infront of me and it cast a bluish circle of light on thepavement.

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

EEEE WAH CHU EEEEE WAH CHEW CHEW ChewChew. Eee wah chu., it repeated over and over again.

The creature stood very straight on two feetand looked at me with eyes that were too large for its head - likethe eyes of an owl. Sammy and I were frozen as we watched the hairything. It did not advance further and did not appear to bethreatening us - but we were still scared. Sam did not bark, norwhine. She trembled slightly and kept looking at me as if to say,What is it?