Bill Russo's meeting with a fuzzy creature from the Bridgewater Triangle. Or watch
his-in person account in the Bridgewater Triangle Documentary on Prime.
Eerie Creatures of the
Haunted Bridgewater Triangle
What is the Bridgewater
Triangle?
A group of
17 towns and cities in Southeastern Massachusetts in the New England region of
the United States. The area has seen massive amounts of hauntings, UFO sightings,
ghastly creatures, and satanic cult activity dating back to colonial times.
When the
Europeans first came to America, they killed off millions of Native Americans
with two things they carried with them: muskets and diseases. The indigenous people had few defenses for
either one. With his dying breath one of
the Wampanoag chiefs cast a perpetual curse on both the people and the land of
the Bridgewater Triangle. Some
researchers believe that might be the reason for the spate of problems that
have plagued the region for the last four hundred years!
The Puckwudgie
It’s said
that there are many weird and dangerous things in the Triangle, but I can only
vouch for one, the Puckwudgie. It was only half my size and kind of looked like
a living, oddly shaped stuffed animal – but I ran from it. In doing so, I believe I saved my life. Before I tell you about it, let me set the
stage. In the 1990s I lived in Raynham, a
quiet residential community of Southern Massachusetts. The village was so
peaceful the Police Department didn’t even have a second shift. The occasional call for the authorities was
relayed to the neighboring city of Taunton.
The Taunton cops handled any overnight summons from Raynham and most
nights there weren’t any.
I was
working a second shift job from 3:30 to midnight. As soon as I got home after work the first
thing I did was to take a walk with my best pal Samantha; a gentle 80-pound mix
of Rottweiler and Shepherd who thought she was a lap dog.
Sammy and I
ventured out every night summer and winter. My home was at the edge of the
Hockomock Swamp, an especially active part of the triangle with a great many
paranormal sightings and reports. At the time, I had never heard of the
Bridgewater Triangle and certainly had no idea there were ghastly, fearsome
creatures in it until I met one.
On the night
that singular incident happened, the walk had been pleasant and
uneventful. We traipsed through woods
near an old ironworks that operated continuously from the 1700s up to the early
1900s. Skirting around a small pond
where an ominous, towering pile of fishbones was mounded five feet high at the
water’s edge, we left the Forest and got back on the sidewalk, about a half
mile from home.
Not a single
light shone in any house, the hard-working people of Raynham were usually fast
asleep before Johnny Carson began entertaining the rest of America with his
‘Tonight Show’. The tree lined streets
were empty. No cars would be on the
asphalt until about 5:30 in the morning when the newspaper delivery people
began their rounds distributing fresh copies of the morning newspaper.
Sammy
started whimpering and pulling on her leash when we were only a few hundred
feet from my house. Acting terrified she
strained and struggled to get loose. I
never knew that canine to be afraid of anything, but suddenly she was
petrified.
“What’s
wrong Sam? What’s the matter baby?”
I finally heard
what her sharper ears had caught several moments before mine were able to.
“Keer. Keer. Ee wan chu,” came the high-pitched cry
of some unseen thing. “Keer. Keer. Ee wan chu,” it repeated. Over and over, it whined the same
unintelligible garble. Keer, keer. Ee
wan Chu.”
A street
lamp just in front of us broke the darkness by casting a bright circle of light
on the street. Suddenly the creature strode
into it, walking upright. About three
feet tall, it was covered in fur about one inch in length with bright eyes a
little bit too big for its face. The
thing stopped in the middle of the illuminated area. Raising its arm in a beckoning
motion, it began waving a paw/hand. Looking directly at me, more intensely it
implored; “Keer. Keer. Ee wan chu.
Chu. Ee wan chu!”
It didn’t
look especially frightening. It was
short, had the beginnings of a pot belly, had no fangs or visible claws and certainly
weighed less than a hundred pounds. It made no threatening gestures. The beast stood its ground. but made no move
towards us. It kept motioning for me to come closer. I would have. I’m pretty sure I would have – except for
Sammy. Dogs have some kind of a sixth
sense and Samantha sensed that this furry little thing was evil. After a minute or so I bowed to her judgement
and retreated in a hasty walk, that nearly became a full-bore run.
Back at
home, I made a pot of coffee and sat in my dining room drinking cup after
cup. Occasionally, I’d snuff out the
lights and peer through the windows to see if the thing was outside, trying to
get in. It wasn’t. I didn’t see it again that night, nor have I
seen it since.
“Keer,
Keer. Ee wan chu.”
That’s what
the furry little thing said. It almost
looked half human when it spoke and as I considered it, the words seemed to
change. Keer – near - mere – here . Come here!
Keer could have been a jumbled version of ‘come here’. As I put more
thought into it, I suspected that the thing was trying to speak English.
What about
Ee wan chu? Could it have meant ‘We want
you’. Was the little creature some sort
of a scout for a humanoid tribe? Was it saying “Come here. Come here, we want
you”. I now believe exactly that. The creature from the Bridgewater Triangle
was trying to summon me to him. But was
it merely for the chance to talk with a ‘human’ or did it have a far more evil
idea in its shaggy head?
After
speaking with some experts in the paranormal community, in particular, the researcher
Andrew Lake, I became convinced that what I saw was indeed a Puckwudgie. According to those who believe, Pukwudgies have
the ability to appear and disappear at will, lure people to tragic deaths, use evil
magic, launch poison arrows, and create fire from their fingertips.
The people
of the Wampanoag and other Native American groups say that Pukwudgies were once
friendly with the ‘people’ (The Native American groups), but then turned
against them and are now sworn enemies of all human beings. If they succeed in
luring a person into coming within arm’s reach they can pitch sand into the
person’s eyes causing blindness. They
can grasp the hapless victims and carry them to the edge of a cliff where they
gleefully push them over the side. With tiny spears or knives, they can torture
their prey, or maim and even kill their captives.
I told my
wife and a few other people about what happened and then pretty much forgot
about it for years. In 2010, after I
retired I wrote about the eerie adventure in my blog and movie producer Aaron
Cadieux read it and contacted me. He explained
that he and co-producer Manny Famolare were doing a documentary on the
Bridgewater Triangle and asked if I would appear on camera and tell my story.
The film,
the Bridgewater Triangle Documentary was released in 2013 and won a number of
awards. It had success in a limited theatrical run followed by showings on
national TV and on Amazon Prime, where it is currently available.
My part in
the movie lasts about five minutes and has been well received. It led to other appearances including one
episode of Monsters and Mysteries in America on Discovery’s Destination
American channel.
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This account
is part of a series of articles about a strange, beautiful area of the United
States – a pocket of about 200 square miles in Southeastern Massachusetts.
Researchers claim it is a hotspot of paranormal activities. Other articles in this collection appear
under the same heading, or one similar to it, : The Eerie Creatures of the Haunted Bridgewater Triangle.
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Adventures in Type and Space: https://billrrrrr.blogspot.com/
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