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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 wi...

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

By Kristen Good In January of 1886, a Middleboro schoolhouse 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 ...

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 s...

Haunted Hull: Three True Ghost Stories To Chill You To The Bone

This mural depicts the esteemed Captain Joshua James, keeper of the lifesavers station and witness to a spectral horse and buggy. The oldest towns in the Bridgewater Triangle area seem to harbor the biggest mysteries. And Hull, a seaside town settled just one year after the arrival of the Mayflower, is certainly no exception. With over 75 shipwrecks off its rocky coast, legends of monstrous sea serpents lurking in its waters, mysterious pea soup fogs that roll in and out in a matter of seconds...Hull is the perfect backdrop for tales of the macabre. These chilling tales are all true and shockingly, were well documented in the highly reputable Boston Globe. The Silent Black Bay Horse And Empty Carriage “One night the captain says the buggy rolled past him on the road leading to Stony Beach.Having heard much about the specter buggy, he hurried after it, when to his surprise, instead of turning to the right in the direction of Nantasket, or to the the left toward Ba...

The Haunting of Brockton Hospital

I found this little gem of a ghost story last spring while scouring local newspaper archives for Bridgewater Triangle area ghost stories. This one--the account of a ghost known as the "Shadowy Screecher of Brockton City Hospital"--had police, doctors, nurses, patients and watchmen on high alert on Halloween night of 1926. But to everyone's disappointment, the ghost pulled a no show. The following article was published in The Boston Globe on November 1, 1926.   Hospital Ghost Spurns Halloween Fails to Perform for Brockton Watchers Old Tunnel Beneath the Building May Solve Mystery BROCKTON, Oct 31--Halloween, the time of ghosts and goblins, queer noises and gibberings, passed without any manifestation from the "Shadowy Screecher" of Brockton City Hospital. For a week "The Ghost" has made nightly visits to the hospital, and in the wee-hours of the morning patients, nurses and even members of Brockton police force were startled, and in some cases, ...

The Twisted Roads of The Bridgewater Triangle

Many of the "otherworldly" encounters people experience in Bridgewater Triangle happen on dark, wooded country roads. My very unique first experience of the Bridgewater Triangle happened on the midnight-darkened roads of Bridgewater, Middleboro and Lakeville. I knew nothing about the Bridgewater Triangle at the time. It was 1989. I was living in Hanson and a new friend from Bridgewater and I went to movies in Brockton. I dropped her off around 11:45 and she gave me directions to the only gas station that was open, as I had just realized I was on empty. After driving for about 25 minutes I knew I was lost. Dreadfully lost. And was about to run out of gas at any second. I had no idea where I was, let alone where the gas station was. It was just one dark street after another. I looked at the gas gauge and now I was below empty. My heart was pounding and fear started seizing me. No payphones in sight. In the middle of nowhere. That is where my car was going to run out of g...