Bridgewater Triangle

Bridgewater Triangle

Whether it's the accessible locations like the Freetown State Forest, Lizzie Borden Bed and Breakfast, or the Hockomock Swamp or the ghostly legends like the Red Headed Hitchhiker of Route 44, the area has a rich history and a creepy present.


The Bridgewater Triangle may be the most haunted area in all of America.  After being diagnosed and named by Loren Coleman in the late 70s, explored in the brought to the public in the 80s and expanded by the like of Chris Pittman and Christopher Balzano in the 90s and 2000s, it has come to be a favorite location for investigators of all elements of the paranormal and supernatural.





Red Headed Hitchhiker of Route 44

Freetown State Forest Reservation

Anawan Rock

Taunton State Hospital

Profile Rock


Taunton State Hospital

Although not as famous as its coastal brother, Taunton, not Boston, is the largest city in term of square mileage in Massachusetts. With one foot firmly placed in Massachusetts and the other straining towards Rhode Island, it is very much a city of two personalities. Rural areas quickly drop off into a more urban setting, and people whisper about ghosts on stoops and storefronts. Like many of the surrounding towns, it has a strong history of haunted buildings and cemeteries, but Taunton’s real terror emanates from its decaying asylum, a symbol of Massachusetts’ desire to conserve its stone palaces and a representation of how it never quite gets it right.



008 009 010 011 012 013 014 015 016 017 copy-of-randyTaunton State Hospital first opened in 1854 to alleviate the strain felt by the state hospital in Worcester. Like many of the asylum built in Massachusetts, its architect, Elbridge Boyden, based his design for the building on the revolutionary ideas of Dr. Thomas Kirkbridge who had begun to inspire some of the most beneficial institutes in the country, most of which are now said to be haunted. Kirkbridge’s legacy seems to be his knack for creating buildings that trap spirits and attract paranormal adventure seekers. His flagship, Danvers State Hospital is widely considered the most haunted building in Massachusetts, and the number of structures in the state thought to be haunted within the Triangle has led to rumors of Kirkbridge’s involvement in the occult.

The concept of the hospital was to build a place where patients could experience a rural setting and fresh air and to allow them to use the grounds of the facility for such occupational therapies as working the land and growing crops. It was revolutionary in its day. Instead of darkened rooms emanating whispered cries, patients were encouraged to heal by reaching out and reconnecting with the natural world. The 132.5 acre plot of land, with several small bodies of water, seemed perfect. The design of the main building itself was created to have a centralized administrative section and nurses station that could then be dispatched into the hospital through legs off the main building, with the worse patents being at the end of each leg.

The hospital itself consisted of fifteen buildings, few of which are still in use. Its history tracks the ideas and attitudes towards mental health over the past century and a half. Over the years it was always on the cutting edge of experimentation. In the 1870’s, the doctors submerged patients in water tanks and then subjected them to extreme cold in an effort to jolt them out of their ailments. In the first half of the 20th century, frontal lobotomies were popular. In the second half electric shock therapy became popular, and over the next few decades, thousands of patients received high doses of electricity in an attempt to rewire something broken but not fully understood.

The hospital’s clientele through the years was diverse, and the nature of the sick varied. Its most famous resident arrived in 1892 when Lizzie Borden was held there for several days following her arrest for the murder of her parents in their Fall River home. Although she was acquitted of the crime, her place in history was sealed. It is rumored a doctor at the hospital examined her and declared her to be insane, although no record of the meeting exists and the evidence was not brought up her trial.

The majority of the buildings were closed in 1978 due to construction flaws and rumors of abuse and neglect. In addition to housing several administrative departments for the state, the hospital served for years as a secure lockup and mental health facility in use by Massachusetts’ Department of Youth Services, Department of Social Services and the Department of Mental Health. It housed convicted juvenile offenders and offered care to wards of the state and the youth of Massachusetts with specific and nonspecific mental health issues that had a history of violent behavior. While it was a far cry from the horrors seen at the height of its capacity, the modern hospital still made employees uneasy. In 2004, a report was released that claimed 97 percent of staff at the hospital claimed dangerous conditions there risked the safety of patients and staff and that many had considered leaving because of the state of the facility.

“I hear the stories about the ghost,” said Leslie in 2005 while still an employee. “I don’t know about that. It’s possible and nothing in that place would surprise me. I just don’t feel safe there. Maybe it’s the same in all these places, but I get uneasy. At night there is sometimes a silence that makes me want to hum to break it up. Other times I feel the place is going to explode because there is so much juice.” Leslie has since left.

The hospital has changed its name several times over the years, always in compliance with the attitude of the era towards mental health, but it was one of its most recent nicknames, Taunton Secure, that added to the intimidating presence and created fear among the residents and staff. Anyone who has spent time there, on either side of the glass, has been touched, but unlike other hospitals and prisons in the state, the victims speak freely.

The ghost that live there are hard to track down. They are a varied collection, making a statement about the misery that was suffered on the grounds for decades. Memory rests on top of memory on top of grief there, and those who believe tragedy breeds negative energy that can remain in a place need only walk near the building to have their argument reinforced.

008The grounds and the architecture of the buildings have been described as Gothic and beautiful, but the whole property is now off limits to the people with cameras that used to stroll the area and run road races across its lawn. Once it did attract locals. It was a place to relax and enjoy a touch of nature and even had tours of the grounds to encourage the people to accept the stone and steel structure. “The place is beautiful,” says Sara, a longtime resident of Taunton. “Or it was. It looks like it feels now. Growing up down the street we loved to walk around by there. But there were places that just felt wrong. We would walk and then look at each other and want to leave. The place is evil.” Stacy felt the same way about the grounds. It changed quickly for her as well, especially at night. “I remember one night I drove through the hospital grounds during a full moon and some of the patients were screaming in the night. Very spooky place.” Although she never experienced anything, she admits she kept her distance when the odd feelings would come on.

The sentiment is echoed by residents in the town. Taunton State Hospital inspires those kinds of feelings in people. Older residents remembering the beauty of the place, while others remember hearing screams from down the street, even after the main buildings were closed. Many see it as a negative mark against the town. Mark lived in the town for over thirty years but now lives in the other side of the state. “I’d see lights over the place. I’m not willing to say it was a ghost or something cause I don’t know about that stuff. I just got sick of people telling me my town was haunted or weird. They’d hear I was from Taunton and the first thing they’d want to know about was the hospital. It’s what the people in this state know about us.”

The reputation of the hospital has changed over the years. It shifted from the place where the insane people were to the place where the ghosts haunted. No one can remember when the stories began, but they have now taken on a life of their own. Ask for a list of haunted places in Massachusetts, and the grounds of Taunton always come up. Its legacy remains in the realm of Danvers and Met State, and of all the old asylums, more people have stories from Taunton. It is not just an old haunted asylum, it is a place people still remember seeing things they could not explain.

The grounds, once cherished and enjoyed, are the subject of many of the stories. Long before it closed, people saw things they could not explain. Spirits are said to walk outside the building, often seen as mist or dark clouds. Reports come in of an elderly man crouching and stroking the grass. He wears simple clothes, usually said to be jeans and a dark shirt, making him seem more like a former employee than a patient. When approached, we smiles and disappears. Others have seen people in light pants and white shirts. While pictures of the people who made Taunton its home are hard to come by, some feel, at least by stereotype, these souls are those of former residents. Many of the stories that come from the hospital read like horror, but many who lived there had their best, clearest days involved with the occupational therapy Taunton offered. The positive energy might also survive. It seems those who sought comfort in the hospital and received it still find their way back.

ghostbridgeOther ghosts seen on the grounds are not so friendly. In a cemetery on the property one resident had an experience that changed his life. As a juvenile from the area arrested on drug charges, he was serving a stretch before leaving for a residential treatment facility. He was able to find a way out of the building and decided to hide in the cemetery to lay low and plan where he would spend the night. As he crouched near a tombstone he felt cold hands on his shoulder. Thinking he had been caught, he raised his arms and turned around. There was no one there but he heard a faint voice whisper the word, “leave.” He walked back to the building barely able to breath and turned himself in.

While the youth fully believed his story to be true, some of the details might have been blurred due to his drug use and the excitement of his escape. According to the Danvers State Memorial Committee, an organization closely monitoring abandoned asylums and cemeteries in Massachusetts, there is no graveyard on the grounds. They report evidence of women patients sewing clothes for the deceased there, but claim most were buried in pauper’s graves in nearby locations, including the Mayflower Hill Cemetery. Other burial grounds have been sited near the hospital, and he may have been further away from the building than he originally thought.

Taunton State Hospital is more famous for the ghosts that stay inside the building. During its days as an asylum for the insane there were rumors of cult activity at the hospital. Some even say this caused its initial closing, although that has never been confirmed. Staff members would bring their more incapacitated patient down into the basement to conduct bizarre rituals to Satan. The stories even tell of several patients sacrificed and the appearance of the Devil himself. Regardless of the rumors, parts of the basement had unexplained markings on the walls for decades. Places like Taunton are mills for urban legends, and the story seems fantastical. What lends credibility to these stories are the numerous accounts of people who have gone into the basement and reported seeing the graffiti and having their own supernatural experiences. Staff, uniformed about the stories of what had happened there, speak of cold spots that moved with them whenever they were down there. Some saw a scuffling shadow or a ball of light that disappeared as if walking through the wall. Jacky saw a fog in the basement and left soon after. “They told me it was my imagination. They said it was an old place. The people that actually worked there, you know, worked for a living, said it was a ghost or something. I saw that smoky man down there twice, and the second time I quit. It wasn’t worth it.” Jacky says the smoky man was a little over five feet tall and consisted of a dark, solid hazy, in the form of a person. She was never able to see it dead on, but both times saw it dash in front of her as she moved along the floor.

One staff member claimed he reached the final step only to feel himself stop. He closed his eyes and felt as if he were experiencing the awful things that had happened there in vivid detail. “I heard and saw everything. I could smell smoke. I heard a drum playing and weird chanting, like devil worshipers.” He took a step back and was back on the stairs and the scene flashed away instantaneously. He quit the next day and still has trouble describing what he saw in detail. “I don’t even want to think about it, but I have nightmares. I only tell of what happened because it might make them go away.”

The evil does not stay in the basement though. Screams are heard from the areas where the electric shock treatments and cold therapies were conducted. Residents have had their lights turn on and off in the middle of the night. The abandoned or burnt down sections have rooms that are illuminated by light, although there are no working lights in those buildings. Some have even seem small children and disheveled adults peer down at them from place people are not supposed to still be in.


Many have also experienced a shadowy man who appears out of nowhere. At times he is not much more than a shadow having no specific form and moving as if crawling across the wall. Other times he is more solid although somewhat stretched out. Three things remain constant in the report however; his face can never be seen, he is always described as being male and he appears in the corner of the resident’s room in the middle of the night and stands as if watching them.

Shadow people are a newer theme in paranormal investigating, and the reports of these dark figures have been gaining momentum. In normal circumstances there is very little interaction with people as they tend to make their presence known as spots in the corner of the witnesses’ eye. These ghosts might be something more. They are frequently seen in areas of the Triangle, but almost always in cases where there has been another haunting. Theories abound about what they might be, and many in the field believe they are the mark of a demonic presence. They seem to feed of energy, be it from a resident or patient at a hospital like Taunton, or a ghost or spirit left behind.

In March, 2006, the main building suffered one of the largest fires in the state’s history, one of many the hospital has endured over the years. Although no one was hurt, more than 100 firefighters from eighteen departments were needed to finally bring the fire down. The main building, source of most of the haunted stories, was destroyed beyond repair, leaving the future of the entire hospital up in the air. Early reports claim the fire was set, but who caused the final blow to one of Massachusetts’ most notorious haunts will probably never be determined.

Since the beginning of 2002 these fires have happened in many of the asylums and hospitals throughout Massachusetts, and their explanation runs the gamut of the supernatural as well as inspiring the thoughts of conspiracy theorists. Some believe the energy left in these places has enough power to spark and cause a fire. Others feel the buildings, often abandoned, are perfect targets for arsonists or troublemakers. Still some feel companies looking to develop the land have set the fires to force the people out or to lower the price of the land.

The future is up in the air for the old hospital for the insane. People continue to come forward with their stories, talking about the days when patients talked to the wall, and uncomfortable staff pretended it meant nothing. In the Triangle the future is always uncertain, but one thing remains constant. Things in Southeastern Massachusetts have a habit of not staying dead and buried, and no matter what the hospital becomes, you can be sure a part of what it once was will rise again to remind the next generation of what once happened there.

Profile Rock

Some places are home to solitary ghosts, lone figures trapped in time who appear dark against the landscape, telling everyone they do not belong. They are not the scary monsters of out nightmares, but tragic figures, often replaying the moment of their deaths and inspiring empathy instead of fear. They are unexplained, but more than that, they are physical moments of history, reminding us what once was and forcing us to remember a past we try to put behind us.

The Freetown State Forest is bursting at the seams with violent places. There are monsters in this section and bodies found in that, but one location keeps the spirit of a noble diplomat turned warrior. Philip, the last leader of the Wampanoags before the dismantling of his nation, once stood high on the rocks there, watching his land slowly slip away. He now returns, unable to let go and still hoping he can somehow keep his people together.

006The most recognizable feature within the forest, and perhaps the most noticeable natural landmark in Massachusetts, might be the rock formation on Old Joshua’s Mountain. Named after the first permanent settler in the area, Joshua Tisdale, it is the state’s own Old Man in the Mountain. Most people in the area know it by its more descriptive name, Profile Rock, and the people who visit there know the man immortalized in the stone attracts spirits the way he once drew in his people.

Although formed by natural means, people have felt for centuries the perfect profile on Joshua’s Mountain is that of Massasoit, Wampanoag sachem during the early days of English settlement and father to Alexander and Philip. The fifty foot high rock is surrounded by woods on all sides, with paths cut out mostly by foot traffic. The entrance off Slab Bridge Road is accessible to the public, and the park rangers identify it as one of the most popular spots in the area. The rock is not physically within the woods, but the property is now considered part of the state forest.

Once inside the park, visitors notice the profile as they turn up the rock trail, set off on both sides by medium sized, irregular stones. Bikes and motorcycles often stop off to view the mountain, and from that distance the face still appears noble, solid and strong and still watching over the forest.

Despite attempts to keep it clean and restore its beauty, it is still a meeting place for the youth of the town, a place to get drunk and let loose, and the many niches constituting the sides of the mountain make it more attractive to people doing no good. Unlike the Assonet Ledge, a good pair of shoes will allow you to climb from the bottom up to the head of Massasoit, and people have been known to climb halfway up to break off pieces.

History does not tell when Massasoit became connected to Profile Rock, but it is known the mountain was considered sacred long before the chief came into power. For generations preceding his birth, the Wampanoag met there to discuss tribal issues and to protect themselves against their enemies. It was a vital part of their culture, easily accessible and high enough to see much of the surrounding land. It provided an excellent defense, but there was a positive energy they felt and were attracted to.

Looking back, Massasoit might have felt like a savior to many within his tribe. He kept the people together in the face of disease, tribal warfare and the English settlers. It is understandable they would associate the stone with him, but it was this recognition that may have trapped his son, Philip, to remain at Profile Rock. After the death of his father Philip was forced to deal with intensifying problems with the English, other tribes and his own people. He often came to the mountain to seek guidance. During the war it is said he went to the rock to mediate and meet with his war general, Anawan. No doubt he felt some connection to the place many claimed looked like his father, but he may have also used it to remind the people of his bloodline.

ghostbridgeMassasoit had formed a tentative alliance with the English of Plymouth Colony, brokering the peace for decades before his death. He was known as a wise man and a resource, even in the next life, for policy and strategy and would have made a good counselor, even in death. This might account for the reports today of a man sitting in a praying position on the rock. Perhaps the intensity of Philip’s prayers there imprinted themselves and we see the fallen sachem replaying his futile attempt to save his people from massacre.

Patrick knew of Profile Rock from an early age. Aside from seeing it on the patches of the police in town, his father would bring him to the mountain when he went to paint landscapes of it. His father would sit for hours, trying to capture the perfect emotion of the place, and Patrick would play with the rocks and try to climb the trees.

 “My father was not an artist. He had taken some classes before, but he was a cook. Not at all what you would think of as a painter, but he loved that place.” Patrick says his father would talk about being drawn in by the stone, but he could never communicate why. “He felt something there. He painted other things, but he always went back to Profile Rock. I don’t think he ever got it right. He didn’t know what he felt, he just felt it.”

It meant nothing to Patrick to climb the face of the stone. He had done it for as long as he could remember. In late 2001 the climb felt different.

 “I think it was the first time I knew what my father felt. All those times with him and I always used the place as a playground. That day though, I think I felt what he was trying to say with those paintings.”

As he made it way up the rock, carefully placing each foot as he went, He felt the air change around him. It became very warm, almost humid, and he found it hard to breath. He looked up to see someone looking down at him. He said the man had dark skin and no hair. The man extended his arm as if to help Patrick up, but when Patrick looked down to make sure his feet were secure, the man vanished.

 “I don’t know what I saw, but the whole thing seemed wrong. Well, not wrong as much as out of place. I never felt threatened, but I knew I had seen a ghost.

Rich saw Philip one afternoon while walking his dog back in 1987. He lived nearby and would take Jingle across the street and into the woods. He approached the rock, all the time looking at the profile. A figure slowly appeared, faint at first and then becoming solid. The man was sitting on the top and stood, extending his hands and then bringing them back to his chest. He sat back down and slowly faded away.


 “Jingle saw him too. He can’t tell his story, but I know he saw something. He’s always moving his head side to side and pulling me forward. I saw that Indian and he [the dog] stopped and just stared at the guy.”

Most of the sighting follow the same pattern, and the experience leaves the observer with a profound sense of sadness. They never feel threatened, but they feel they have somehow touched Philip’s grief.

It is said Philip spent the night before his death at Profile Rock, maybe even knowing his fate. After early successes in hit and run battles, the Wampanoag were feeling the momentum of the war shift. Philip must have seen this himself, and it is almost certain he knew he would not live much longer if the English continued to win the war. If it was not the next day, eventually he would fall, and the realization of this might have been enough mark the rock with his anxiety.

The story of the hauntings may be the story of two soldiers and their final meeting with each other. It is also said he had a meeting with Anawan right before this, and it might be this meeting connecting the two allies over the centuries.

After Philip’s death, Anawan was left to continue fighting, and shortly after he saw no other solution than surrender. He officially submitted to Captain Benjamin Church in Rehoboth, Massachusetts, and was taken prisoner by the English. Although he and his troops were promised amnesty, Anawan was executed upon his arrival in Plymouth. It was the final betrayal in a war that prided itself on backstabbing and atrocities.

The area of Rehoboth where he surrendered became known as Anawan Rock, and has a rich history of folklore and hauntings attached to it. According to Charles Turek Robinson, author of The New England Ghost Files, the site has been the subject of rumors almost since Anawan’s death. Some residents report seeing lights at night in the swamps near the rock. Chanting and voices have been heard, the most disturbing of which seemed to be saying, “Stand and fight,” in an Algonquian language. A fire was also seen burning on the rock and then mysteriously disappearing.

After the publication of the book in 1994, people began traveling to Anawan Rock to see the ghosts for themselves. Local teens often hung around as well, getting drunk and hiding in trees, waiting for the curious to come and then giving them the scare of their lives. Some have come forward with more evidence of activity, but it becomes difficult to sift through the stories once a site is known and well traveled to. Often the lore built up around a spot affects the people looking for ghosts. They see lights because they have been told they should. Pictures get over analyzed, and any speck of dust becomes the ancient warrior.

There have been other reports from Anawan Rock which seem genuine and truthful. They mostly involve lights and fires, although a few have heard the chanting and drums Robinson describes. One of the more odd reports involves a teenager who hid himself in the woods to scare people on Halloween back in 1998. While waiting for people to show up, he and his friends were driven out of the woods by a large, red ball of light about the size and shape of a man, which produced an intense heat. Many of the same kinds of reports come from Profile Rock. It does seem the two souls are connected, looking at each other from two battlefields of the war, perhaps trying to warn the other of his fate.

While the anxiety, betrayal and death both suffered is more than enough to explain any ghost at their rocks, there might be another reason their spirits cannot find rest. It may be this connection that explains the curse which continues to plague both towns.


In another book, True New England Mysteries, Ghosts, Crimes and Oddities, Charles Robinson tells the tale of the Wampanoag wampum belt. The belt, a collection of woven beads telling the history of the people, disappeared after the war. The belt stands as the old true history of the Wampanoag, untouched by the Bible or Puritan influence, and its vanishing is symbolic of the Native American of old in New England. Robinson tells how the belt was passed to Anawan and then taken into custody when he was arrested. It fell into the hands of Governor Winslow from Plymouth who sent it back to England as proof of his victory over the Native Americans and his power in the New World. The king never received the prize.

Attempts have been made to trace the history of the belt after its departure from Rehoboth, but none have succeeded. Robinson puts forth several theories to the fate of the artifact, but none have ever been verified and the belt remains missing, destroyed or forgotten in some depository. The history of the Wampanoag remains lost with it.

It has been said Philip might have relinquished the belt to Anawan during one of his meetings at Profile Rock, causing the loss of the history of a people he had sworn to protect. This grief might also force him to perch on his father’s head, leaning towards Rehoboth, waiting for the return of the relic. Some have even said the curse of Bristol County might have been sparked by the removal of the Wampanoag wampum belt, and its return is the only thing that will bring peace to the spirits. It seems unlikely the belt will ever be returned, so the secrets held by the ghosts in the forest, and at Profile Rock, will remain hidden.

And Philip will also continue to appear at Profile Rock.

Anawan Rock


Most of the Native American ghost stories heard in New England are quick glimpses of something unknown, over before they can be thought about. Most are peaceful. There is another type of haunting where the spirit is not so happy to see you. Whether it is leftover guilt for colonial injustices or a misunderstanding of the culture, angry Indian ghosts are everywhere, and when no reason can be found for the disturbance, people fall back on the classic “Ancient Indian Burial Ground” excuse. Even in places where the Native American culture was once dominant, the reason is often a shot in the dark.

The hauntings at Anawan Rock are more than just an educated guess. If any place should be haunted by a Native American spirit, it would be here where the ultimate betrayal played itself out. The closing days of King Philip’s War were bleak for the Wampanoags. Philip was dead, turned on by one of his lieutenants he had wronged, and his war general, Anawan was left to try and win the war 006or negotiate peace. Their final surrender was at a rock in Rehoboth where Captain Benjamin Church promised fair treatment for the agreement that would end the war. Once they were removed and shipped to Plymouth, Church’s orders were trumped and the band of Wampanoags were beheaded. Taken at the same time was a special belt of wampums that held the history of the people, the closest thing they had to a written history. It is said Philip gave the belt to Anawan at Profile Rock before his death, and according to Charles Robinson, there are records Church received the belt. Much like the vow made to the Native Americans that day, the belt and the tribes link to their past vanished.

The rock is not much to look at now. Often covered with graffiti, the rock was describe by one person as a place where a dump truck had just emptied out its load. Others find the stone beautiful and the surrounds woods a peaceful place to go. The general sense is the rock likes some people and wants others to leave and never come back. It is not the granite that decides, but the ghosts that live there. Investigators and sightseers, inspired by the tales told in Robinson’s book, have gone there to experience their own taste of activity, and many are not disappointed. They join the residents of the town who have known the place was haunted for years.

“It’s the fires that do it for me,” says Tom, a local resident who has read the book but began going there long before that. “I first went there because of the history. You know, somewhere famous in our town. People forget that war, even in this area, but not me. I like history.” The first time he went he was unimpressed by the rock itself, but found the air had a dirty smell to it. “Like garbage, but not. Then there was the electric smell. A thunderstorm smell. That’s when I noticed the fire.”

Tom remembers there was a fire at the base of the stone, maybe ten feet from him. He watched as it grew bigger despite the fact it made no sound and gave off no heat. He says he got larger and then faded away.

“It didn’t put itself out or smother. It vanished, like when a movie fades in and out. I don’t know what it was, but I keep coming back expecting to see it again.” Tom is not a paranormal investigator, but enjoys the scene for it natural beauty and for the rush he gets as he waits for the next fire. ”I’ve been there a hundred times. Each time I look for fire, but nothing. Sometimes I see something out of the corner of my eye. I know the woods, so I don’t think it’s anything natural. Supernatural, I don’t know.”

Fires have been seen all over the Triangle, usually in places with some connection to Native American culture. There is really no reason for these fires to appear unless they have some older, now forgotten meaning to the spirits who remain. They never try to burn or touch the witness and they happen often enough that local firefighters joke about them.

“I love that place. I always get evidence from there.” Luann is a local paranormal investigator from New Bedford who founded Whaling City Ghosts after years of having unexplained experiences in her house. She has been to several places in Rehoboth, but finds Anawan Rock to be the most active. She went there once as part of a special radio broadcast for Spooky Southcoast, a local show that features paranormal topics and guests. She went to several places that night, reporting her findings live on the air, but it was the stone she felt most connected to. She feel the area wants her there. “I think they know I’m part Native American. They can sense that and they like that I’m there.”


That night her partner recorded at types of goings-on. “Soon after arrival, we began to hear swishing noises in the forest around us. As time progressed, it seemed as if they were pants, swishing together, as figures flitted behind trees. I did not mention this feeling, but then my partner related to me, and I agreed.” In addition to the sound, Luann reported seeing other figures in the dark.

“At one point, as I turned from snapping shots where I’d heard the swishing noise again, I thought there was a tall, thin, older Indian man standing against a tree. He was grey and wrapped in a blanket or fur, but then he vanished so fast, I wasn’t sure I’d seen him, I was not quick enough to catch him with my camera, he was that quick. At one point the woman she went out with was touched by an unseen hand

These sightings are not common for the location, but Luann heard the noises reported by others at the rock. Many people report hearing drums being played, chanting, or words being called out, usually not understood because of the language people hear it in. The most famous quote, written about in The New England Ghost Files and then repeated by others near Anawan Rock, is man yelling “Iootash, Iootash” which is Algonquin for “stand and fight.” Luann got another conversation.

“I had learned a bit of Wampanoag for the occasion, and had related some words to Gabby, my partner for Whaling City Ghosts. ‘Neetomp’ was to me the most important word we could know with possibly hostile Indian spirits. It means friend. The Wampanoag language is extremely difficult, so I only learned simple words and may not have been using them in proper context, or pronouncing them correctly. As we moved about we repeated the word ‘Neetomp’ many times, we wanted them to know we were friends.” As they left the woods, they recorded an unseen voice repeating “Neetomp.” In addition, they also recorded someone saying the “Kinsman” in Algonquin.

Other people’s experiences might not be as dramatic, but the feeling is much the same. “Something is definitely watching you in there,” says Justin, another investigator. “I’ve tried to get any find of evidence I could, but all I can say is there’s something watching you. You hear these deep voices, but I can never record them.”

Anawan Rock is part of our history. It does not point out a pleasant time in this country’s history, but the stone does not lie.

This article first appeared as part of Ghost of the Bridgewater Triangle by Christopher Balzano



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    Happy National Paranormal Day! In order to celebrate, here are some episodes of our own Spooky Southcoast, one of the world's most listened-to paranormal radio programs. The show has been on the air for over 11 years, with nearly 500 […]

  • Woman Found in California Claims to Be a Mermaid

    A woman found in California claims she's a mermaid. The woman was found wet and almost totally naked near Table Mountain in Fresno County at 3 a.m. Tuesday morning. She told officers she had been in a nearby lake, and claimed to be a […]

  • Freetown Police Warn Motorists of Strange Threat...

    The Freetown Police Department has posted a new sign outside of the Freetown State Forest warning motorists of a potential threat in the town's roadways. In addition to the hazard of the sudden appearance of deer, raccoons and other animals that can […]


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