Beyond The Bridgewater Triangle With Kristen Evans

  Bob Waterman's unique brand of advertising stands on the side of the road off of Route 105 in Halifax.  Not paranormal--but far from normal--is a freaky little farm tucked away on Old Summit Street in Halifax, right off of haunted route 105. There are signs everywhere leading the way. They want you to come. The signs pointing to the farm are adorned with eye catching decorations like plastic snowmen and Santa Clauses. You follow the weathered signs and you arrive at what looks to be at first glance a place that's half Pee Wee's Playhouse and half house of horrors.      Dirty stuffed animals and dolls dangle by their necks from trees. Old spring rocking horses are everywhere. You ask yourself, what the hell is this place?   You feel like you are trespassing into the mind of a madman. You suddenly get the feeling you shouldn't be here. That's when the cutest old man welcomes you to his farm and asks you if you would

One of the strangest (and ironically most credible accounts) of all the stories of the Bridgewater Triangle is that of a UFO encounter in West Bridgewater at the off ramp of route 24 to route 106. Two men were on their way for a night out after a long day's work. Their destination was Raynham-Taunton Racetrack for some dinner and betting. The encounter took place on March 23, 1979. Stuck in traffic exiting the ramp, the men were shocked to see a "baseball diamond shaped" UFO right over their heads. One of the men claimed it was so close, he could have likely thrown a rock at it. This man was newsman Jerry Lopes, who was working at the time for WHDH radio (now WEEI 850 AM). His friend was also a newsman at the station, making the story these two witnesses had to tell one that people finally took seriously after weeks of area residents claiming to have seen low-flying UFOs. The story of Lopes' sighting was made famous by Loren Coleman, the "father" of the Br

A rash of UFO sightings have been reported in 2011 in the Bridgewater Triangle...and beyond. Between the National UFO Reporting Center and MUFON, there have been 21 reports of the "fireballs" over the skies of Southeastern Massachusetts in the year 2011. Sightings from all over, with witnesses reporting almost the same experience: looking up at the sky and seeing orange or amber "fireballs." At first they look like stars. But these ones move. And dance. And divide. And disappear. Even morph into illusionary helicopters and planes...or sometimes more ships. Hundreds of such sightings have been reported wordwide in recent years. But there is no doubt that activity in our area is approaching an all time high. The first Bridgewater Triangle sightings of the fireball phenomenon was first reported to me back in January of 2011. Two young men watched two of them for over thirty minutes in the skies over East Bridgewater. The following year, I was contacted by another wit

"They lodged the first night on Nemasket, where so many Indians had died a few years before that the living could not bury the dead, but their sculls and bones lied in many places where the dead had been." From "History of the Town of Middleboro," by Thomas Weston The Wampanoag lived peacefully in a territory now known as the town of Middleboro (or Middleborough) for thousands of years. When the pilgrims arrived the New World, they were mystified to find entire villages abandoned by the plagues that had decimated local tribes in the years between 1617 and 1620. In those years of pestilence, some tribes lost 90% of their people.  Middleboro was no exception. When colonists first discovered the area, the land of Middleboro was covered in skulls and bones, for there were so many that were ravaged by sickness "that the living could not bury the dead." Middleboro, or Middleborough--the town still can't decide on the correct spelling--was

On August of 1676, King Philip's luck had run out. Though he escaped capture by the skin of his teeth twice before in Hockomock Swamp, in Miery Swamp in Mount Hope, he had nowhere to hide. Philip was shot in the chest by John Alderman, "a praying Indian whose brother King Philip had ordered executed after a being deemed a traitor." Alderman was accompanied by Captain Benjamin Church himself, the most famous Indian hunter of the day. (It is interesting to note that in the scene depicted in the picture below of the death of King Philip, it is Church and not Alderman who is holding the gun.)  "The Death of King Philip," Harper's Magazine, 1883   Church ordered Philip's body to pulled up to higher ground to begin the act of his mutilation. His body was beheaded and dismembered. Quartered, Church picked four nearby trees and ordered four pieces of Philip's body to be tied to them for the birds to pluck. His hand was given to Alderman as a troph

On June 24, 2010--the exact date that marks the outbreak of King Philip's War--a carpenter got the surprise of his life when he approached the front door of a client's house to find a six foot Black Racer snake...three feet in the air and positioned to strike. Black Racer snakes aren't exactly out of place in Massachusetts, but seeing one would certainly be a rare occurrence. Black Racers live in forests, wetlands and fields. They are shy reptiles that typically slither slowly away from contact with humans, unless provoked or cornered. According to The Brockton Enterprise, "Mark Fitton turned to go back into the house on Lady Slipper Road and take out the last load of material after finishing a kitchen remodeling job. He put one foot up on the stairs leading from the garage to the entryway, let out a yell and jumped back. On the steps was a 6-foot snake, a black racer, standing 3 feet in the air, shaking its tail and darting upward toward Fitton’s head. Fitton i

Most residents of Taunton and Rehoboth frown upon the national attention their towns have gained as being among the most active paranormal areas in the country. Try visiting such famed haunted sites as Shad Factory Pond and Palmer River Burial Ground and neighbors will come right out their houses and ask you to leave. Residents will come right out and ask you what you are you doing there. They know exactly what you are doing here. But you feel you have to hide your agenda. You can try to tell them that you are bird watching or from a Historical Society, but they won’t buy it. The police that arrive about 30 seconds after you get to Taunton State Hospital seem a little more understanding of your curiosity, as long as you are polite and honest. But they still will demand that you leave…and in timely fashion. Next, you want to next visit the famed Hornbine School in Rehoboth, a “haunted” site that makes it’s way into virtually every book and article about the subject of paranormal ac