The Bridgewater Triangle, Reconsidered On Halloween...

Does New England's Paranormal Epicenter Include Cape Cod?

     New England, whether we like/deserve it or not, is sort of the Spooky Epicenter of America. We have the oldest and creepiest housing, the foliage turns or has already fallen at Halloween, and we even get dark at night first. Our history is woven with the supernatural, to the extent that whatever region holds second place really isn't that close.

     Here... watch. "Excuse me, Sir/Miss... name a person who writes scary stories."


     "Stephen King"



    All of them have at least some tie to New England. Hollywood, which is in California, makes all of the scary movies... but even there, New England is disproportionately represented.

     Yes, New England is surely the spookiest place in America. That begs the question, what is the scariest part of New England?

     You'll get several answers. Stephen King sort of stakes a good claim for Maine, Lovecraft has Essex County locked down. Hawthorne could claim Salem. SE Massachusetts and Cape Cod, which, sort of by geography, have Summer through Thanksgiving locked down, have never really staked their claim to the title. To be fair, the other regions of New England have done the heavy lifting.

     Of course, King and Poe do their work in fantasy. When you start looking for the "real" scary parts of New England, you find yourself drawn to a particular region of it. This region has a large share of New England's paranormal activity, per capita. The name is a essentially borrowed, but the man who coined it was almost assuredly referencing her more famous cousin in Bermuda on purpose. It is also literally right down the street from Cape Cod.

     I speak of the Bridgewater Triangle.

     "The Bridgewater Triangle" is a term coined by cryptozoologist Loren Coleman to define this area of extensive Oddity. As you can see, it runs from Freetown to Rehoboth to Abington. It is a giant chunk of SE Massachusetts' boondocks. With the exception of Taunton and a brush with Brockton, no one lives there. Much of it is impenetrable swamp, much of it is that sort of side street you see in Massachusetts- one nice old house, one declining old house, a patch of twisted woods, a decrepit house... you know how we do.

     It's eerie. Google Map that area when you can. It's swampy, sparsely populated, there's no industry, there are no landmarks of note, and I don't think anyone has vacationed at those lakes since Ty Cobb was a rookie. The Triangle is actually where you end up if you leave any Southern New England city, drive out into and through the suburbs, and then get in the countryside. It's the kind of place where your husband will finally admit that he's lost. It's the kind of place that you may only see if you are forced to pull off the highway late at night in search of gas... and it is the very last place you want to run out of gas, because people tend to vanish when forced to take to foot in the countryside.

     I used to live just outside of the Triangle in a village called Monponsett. Monponsett was small enough that, despite growing up 10 miles away in Duxbury, I had never heard of it. It's a post office, a liquor store, a restaurant, a pair of lakes, a cranberry bog, and lots-I-mean-LOTS of swampland. I used to teach in Boston, and I'd take the ghetto kids down to Monponsett for a day in the woods/out of the city.

    For some reason, several of them were nervous. When I asked why, even the willing had trouble verbalizing it. Finally, a kid from Dorchester explained it to me. "This is the kind of sh*t where Jason comes to get you."

     The Triangle is kind of a strange area, in that no one goes there unless they live there. Sure, you might drive through one of these towns, but you rarely stop the car in them. In towns like that, people often manage to keep their secrets from the outsiders.

     With that said, some stories that have leaked out of this little backwater area include:

- Serial killers

- Satanic rituals (including a gruesome one where they cut off a girl's head and played soccer with it.. one of the soccer playes flipped for immunity, and is currently walking the streets of Fall River, I believe)

- Indian curses (Hockomock Swamp is said to be cursed, and is the epicenter of the current Triangle)

- Numerous ghosts and apparitions

- Bigfoot sightings (according to local Sasquatch lore, Bigfoots steal and eat pumpkins)

- Thunderbird sightings (Thunderbird-driven sightings?)

- Black helicopters

- UFO sightings

- Will' o' wisps and foxfire

- Animal mutilations

- Disappearances

- Gangster-style murders

- The beginning and ending spots of King Phillip's War

- Giant snakes (while draining Hockomock Swamp in the Depression, reports of snakes "as thick as stove-pipes" were not uncommon)

- Hospitals- both active and creepily abandoned- for the criminally insane. Taunton's abandoned hospital is often considered to be the scariest place in New England.

- Creepy colonial cemeteries

     Yes, they do represent hard in the Interior, both inside and outside the realm of the paranormal. Sacco and Vanzetti were arrested there. The Boston Strangler was stored there, and escaped from there. The most well-known Sasquatch sighting in Massachusetts was there. The very Devil himself left a footprint there.

     Now, you might think that all of this occult stuff is a bunch of Bull's Bollocks... and, to be honest, you're probably correct. Until I produce a Nessie, I can't prove that the Loch Ness Monster exists. Likewise, until you finish patrolling every galaxy everywhere, don't tell me that there isn't life on other planets.... maybe life that might have once decided to build a flying saucer and terrify the patrons of Joseph's Restaurant in Rehoboth in 1973.

     The skeptic is right about 356-357 days a year. The skeptic is wrong on Christmas Eve/Day, Good Friday/Easter, and a run of hours from late night Wednesday (Devil's Night) through Halloween and into the post-dawn hours of November 1st when the sunlight finally reaches the darkest parts of the forest. On those days, science is turned away at the gate.

     I'm not here to try to prove to you that some hick out in the swamps of Bridgewater saw a yeti. I'm not that good at what I do. What I can do well is look at information and provide my views on it. You can make up your own mind. The veracity of the tales is not my concern, I'm more interested in the swagger that they carry.

     My big concern after studying the Bridgewater Triangle would be simple geography... it's not big enough. I would throw in Q Ratings, and would finish off by comparing it with nearby areas. I would then take the next logical step and blame all the paranormal stuff on the Wampanoags.

     It's a long story, but I can shorten it somewhat by tying geography and Q Ratings together with the comparative analysis stuff. The Bridgewater Triangle is impressive, but somewhat limited. There is a lot of scary stuff for a region centered on Taunton (pop. 50,000, by far the most densely populated spot in the current parameters of the Triangle), especially one that I would guess is at least 50% forest/swamp. Similar hinterland regions in Maine or the Berkshires lack this kind of action.... the one area of Vermont with a lot of spooky stuff actually has their own Triangle.

     Still, the Bridgewater Triangle lacks that anchorman, that heavyweight champ, that boss villain. I'd center the Vermont one on Lake Champlain and her lake monster. If New York has one, work it from wherever Sleepy Hollow is, or maybe Amityville.  New Jersey's most certainly involves the Pine Barrens.

     If the paranormal were Hollywood, most of the stuff in the Triangle would be supporting actors at best. In order to gain that Prime Time Player, you have to expand the Triangle.

     Let's start off by extending the borders to the south and southwest. Doing so almost immediately (ten miles or so) gains the Triangle the thing that they need the most to be taken seriously... a Diva.

     This bed and breakfast inn is very nice, especially for Fall River. It's right across the street from a church, just off the highway, and tastefully maintained. It's just the sort of place you'd like to have as your own, other than the fact that America's most famous patricide and matricide happened here.

     That's right, kids... it's the Lizzie Borden house!

     Lizzy was acquitted of the axe murder of her parents in that very house, and she stayed in Fall River (albeit at a different house) for the rest of her life. She has her own nursery rhyme, the one with the erroneous "forty whacks" line (Lizzie's dad got 11, and her mom got 18 or 19), that has survived for over 100 years.

     The inn is rumored to be haunted, and- if you want to stay in it on Halloween- you have to pay a year in advance.

     Lizzie Borden immediately, just by her arrival on the battlefield, gives the Bridgewater Triangle what video game players call a "Boss." Now, we can go to the Discovery Channel and demand rather than ask.

     Since we're heading southwest, why not stretch it out some? A quick dip across the bay into Rhode Island gives us Mercy Brown, New England's most famous vampire. Rhodey's superstitious farmers also made vampire legends around Nelly Vaughn, Juliet Rose, and Sarah Tillinghast. Many a body was exhumed, many a heart was cut out. Tillinghast- who came from a wealthy family that eventually patronized the Triangle's own Bridgewater State College (and still has a building named after them there)- and the more famous Mercy Brown were both from Exeter, RI, Vaughn was from neighboring Greenwich, and Rose was from nearby South Kingstown.

     That's some 'Salem's Lot sh*t there, player! Any attempt to focus on paranormal stuff in a Triangle that stops short of Exeter is incomplete. 

    This cursed area of Rhode Island is also known for The Great Swamp Fight, a massacre from King Phillip's War. "Howdy neighbor... let's go kill a 'Gansett." Phillip himself met his death in southern Rhode Island.  We'll deal more with Metacomet near the end of this article. For now, know that the there are many places in SE Massachusetts where Wampanoags or Narragansetts died in clusters.

     Anyhow, let's extend the Triangle this far, at least. To keep with the rural spirit of the region, we'll start the line around Exeter, shoot SW to NE just to the east of Providence, and meet up with the original Rehoboth line of Coleman's Triangle.

     Doing so means I get to include my Dighton Rock picture. You'll notice that Dighton Rock is haunted by the ghost of my Red Sox hoody.

     Dighton Rock used to be in the Taunton River.

     Petroglyphs are rock carving/engravings, and Dighton Rock is the work of someone who took a lot of time to carve a bunch of symbols into it. Whoever did it was speaking language that looks nothing like English... even that silly old English that the actual English people speak.

     Depending on who you believe, it is Wampanoag, Phoenecian, Norse, Portuguese, Chinese, Neanderthal, or some kid with a devious sense of humor and a great deal of time. A lot of water washed over these carvings, and your guess is as good as the guess of the best educated minds in the land.

     Even the ranger in charge of the park laughed when I mentioned we were doing an article on Haunted Massachusetts. "This isn't haunted," he said, oblivious to the creepiness of someone from, at the nearest, 1500 years ago managing to say "Hello" to someone in 2013 Massachusetts.

     You wouldn't think rocks would be that spooky, but more than one of them came up in my research. Anawan Rock is where King Phillip's War ended, for example. Anawan had his head chopped off. One or two local rocks are critical to my theory about extending the Triangle onto Cape Cod, but we'll get to those later.

     First, let's go NE from Dighton Rock... which is actually in Berkley. The western side of the Triangle gets no argument from me, as nothing I know of in North Attleboro or Mansfield jumps out in any studies of the paranormal. What I do diisagree with is ending that edge of the Triangle in Abington. Why not push it NE some more? Once you start doing so, you see that you're essentially drawing a line to Salem.

     Salem is Witch City, and if we work it into our Triangle, our Triangle really can't be faded. However, a Rehoboth/Salem/Freetown triangle would be more of a sliver. It begs for expansion just by geometry. It needs to be thicker.

     Just to keep the rural character of the Triangle intact, I'd run it east/southest of Quincy and Boston. To recap, we're starting in Rhode Island, making sure we include Fall River (and this spooky church below)... then we beeline up to that Gloucester Fisherman Memorial before pondering the turn SE.


     This change in the size of the Triangle has thus far netted us probably two of the top ten spooky things to have ever happened in America, and maybe even gives us the #1 spot. I don't think that any city has a more paranormal history than Salem, and we'd be fools to not include it.

     By no means at all do we weaken the Triangle by expanding it. In fact, we strengthen it. You really can't have a paranormal triangle that is actually less scary than the lands around it. From what I've read, the present definition of the Triangle would actually be a safe area one would flee to when seeking to escape the vampires and witches that exist just outside of it.

   Said expansion puts almost the entire South Shore and South Coast in the Triangle. This gives the Triangle bragging rights to:

- Lizzie Borden

- The Salem Witch Trials

- The Rhode Island vampire craze

- The Great Swamp Fight

- Depending on how close to Boston Harbor you go, you now own all three fatal shark attacks in Massachusetts waters, and the only one in Rhode Island's waters. The contenders are Narragansett Bay, Mattapoisett, Scituate and Boston Harbor.

- The only huge earthquake in modern local history, which went down off Cape Ann.

- Gloucester is where a sea-serpent was spotted by dozens of people. Considered to be America's first sea monster, it first showed up in the 1630s, put in highly visible work in 1817, and was still being spotted in 1917. It was said to be over 100 feet long.

- You get four of the five spookiest harbor cities in the region. Fall River, New Bedford, Gloucester and Salem all have ghosts somewhere, and Boston Harbor can stand on her own in a ghost fight. Mystic, just outside of my Triangle, is also a trip.

- The Plymouth County Plague, which was most likely either smallpox or leptospirosis, killed Wampanoags by the bushel basket before the Pilgrims arrived. Whatever disease it was, it's why Plymouth was nice and empty for John Alden and the gang.

- Weymouth, which rarely gets ink, has a bloody history. The initial settlement of 60 failed. Everyone who didn't leave died, either of starvation or at the hands of the hostile Massachusett tribe. It's first famous act was Myles Standish murdering the natives under a flag of truce. The second attempt to settle it also resulted in privation.

- Hanson has hidden smallpox cemeteries, and this spooky-ass abandoned tuberculosis hospital.

- The New Bedford Highway Killer, probably the most gruesome unsolved series of crimes in Massachusetts history. New Beffuh also gives you Big Dan's Tavern. Like Gloucester, New Beddy and nearby Fall River were the Last Port for a lot of fishermen and whalers.

- Hull, which is a very ominous name and a very lonely spit of sand. Extra credit for "spooky old abandoned amusement park." Hull had about a half dozen sea serpent sightings in the 1800s and early 1900s.

- Cohasset, which is spooky enough that someone filmed Witches Of Eastwick there.

- The USS Salem in Quincy is said to be haunted, and can support tours.

- Monponsett Lakes, which is where Wampanoag sachem Wamsutta (aka Alexander) was kidnapped by the colonists. He was later quite possibly poisoned in Marshfield (Duxbury records of the time include an order for poison, "for removal of a Peste.") and died in Duxbury. His death helped set off King Phillip's War.

- Kingston and Halifax also have two very creepy kidnap/murders, one of a which was a church deacon hearing voices, grabbing a 13 year old, raping her, smothering her, and burying her in a coal pile. In the other case, a Cape Cod motorist was butchered and left in a Halifax swamp.

- Marshfield was the site of a reign of terror during the Revolution. Marshfield was considered the most Loyalist town in New England. Thusly, they were accorded protection from the British as the Revolution was about to begin. 1000 men from Plymouth, Kingston, Duxbury, Carver, Plympton, Middleboro and Rochester mobilized and marched on Marsh Vegas to start the Revolution. An emergency evacuation of the occupying British from Brant Rock kept the first battle of the Revolution from being waged in Marsh Vegas. After the troops left, Vegas suffered a storm of mobbings, tar-and-featherings, land confiscation and general abuse for decades afterwards.

- Duxbury is home to the haunted Sun Tavern, and the very end of Duxbury Beach is home to the haunted Gurnet Light. Duxbury is also where Daniel Webster saw a sea serpent. One was also seen there in 1639. Duxbury and Scituate also suffer brutal storm damage.

- Fort Andrew, at the end of Duxbury Beach near Gurnet Light, was built in 1776. It wasn't up long before the Briitsh noticed it. An exchange of cannon fire ensued, and the lighthouse suffered some damage. The ship in question, the HMS Niger, ran aground and was nearly sank as the Americans shot for it. They eventually got loose, and fled. There are some who say that this battle never happened.

- It goes without saying that Plymouth, which is the oldest or second oldest European-built town in America, has some spooky stuff going on. I say that before I mention that everyone in Plymouth died of plague when it was still Patuxet.

- Better spots in Plymouth include the very spooky Burial Hill, which is a sprawling graveyard that has a few tombstones with 1600s numbers on them. Also, you can go into the center of town, which was supposedly cursed by Metacomet. I'd tell you more, but They can do it better.

    Anyhow... all of this leads to the question that puts this article on this particular website ... should Cape Cod be included in the Bridgewater Triangle expansion?

     For starters... just to get onto Cape Cod, you have to drive over two very spooky bridges. They are the two of the premier suicide spots in New England, which is ironic because the bridges were Great Depression projects. At least 60 people have jumped their deaths from our bridges... and that number is distorted by the tendency of civic-minded coroners to list bridge-jumping suicides as "drownings." Even a fox has jumped from the Bourne Bridge, so you know things get heavy there. Suicide barriers were erected in 1981 and 1983. 8 people are known to have survived bridge-leaps.

     While on the subject of suicides, I'd be remiss if I allowed this tangent to end without mentioning Suicide Alley. Suicide Alley is the two-lane section of Route 6, known for her ghastly collisions. To my knowledge, no other stretch of road in New England- or even the East Coast- enjoys such a notorious reputation.

   We also own the most famous car-crash in US history (I'd rank Ted Kennedy's driving record ahead of James Dean or Jane Mansfield, as it essentially ended Camelot), which actually wasn't on Suicide Alley. We also have #20 or so on famous plane crashes with John and Carolyn Kennedy, who- as cool as they may have been- rank far behind the impact of the final flights for Lynyrd Slynyrd, Buddy Holly, Stevie Ray Vaughn, Thurman Munson and Aaliyah.

   The Kennedys, who absolutely define Hyannis Port, have also held the title of America's Most Famous Curse since the Red Sox won the World Series, Reagan beat the Tecumseh Curse, and the last Von Erich brother failed to die. This curse holds the scalps of two head-shot chowderhead pols, the world's prettiest plane crash, one died-in-office Senator, one war hero death, one reprehensible lobotomy, one drowned secretary, one woman beat to death with a golf club, and a family patriarch with a lot of blood on his hands.

    It goes without saying that JFK's death means that Hyannis Port's most famous resident is also the center of America's greatest conspiracy theory... although I just said it, so scratch that. That alone sort of wins the Cape Cod inclusion argument right there, but let's stack up some more evidence.

   New England is very nautical, and Cape Cod is known as a Ship Graveyard. Nantucket Sound and Buzzards Bay have odd currents, sudden shallowness (I don't sail, and lack some crucial vocabulary here), and powerful storms that have polished off more seamen than a veteran prostitute. We sort of trade off the title of Most Recent Discovery Of An Actual Treasure-Carrying Pirate Ship with North Carolina, Louisiana and Florida. We have one of the few lost-nuclear-sub disasters in US History with the USS Thresher, I think we have a cruise ship disaster, and I also think that at least one famous jumbo-jet crash (the terrifying "I rely on God" pilot suicide crash) went down off Nantucket.

     With that in mind, I'd actually extend the Triangle offshore somewhat, so as to include the dangerous travel routes there. Most of the Bermuda Triangle is open ocean, so we have some wiggle room here.

     As Hunter Thompson said, "Civilization ends at the water line.. after that, we all enter the food chain, and not always at the top." Cape Cod is chock full of monsters, both natural and Supernatural. We have the largest creatures on Earth in our waters, as well as the ocean's most fearsome predator. Cape Cod holds the title of most recent shark attack, and Buzzards Bay holds the title of last fatal shark attack.

     We also just added Bear to the local menu. Here's a print of one in Cedarville, next to the print of Stephen's size 15 Reebok.

     Cape Cod and the Islands, which Jaws and Moby Dick were based out of, also have a history of sea serpents and globsters, from 1719, 1886, 1910, and 1996. Henry Hudson even claimed to have seen a mermaid here in 1609.

  We represent hard, paranormally(?). You can't get to Cape Cod from 495 without driving by Sacrifice Rock Woods. SRW is home to Sacrifice Rock, one of Bourne's two important stones. According to legend, a bunch of natives were about to sacrifice a man to break a drought. Richard Bourne, who founded Mashpee and whose Daddy gave his name to the town, came upon them. He commanded them to stop, and explained that their sacrifice was not needed, as Jesus had already made the sacrifice for them.  They ignored him, and were about to proceed... when SHA-ZAMM!!! The rock that the victim was tied to was hit by lightning. The victim and Bourne were unharmed, but the villains were obliterated.

   You can go to Sacrifice Rock and see the lightning strike for yourself. It's off Chamber Rock Road in Bournedale, which is considered to be Cape Cod's northern border. It's about the size and shape of a Abrams tank. It is definitely split in half, and the culprit was most likely lightning.

     One man's blessing is another man's curse, and the Wampanoag Gods are said to be less than pleased at this interruption by the Kid from Jerusalem. Bournedale Road is about the creepiest part of Bourne. The Ingersoll Bend, a 2 mile pointless curve in Rte. 495 around a local farm, is actually rumored to be an effort to avoid placing a major highway so close to cursed woods.

     If you were an optimist and wanted to use Bourne as the area where God put his foot down on all the spooky stuff, Sacrifice Rock would be the base of your argument. It is, if the story is true, the hand of God in direct action.

    Bourne is also home to the Bourne Stone, which is possibly a marker left by the first European to discover America. Similar to the Dighton Rock, it has petroglyphs which may read "A Proclamation. Of Annexation. Do Not Deface. By This, Hanno Takes Possession."

     If it actually does say that (and there is much debate), it means that you can scrap Columbus as an important figure, and the discovery of America actually went down around where Barlow's Clam Shack is on the Scenic Highway.

     It would also mean that two of the first voyages to America- and two of the most important- landed within about 15 miles from each other in a hidden bay behind a giant Cape... about 2100 years apart. It would radically re-write history, and pretty much eliminate Christopher Columbus as a holiday. He'd also become a footnote in the history books.

     Hanno was a sailor from Carthage, and his time was around 500 years before Jesus, or about 2000 years before Columbus. He made one of the first sailing voyages around the fat part of Africa. He also is the guy who gave "gorillas" their name, which is pretty cool. He went to his grave thinking that they were hairy people.

     I know the local Indians believed in Hanno, Richard Bourne, and God... because they converted.

     Things don't get much less creepy when you cross the bridge.

     Cape Cod is old, and I mean ancient-old. It had been around for about 220 years before anyone even thought of founding Seattle, for instance. We have ghosts who were old when the people who were going to eventually become California ghosts were still alive.

     Just a few of the haunted spots on Cape Cod include:

- The Dagget House in Martha's Vineyard, where rumor has it that a boy and his dog were sealed off in a room and starved to death.

- The Captain Simmons Homestead in Hyanis Port, which is haunted by a little girl named "Susan."

- The Lopes Playground in Onset, which (behind left field, in the woods) has several decrepit and possibly haunted houses

- The Dillingham Bed and Breakfast (pictured, left), haunted by Branch Dillingham, who opted out by her own hands in 1813.

- The Village Green Inn of Falmouth, which has ghosts and other unexplained activity. It was built in 1804.

- The Old Yarmouth Inn in Yamouthport (circa 1696) has a playful ghost who likes to hassle the staff.

- The Beechwood Inn in Barnstable, which also has a prank-pulling, mischievous ghost.

- Harry Houdini once escaped from a sewn up "sea monster," which was almost certainly a whale, that had washed up on Cape Cod.

- The Marsh People, which may be Cape Cod's best legend. It seems that people on Cape Cod resisted civilization enough that they took to the marshes as it was settled. Their descendants are still out there now, hunting for a supper of human flesh. Beware the moors...

     Overall, you really can't build a paranomal epicenter for Massachusetts without including Cape Cod.

     I have no beef with Loren Coleman. If he reads and objects to this article regarding the expansion of the Bridgewater Triangle, I'd probably be apt to just accept his views as the truth over mine. It is, as they say, his baby. I have never read his book (Mysterious America) directly, but I have read a lot about the things in his book.

     However... I do think that the stuff just outside the Bridgewater Triangle is a lot scarier than the stuff inside the Bridgewater Triangle. Therefore, we either marginalize the Bridgewater Triangle's reputation, or we expand it to meet the new, uhm, realities. I will say that my Bridgewater Triangle is a lot scarier than Mr. Coleman's, and I think it better encompasses the spirit (pardon the pun) of the region.

     Also, our expanded Bridgewater Triangle gives us the heavy-hitters like Lizzie Borden, Salem, and that bar from the Jodie Foster movie. When they are discussing this new Triangle at the Discovery Channel, they'll be able to sell it better.

     I suppose we should blame Metacomet. He was the last guy to really own the area before Whitey took over, and he most likely died pretty angry. From what I know of the history of the region, whatever gods are in charge can't cast their judgements in favor of the treaty-breaking, back-stabbing, genocide-practicing English.

     As he faced his end in some squalid New England swamp, Metacomet probably got a good vision of how things were going to be in the future. He may have invoked his God to someday avenge him. Time works differently to Gods, and it may be more fun to use a curse to chip away at people one evil act at a time over many centuries than it is to, say, cause a sudden Great Deluge.... or maybe we have that coming, too.

     Until that happens, check out some more of our shots from the expanded Bridgewater Triangle:

Sandwich Mini-Golf, right next to a funeral home.

Lord, when you call me home, make sure that no one is playing mini-golf near my funeral... or, if the spirit is such, make sure everyone is.

Just in case you thought I was lying about the funeral home/mini-golf thing....

Lee Trevino, who was just missed by a lightning bolt, quipped that "even God can't hit a one iron." Now, it seems that God has the last laugh, as God generally does.

Cape Codders, many of whom live by the whims of the seas, are very superstitious.

Hex Stars are all over Sagamore and Sandwich. You see them up the South Shore, too. I'd imagine Salem is covered with them. As far as I know, and I may be 100% wrong, it is a distinctly New England thing. If I'm wrong, I'd then wager that it doesn't extend in practice past the Mississippi River.

Speaking of the South...

My main man George Caldwell of the 3rd Massachusetts Volunteer Militia paid the soldier's debt at the Battle of New Bern. Since he died 3 months after the battle and is buried up here (Plympton), I like to think that he made it home before he perished. Either way, he went out like a Boss... the Union occupied New Bern until the end of the war.

They say George still can be seen walking the mean streets of Plympton on moonlit nights, mistakenly kicking the asses of Lynyrd Skynyrd fans. The locals respect him too much to tell him he's dead.

Bourne has a fascinating history. Not a lot of people know this, but the Army used Bourne (especially Buttermilk Bay, and extra-specially about where the hills of Hideaway Village are today) to train for the invasion of Normandy.

I presume that this is some landing craft, most likely meant for D-Day.

Cape Cod has a terrific military history. Falmouth and Wareham were attacked by the British, and Orleans was attacked by the Huns. As we said earlier, the American Revolution was about a 5 mile march from starting in Brant Rock, Massachusetts.

Here are some shots from the Lopes Playground in Onset. These derelict houses sit on prime land with sweeping views of the salt marsh. I would guess that these low-lying properties were abandoned after the 1938 hurricane, which may have even killed the owners. I could be 1000% wrong about that, however.

These properties have a local reputation for hauntings. One stoner I saw at the playground spoke at length on them.

"You always hear glass shattering out there at night."

"Wouldn't that be kids, breaking the windows?"

"Lady, those houses haven't had windows for 5o years."

This one didn't even have walls.

They don't make 'em like they used to.... I mean, why bother with using stairs to descend into lower parts of the house, when you can just fall through this hell-hole?


Fine landscaping, too.

Cape Cod saltbox/colonial ruins....

Also... since we're looking at ruins, I have more pictures of the tuberculosis hospital in Hanson.

I had about zero (0) intention of setting foot in that nightmare factory. Paranormal stuff is one thing, but the falling-through-a-floor-in-the-middle-of-nowhere fear is actually rather rational.

It's kind of an odd building for Hanson. I also wonder about "humid, inland swamp" as a climate for a tuberculosis hospital.


Run in fear from the evil Tiger Dog of Buzzards Bay!

He was surprisedly good-natured about the whole thing, as big dogs tend to be.

The Tiger Dog is actually my neighbor, Bubba.....

Batman, on patrol in Onset:

Fog.... always spooky, especially so on Cape Cod.


Just in case you thought I was lying about Lizzie Borden's house being a bed-n-breakfast, look below.

Don't worry about that No Vacancy thing down below... just speak to Miss Borden, and she'll create a vacancy.... the Old School way... she'll Axe someone to leave.

Get it? Axe? 

OK, I digress....

The only time we were really scared during all of this ghostbusting was when, after going to the Borden house, we wandered down towards Popeye's Chicken.

There was a crowd of street people there, including a huge Serena Williams-looking woman who was shouting at random cars in the street. She seemed to energize the crowd, and I was the only one with a camera there. I got, as the kids say, Ghost... with the quickness.


Happy Halloween!

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