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Bridgewater Triangle Big, er, Littlefoot

Posted by: Craig Woolheater on June 13th, 2011

Cryptomundian billrrrr shares his story of a strange creature sighting in the Bridgewater Triangle.

The Bridgewater Triangle is a mysterious place that has been talked about here on Cryptomundo in the past many times.

My home in the Bridgewater Triangle was built in Raynham on a knoll just a few hundred yards from an entrance to a large tract of the Hockomock that has not been filled and was never fully explored – its expanse of hundreds of acres being entirely owned and protected by a survivalist family who regularly fire vintage civil war cannons to scare away would-be intruders.

Buffering my backyard from the entrance to the swamp, is a several mile long swath of undeveloped land, occupied only by high tension power lines running from Providence up towards Boston. Even in daylight, walking this overgrown tract that we called ‘the High Tees’, is somewhat disconcerting because it is used as a main highway for a kaleidoscope of animals including coyotes and the occasional wildcat and mountain lion. At night those relatively harmless mammals are reportedly joined by a plethora of bizarre creatures – some beyond description.

For six years, I worked a three to midnight shift and when I got home my custom was to walk my dog – a 100 pound female Rotweiller-Shepherd mix. ‘Samantha’ and I loved our exercise and we walked every single night Summer and Winter.

We usually walked on the sidewalks towards the center of town and stayed away from the Hockomock Swamp. But one night, we varied our routine and walked through the woods toward an old dam that once provided water power for an early iron works.

‘Sam, why do you want to walk the High Tees?,’ I asked her as she pulled me towards the tall wires that were shrouded by even loftier trees. Sammy just looked at me with her bright eyes. She did not bark or get excited like she did when we went for hamburgers at McDonalds or swimming at ‘The Nip’. But I could tell she wanted to walk the different route.

I went along with Sam’s wishes because we were best friends. My grandchildren had often joked that I treated Sam better than them. “I treat Sam like a person because she acts like one, while you guys act like animals!”, I told them.

As Sam and I cut through the backyard and entered the High Tees, darkness was instant and total. No streetlights or star lights can penetrate the canopy of the rangy hundred year old pines that dwarf the power lines.

About a half mile into the walk we arrived at a break where a road cuts through the swath . Sam pulled hard on her leash and looked up at me. Her hair stood on end. She made not a noise, but trembled and looked at me for protection.

“What’s wrong Samantha? I don’t see anything. It’s okay baby. We’ll go home now. Come on.”

I tugged on her leash but she did not budge. It wasn’t obstinacy. It was fear. My 100 pound Rot-Shep who would tackle a one ton bison or a wild mountain cat, was scared stiff.

I heard what frightened her before I saw it.

“Eee wah chu. Eee wah chu. Keer. Keer. Eee wah chu.” an eerie call floated to my ears in the still night.

‘Eee WAH CHU. EE WAN CHEW. EEE WAH CHU. KEER, keer EEEEEE WAHHHHHN CHEW.”, the unearthly high pitched voice was closer and louder.

There was a street lamp about 20 feet in front of me and it cast a bluish circle of light on the pavement.

Into the circle walked a hairy creature about three to four feet tall which weighed probably a hundred pounds.

“EEEE WAH CHU EEEEE WAH CHEW CHEW … Chew Chew. Eee wah chu.,” it repeated over and over again.

It stood very straight on two feet and looked at me with eyes that were too large for its head – like the eyes of an owl. Sammy and I were frozen as we watched the creature. It did not advance further and did not appear to be threatening us – but we were scared still. Sam did not bark, nor whine. She trembled slightly and kept looking at me as if to say, “What is it?”

“It’s okay Sam.”, I said unconvincingly.

The creature kept talking and began motioning with its arms. It wore no clothes and was completely covered with coarse, unkempt hair that was about five or six inches long. It seemed to have a pot belly and I took it to be in the young stages of old age.

We stood watching the thing for not more than a minute but it felt like hours. It kept speaking to us, but made no further movement toward us. I summoned enough courage to ask it a few questions but got no answer other than “EEE WAH CHEW” repeated again and again.

If I had been Darwin, or Dr. Livingston, I would have walked to the thing and would have made a great discovery and would have written a new chapter in human history. But I was just a weak, frightened man who slinked away and lost a chance to catalogue an entirely new species.

I am ashamed to admit that I walked away. Sam and I turned and went home as fast as we could.

In my living room, I stayed up all night analyzing the encounter.

I tried to figure out what the hairy thing was saying and my best guess at a translation is this: It was speaking English and saying, “We want you. We want you. Come here. Come here.” “Eee wah chu. Eee wah chu. Keer. Keer.”

To this day, I do not know what they wanted me for. Or maybe it was Sam they wanted. If I had the grit to meet with the creature, I could probably write a good ending to this story. Or maybe Sam and I would have been a midnight snack to a band of hairy, little potbellied carnivores.

Over the years, I did go back to the place of the encounter, but I never again saw the hirsute, big eyed thing that summoned me with the call, “eeeee wah chew … ee wah chu.”

I do not know what it was.

I do know what it was not!

It was not a beaver, muskrat, woodchuck, raccoon, bear, or anything like that. It stood very erect, used its arms like a person and was paunchy in the middle. These characteristics do not apply to the various forest creatures that I previously mentioned. Also…IT WAS NOT HUMAN. There is no doubt in my mind that the thing was inhuman.

I guess what it was, or is, is some type of subhuman swamp creature that has lived in the Hockomock swamp for thousands of years. It was living there before the humans came….and it probably will live there, after the humans have gone.billrrrr

Craig Woolheater – has written 2523 posts on this site.
Co-founder of Cryptomundo in 2005. I have appeared in or contributed to the following TV programs, documentaries and films: OLN's Mysterious Encounters: "Caddo Critter", Southern Fried Bigfoot, Travel Channel's Weird Travels: "Bigfoot", History Channel's MonsterQuest: "Swamp Stalker", The Wild Man of the Navidad Destination America's Monsters and Mysteries in America: Texas Terror - Lake Worth Monster.


5 Responses to “Bridgewater Triangle Big, er, Littlefoot”

  1. SirKen63 responds:

    Billrrr thanks for the story of your encounter. I live in Rhode Island and know of this area. Have always wanted to go out into the swamp and just sit and see if I could have a encounter myself. Just never seem to get around to it. Now I have more time on my hands, I might have to spend some time out there.

    I have read about a lot of stories coming from there ghost, bigfoot, UFO and a red eye devil dog. I have never heard of this Pot Belly creature before and from what you say it also was trying to communicate with you, and that I find very interesting. I am one of those people that think Bigfoot does have a language of some type.

    Thanks. :)

  2. korollocke responds:

    This was an episode of Millenium with Lance Hendrekson, little foot turned out to be a mobster living the woods who was resurrected by a couple of magic ladies who livied in a tree stump.

  3. mandors responds:

    “To this day, I do not know what they wanted me for. Or maybe it was Sam they wanted.”

    Why “they?” Was there more than one creature?

  4. whiteriverfisherman responds:

    Well, that was interesting…..

  5. j stewart responds:

    you know i used to dismiss these stories as “couldnt have really happened” until I had my face to face with something i cant explain away as anything else but what I saw. Good read and who knows what it may have been. one morning in Florida I woke up to a couple of monkeys eating my groceries out of my ice chest while on a camping trip….Odd but this has gotten to be not uncommon in Florida. The description sounds like some sort of Lemur that may have escaped captivity….who knows



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