Vanished in the Bridgewater Triangle: The Lost Boy of Rehoboth

The swamps of the Bridgewater Triangle have always been regarded as places to be avoided. Children whose homes abutted these dark and dangerous areas were dilgently warned by parents never to venture into the thick and often insurpassable terrain. Disappearances in the woods and swamps of the Bridgewater Triangle is an area of research I have only recently delved into…and I am shocked at what I am finding: Case after case of disappearances, most of them children, who disappeared right on or near their family homesteads. Most of these stories I have yet to fully investigate, so at this time I can’t report if these cases were ever solved, if the children were ever found. Other cases involve adults who went into missing in the woods and were found, but their memories of what happened are murky or non-existant. This story I am about to tell is one of the most interesting I came across in my research, the search for a lost boy in Rehoboth. So far only one other case that I have happened across can compare to its strangeness; that story involving a woman who disappeared in the woods of Abington.

“Young Aldie was asked if he had been afriad. He hadn’t been. He had just been picking flowers, he explained, and he could sell them….He was still trying to sell the shrubs and twigs for wihcih he started out on an expedition that brought about the greatest mobilization in searches in the State’s recent history.”

Safe with his parents, the boy reported remembering nothing. He didn’t seem to know where he was or that any time had gone by since he disappeared. Or what had made him scream so frightfully. All that the little boy remembered was that suddently he was compelled to leave his sister and go into the woods to pick some flowers. And that if he did that he could sell those flowers and could be rich. When he looked at his twigs, he still saw flowers. He never felt the cold, the rain, had no memory of seeing the C.C.C. workers bonfire which had been going all night…in a swamp that is only known today for one thing: The home of Anawan Rock.