The Pukwudgie

Episode 11: The Pukwudgie

In the shadowed folds of Hockomock Swamp, where the mist clings like a shroud to the twisted roots of ancient cedars and the water whispers secrets in languages long forgotten, the Pukwudgie waits.

Not as a mere legend etched in Wampanoag fireside tales, but as something older, hungrier—a remnant of the world before roads scarred the earth and streetlights banished the dark. 

The air there grows thick at twilight, heavy with the scent of decaying leaves and something sweeter, almost floral, that lures the unwary deeper into the labyrinth of reeds and black water. 

Locals in the Bridgewater Triangle know better than to venture alone after dusk. They speak of the small ones in hushed tones, calling them by the name the Wampanoag gave them: Pukwudgie, the little wild men of the woods who vanish.

Sources

https://fairiesofnewengland.com/2023/11/30/problem-with-the-massachusetts-pukwudgies/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bridgewater_Triangle

https://beliefhole.com/pukwudgies-myth-or-monster-bridgewater-triangle/

http://newenglandfolklore.blogspot.com/2023/04/a-pukwudgie-sighting-in-massachusetts.html

http://www.native-languages.org/pukwudgie.htm

https://allthatsinteresting.com/pukwudgie

https://strangeandtwisted.com/blogs/stories/the-pukwudgie-massachusetts-terrifying-forest-spirit-that-haunts-the-bridgewater-triangle