Paranormal in behaviour …
Jason from Paranormalknowledge.com has inspired me to write about my (somewhat) paranormal experience.
Some years ago, I had a job briefly as a teacher’s aid for at-risk teens. Getting them to begin and then finish anything was really challenging, so I decided it would be fun to offer field-trips for those who qualify to the places outlined in the book Haunted Newengland.
Over time, we hit a few places and had alot of fun, but one place in particular was really interesting.
We took the class to Anawan Rock, a place frequented and commented on several times a year. Taken from the historical site:
Location: Winthrop Street (Route 44) about 1 1/2 miles east of Anawan Street (Route 118).
History: Captain Benjamin Church captured Chief Anawan, a Wampanoag sachem and advisor to King Philip, at Anawan Rock in August 1676. This action ended the King Philip’s War in southeastern Massachusetts. Anawan, along with his remaining warriors, fled to this location at the edge of Squanakonk Swamp to hide from the English troops that were searching the woods of southeastern Massachusetts for any remaining Indian resistance.
Church, a famous Indian fighter, received word from an Indian informant that Anawan was hiding in the north end of Squanakonk Swamp. After a difficult march to the site (Route 44 did not exist at the time), Church and his company surprised Anawan, who surrendered without a fight.
Anawan was taken to Plymouth. Despite the protest of Captain Church, who had given Anawan a promise of safe conduct at his surrender, the authorities there beheaded him.
We did our own evaluation of where this supposedly took place, and decided it would be more interesting to go directly across the street and into the woods a ways to see what we could find.
I was nauseous.
A student became nauseous.
We didnt find it peaceful at all where others claimed “it was a nice peaceful place to be”. The students who were usually taking pictures and enthused about a haunted-history excursion all wanted to leave.
One claimed he was “freaked” and wanted to go. No other excuses.
After looking around a bit, one student asked, “what are all these rocks in piles all over the place?” .
We all looked down (it was Fall, so the leaves made the piles less obvious at first) and noticed as far as our eyes could tell, these “rock piles” were everywhere. In circles. Dozens.
It occured to the teacher we were with that the rock piles possibly could be “markers” for graves or something other.
Regardless of what they were marking, it was highly unusual for the class to want to get back to *school* while on a fieldtrip they were originally excited to go.
note:
sorry it took so long to make this post. I actually started it weeks ago when in the process of searching out a nice “history” description, I must of happened on an infected site because my PC required help after that.
