The winds on Glastenbury Mountain, in southern Vermont, are wild and ever-changing. It is a strange and primal place, shunned by Native Americans and steeped in centuries of myth and legend. It is said that HP Lovecraft drew inspiration from the mountain for his novella, Whisperer in the Darkness. When you consider the bizarre history surrounding it, it’s easy to see why.
Comprising approximately thirty-six square miles, loosely bordered by the towns of Bennington, Woodford, Shaftsbury, and the ghost towns of Glastenbury and Somerset, is an area author Joseph Citro coined as The Bennington Triangle. The phenomena documented there include the Bennington Monster, a Sasquatch-like creature famously reported to have attacked a covered wagon full of settlers in the early 1800s. Strange, colored lights, not unlike the Brown Mountain lights, have been sighted dancing on the mountain for centuries. The wilderness has also been the site of several violent and bizarre unsolved murders. Then there is the Algonquin legend of a man-eating stone that travels around the mountain, swallowing travelers unfortunate enough to step on it. This ancient legend is particularly disturbing in the context of the Triangle’s most perplexing and well-documented mystery: its rash of unexplained disappearances.
Glastenbury circa 1899
Vanishings are not new to the region; dozens have been reported, dating back to the founding of Glastenbury and Somerset in the mid-1700s. However, it is a series of baffling incidents occurring between 1945 and 1950 that galvanized the legend and perpetuated the region’s dark history. Central to these disappearances is the Long Trail, a 273-mile-long hiking trail that stretches from Massachusetts all the way to Canada. The trail crosses along the ridgeline of the Green Mountains and through the center of the Glastenbury Wilderness.
Middie Rivers was the first of the five, vanishing on November 12, 1945. Rivers was a 74-year-old woodsman and hunting guide intimately familiar with the area. He was leading a small party on the Long Trail, near Route 9, and had gotten ahead of the party by a few hundred feet. Members of the party speculated that Rivers intended to reach camp a few minutes early so he could get a fire going. When the hunters arrived at the camp, Rivers was not there. They backtracked the trail but found no sign of him. Later, a search party with bloodhounds would discover a single rifle cartridge from Middie’s gun near a stream, just off the trail. Continued searches turned up nothing more.
Eighteen-year-old Paula Weldon’s disappearance on December 1, 1946, was the most widely publicized and arguably the most impactful. Weldon, a sophomore at Bennington, finished her shift in the college cafeteria and decided to take a long walk to clear her mind. Her roommate stated that Paula changed clothes, notably into a light jacket, bright red in color. Her attire was considered appropriate for the daytime temperature but was entirely insufficient for the frigid cold expected after dark. Through the testimony of several witnesses, it was determined that she hitchhiked to Route 9 near the Long Trail access, not far from where Rivers vanished. A couple walking the trail reported an encounter with Weldon, citing her bright red jacket. They claimed to have spoken with her briefly before she continued down the trail and around a bend. When the couple reached the bend, only a few moments later, Weldon was gone. Despite one of the largest manhunts to date, no trace of Paula was ever found. Paula’s father, a man of some influence, complained that the search effort was flawed and rife with mistakes. His efforts, in part, led to the Vermont State Legislature creating the Vermont State Police a few months later.
Paula Weldon
Easily the most inexplicable disappearance was that of James Tedford, occurring three years to the day of Paula Weldon, on December 1, 1949. Tedford’s wife had vanished mysteriously a few years previously, leaving all of her possessions in their home. While some claim she left him for another man, Tedford rejected that theory. He was profoundly upset by her disappearance and moved into the Soldiers’ Home in Bennington. Late in the afternoon of December 1, Tedford was riding the bus back from St. Albans to Bennington. The bus driver, as well as every passenger, testified that Tedford was present on the bus after its last stop before Bennington. However, when the bus arrived in Bennington, Tedford had mysteriously vanished. Chillingly, his luggage was still stowed in the overhead rack and his bus schedule was open on his seat.
The youngest victim was eight-year-old Paul Jepson. On October 12, 1950, Jepson’s mother left him unattended in her truck while she tended to some pigs. When she returned an hour later, the boy was gone. A search party with bloodhounds traced the boy to the highway, not far from where Paula Weldon accessed the Long Trail before she vanished. The boy’s father said Paul had been fascinated with the mountains and had talked about going there. Contemporary news accounts suggested several theories, including abduction or even a darker theory that he was murdered by his parents. However, he was never seen again.
Frieda Langer’s case is unique in that she is the only one whose body was recovered, though under strange circumstances. On October 28, 1950, Frieda and her cousin left their campsite on Somerset Reservoir for a short hike. Not far from camp, Frieda slipped and fell in a stream, drenching her clothes. As they had only just left camp, she told her cousin to wait while she went back to change. After an hour, when Frieda hadn’t come back, her cousin returned to look for her. No one in the camp had seen Frieda. A massive search effort was mobilized, ironically organized by the State Police, newly created in response to the Weldon case. Helicopters, bloodhounds, and hundreds of volunteers scoured the area with no success. Six months later, a pair of hunters discovered her badly decomposed body in a field near Somerset Reservoir. Strangely, it was not far from her original campsite and was in an area that was extensively searched during the rescue operation. No cause of death could be determined.
Frieda Langer
Of the many theories, some suggest the possible operations of a serial killer. While there are certainly intriguing similarities—such as the incidents occurring around the same time of day and within the months of October and December, with two occurring on December 1—the victims themselves appear random. Others point to wilder conclusions, such as the Bennington Monster or the strange lights that dance on the mountain. Or, perhaps, were they consumed by the man-eating stone of Algonquin lore? With more than seventy years between now and then, it is unlikely that a satisfactory answer will ever present itself. Interestingly, these disappearances share some similarities with other cases across the country, notably the National Park disappearances as documented in The Missing 411.
One contemporary account of weirdness in the Bennington Triangle comes from a hiker named Robert Singly. Singly was in the Bald Mountain area on a routine day hike. He had just finished his lunch and was heading back toward Glastenbury when a strange fog rolled in. He felt slightly disoriented but continued along the trail toward where he had parked his car. After traveling for several hours longer than it should have taken, Singly was completely lost despite following what he believed to be the Long Trail. Darkness came upon him, and he decided to stay put, taking shelter under a large elm tree. In the morning, he backtracked, thinking he had just gone too far. He found the trail completely unrecognizable from the night before, marked by things like fallen trees that he could not possibly have missed. After a mile, he saw a sign for the Goddard Shelter, one of the many rest stops on the Long Trail. He was miles away and on the opposite side of the mountain from where he parked his car.
Could Robert Singly simply have gotten lost? It’s possible. However, the Long Trail is the primary path through the area, and it would be hard, especially for an experienced hiker, to mistake it. Singly doesn’t give much credence to the myths or legends, but claims it was an extremely frightening and haunting experience. One thing is for certain: he can count himself lucky that he survived.
As the years pass, the mystery of the Bennington Triangle remains unsolved, and the ghosts of the Long Trail continue to whisper their secrets into the wild winds that blow through the Green Mountains. A warning for those who venture into that southern Vermont wilderness urging caution and respect for the unseen forces that still linger there.
Jason Roberts is a Seattle-based author noted for his acclaimed western horror series The Dead Wind Trilogy as well as other works of cosmic horror infused with historical fiction. His web-based series, Dark Distractions examines paranormal mysteries, unexplained phenomena, and all things strange.
