🎃 Join me — if you dare — on a nature hike deep in the forests of Vermont.

There’s a stretch of wilderness in the southwestern corner of the state where the trees grow close, the air hangs still, and the quiet feels heavier than it should. Hikers talk about a strange hush that settles over the land — a silence that doesn’t sound natural, a stillness that makes you stop walking and listen without knowing why.

This is Glastenbury Mountain, the heart of what people now call the Bennington Triangle.

🌲 A Campfire in the Dark

Picture our campfire: a bright circle of light in the darkness, twigs snapping as they burn. Someone from our group steps away — just for a moment. Maybe to grab something from the tent or pick up a sweater. Nights get cold in these woods.

But they never return.

Vanished. Gone in the blink of an eye.

It sounds impossible… until you learn that five people have walked into these woods and never come back out. Only one was ever found — and her remains had been lying out there for months before surfacing.

👣 The Vanishings

Middie Rivers — 1945

An experienced woodsman leading a hunting party along a familiar trail. He walked a short distance ahead to scout the path, rounded a curve, and simply never returned.

Search teams combed the area for days. No footprints.or  broken brush. No sign of an animal attack. Nothing. It was as if the forest opened up and took him.

One moment he was there. The next, he wasn’t.

Paula Welden — 1946

A 19‑year‑old college student who went for a hike on the Long Trail. She was seen heading toward the woods… and then never again. Despite weeks of searching, no trace was ever found.

James Tedford — 1949

A veteran traveling by bus through the area. Passengers saw him sitting in his seat as the bus approached Bennington — but when it arrived, he was gone. His belongings were still there. His seat was undisturbed. He had vanished from a moving bus.

Paul Jepson — 1950

Only eight years old. His mother left him in the family truck for about half an hour. When she returned, Paul was gone. Bloodhounds tracked his scent to a nearby road, where it simply ended. He was never found.

Frieda Langer — 1950

An experienced hiker and the only one ever recovered. She slipped into a brook and went to change her clothes. She never came back. Months later her body was discovered — but no cause of death could be determined.

Five disappearances. Five unsolved cases. One small region.

🌫️ A Mountain the Abenaki Would Not Enter

The Abenaki knew better than to trust Glastenbury. Hunting parties steered clear of its woods, no villages ever took root on its slopes, and travelers passed through without stopping. In their stories, the mountain was a place that swallowed people whole.

🎃 Why the Bennington Triangle Haunts Us

The Bennington Triangle is spooky not because of ghosts, but because of the feeling it gives you. It’s the kind of place where the forest seems to close in, where the trail feels longer than it should, and where the silence makes you wonder what’s listening.

It’s New England at its most mysterious.

So I ask you again…

Will you join me in the Bennington Triangle?