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Hockomock Swamp

“On still nights the evil glitter of fox fire or the demonic cackle of a barred owl sent chills up the spines of the early settlers. Hordes of crows rose each morning for the guts of the swamp to ravage farmers corn. And from time to time, young girls merrily picking blueberries along the fringes found themselves ‘drawn farther and farther along unfamiliar paths seduced by the increasing size of the berries until at last they were lost and claimed by the swamp forever."




Native Americans named the swamp “Hockomock” hundreds, perhaps thousands of years ago. Hockomock in the Algonquin word for “place where spirit’s dwell.” The Indians had tremendous respect and awe for the swamp and regarded it as a “magical” place. There being no swamps in England, the colonists had a different take on the swamp. They were terrified by it. The fear that Hockomock Swamp instilled in the colonists of the 1600s inspired the nicknames “The Devil’s Swamp” and “The Devil’s Bowl.”
Hockomock Swamp is known as the “heart of the triangle.” Many Bigfoot, Thunderbird and monster snake sightings and other creatures have been witnessed just outside of the swamp and many believe that these creatures live within it. Others consider these creatures “spirit entities” that seldom appear in our realm. People have reported seeing everything from a four-foot high panther with glowing red eyes to ghosts of Native American spirits. One of the local legends is of a turtle “as big as a Volkswagen beetle“. Hockomock Swamp, along with Freetown Forest was named one of the USA Today’s “Top Ten Great Haunts” in 2008. Freetown Forest is in Freetown, the southeastern apex of the triangle. It is place filled with negative--many even say evil--energy. The forest is most famous for its murders--especially those of committed by satanic cults. To this day satanic activity is taking place in the forest and it is not uncommon to see the “hooded people” practicing rituals there. Hockomock Swamp is also a place where satanic activity is said to occur and every once in awhile, you will come across a tree in the swamp with strange markings. Voodoo is also practiced in the swamp. The word “Hockomock” is Algonquin for “place where spirits dwell.” The colonists called it “Devil’s Swamp,” no doubt because they feared the unknown terrain of the New England swamps. These thick, seemingly unsurpassable wetlands filled with wolves ready to attack, quicksand, and the sounds of nocturnal animals screeching in the darkness had the colonists scared out of their minds. One of the first recorded order of business for Bridgewater in 1659 was to order wolf traps to place around the swamp. Legend has it that more than a few colonists who entered the swamp, became disorientated and never came out. Many people have reported getting lost in the swamp, even those who are familiar with the terrain. Just two years ago two seasoned hunters suddenly became disorientated and lost their way. The two men had a terrifying ordeal being lost in the once familiar swamp for hours before being found. 
Six Bridgewater Triangle towns spanning two counties--Plymouth and Bristol--get to lay claim to Hockomock Swamp: Easton, Raynham, Taunton, Bridgewater, Norton and West Bridgewater.  Nearly 5,000 of its16,900 acres (nearly 27-square miles) are managed by the Hockomock Swamp Wildlife Management Area. At its heart, the swamp is a dense tangle of briar and trees, quicksand and mud, a vast no man’s land, with many parts—no doubt—having never been encroached upon by human feet. “Ice that forms through the winter months in some areas of the swamp is insulated and shaded from the warming, spring sun. Gradually, during early summer, it melts, and the resulting cooler temperatures offer refuge for sub-arctic plants and animals not indigenous to this area.” In sharp contrast, the past 50 years have seen major commercial development to the outer borders of Hockomock Swamp and swathes have been cut through the swamp to create highways such as Routes 24 and 495.

The Hock is host to animals not indigenous to southern Massachusetts, such as Cow Moose, black bears, Africal Sevrel and mountain lions. The tales of animals not indigenous to the area--yet have appeared here—are not told as loudly as the tales of animals not indigenous to this world,, for many believe that Hockomock Swamp is home base for a host of fortean creatures including giant pterodactyl-looking Thunderbirds, Bigfoot, anaconda-sized snakes, and giant monster black dogs.

Many people who have explored The Hock have reported abrupt feelings of terror and dread, coupled with the distinct feeling of being watched. Disorientation and losing track of time is another not so uncommon occurrence. Satanic cults, priests and priestesses of voodoo, and brothers and sisters of witchcraft are rumored to use parts of the swamp for ritualistic sacrifices and as places of worship. People who live on its fringes certainly have seen and heard it all, from strange human-like screams bellowing from the depths of the swamp, to reports poltergeist activity in their very homes. Some report the frequent appearance of “spooklights” lights hovering above the trees and larger, stranger lights coming from the area of the swamp.

This is what one Bridgewater Triangle resident had to say about growing up on the fringes of Hockomock Swamp: "The neighborhood kids often talked about feeling watched in the swamp, and hearing something bulling through the forest, knocking down trees. We'd also heard of people actually hearing loud, bloodcurdling screams. It wasn't until I was maybe ten or eleven that some friends and I experienced these things for ourselves...along with a whole slew of other phenomenon: disembodied voices, trees being "thrown" at us while deep in the woods, what looked like large human footprints in the corn fields, ghostly forms, strange lights, a strange squeaking sound that seemed to be coming from a plastic toy (a Native American head), that seemed to respond to questions and things we were saying), cult activity, you name it."


Others have reported experiences have the strange phenomenon of being out in the swamp in the middle of the afternoon, only to have it inexplicably turn into night. Here is one of those reports: "It happened a couple of time. I'd be by myself in the swamp near the Prospect Hill Extension. Sundown during deer season is usually between 5 and 6 o'clock. I went to the deer stand and in the swamp it seemed to get dark like an hour before it should have. I'd walk back to the street and it would still be light out." He added: "I lived in that area for over 17 years. I grew up in the swamp exploring it every day. But I always got this weird feeling that I was being watched when I would be coming back from the deer stands after sundown."

Another man who grew up in the triangle area had this to report: "I am very familiar with the Hockomock Swamp. I used to live in West Bridgewater. I have been deep that swamp many times, hunting. I never saw or experienced anything unusual until one day, when I has camping with a buddy on the Town River. We noticed something weird was going on in the sky. There must have been at least 20 of these crazy-shaped aircraft with all kinds of crazy lights going overhead, just above the trees. They weren't high up at all. We couldn't figure out what they were. They were silent. No sound at all. And they were not normal aircraft. That's for sure."

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Hockomock Swamp


“On still nights the evil glitter of fox fire or the demonic cackle of a barred owl sent chills up the spines of the early settlers. Hordes of crows rose each morning for the guts of the swamp to ravage farmers corn. And from time to time, young girls merrily picking blueberries along the fringes found themselves ‘drawn farther and farther along unfamiliar paths seduced by the increasing size of the berries until at last they were lost and claimed by the swamp forever."



Native Americans named the swamp “Hockomock” hundreds, perhaps thousands of years ago. Hockomock in the Algonquin word for “place where spirit’s dwell.” The Indians had tremendous respect and awe for the swamp and regarded it as a “magical” place. There being no swamps in England, the colonists had a different take on the swamp. They were terrified by it. The fear that Hockomock Swamp instilled in the colonists of the 1600s inspired the nicknames “The Devil’s Swamp” and “The Devil’s Bowl.”
Hockomock Swamp is known as the “heart of the triangle.” Many Bigfoot, Thunderbird and monster snake sightings and other creatures have been witnessed just outside of the swamp and many believe that these creatures live within it. Others consider these creatures “spirit entities” that seldom appear in our realm. People have reported seeing everything from a four-foot high panther with glowing red eyes to ghosts of Native American spirits. One of the local legends is of a turtle “as big as a Volkswagen beetle“. Hockomock Swamp, along with Freetown Forest was named one of the USA Today’s “Top Ten Great Haunts” in 2008. Freetown Forest is in Freetown, the southeastern apex of the triangle. It is place filled with negative--many even say evil--energy. The forest is most famous for its murders--especially those of committed by satanic cults. To this day satanic activity is taking place in the forest and it is not uncommon to see the “hooded people” practicing rituals there. Hockomock Swamp is also a place where satanic activity is said to occur and every once in awhile, you will come across a tree in the swamp with strange markings. Voodoo is also practiced in the swamp. The word “Hockomock” is Algonquin for “place where spirits dwell.” The colonists called it “Devil’s Swamp,” no doubt because they feared the unknown terrain of the New England swamps. These thick, seemingly unsurpassable wetlands filled with wolves ready to attack, quicksand, and the sounds of nocturnal animals screeching in the darkness had the colonists scared out of their minds. One of the first recorded order of business for Bridgewater in 1659 was to order wolf traps to place around the swamp. Legend has it that more than a few colonists who entered the swamp, became disorientated and never came out. Many people have reported getting lost in the swamp, even those who are familiar with the terrain. Just two years ago two seasoned hunters suddenly became disorientated and lost their way. The two men had a terrifying ordeal being lost in the once familiar swamp for hours before being found. 






Six Bridgewater Triangle towns spanning two counties--Plymouth and Bristol--get to lay claim to Hockomock Swamp: Easton, Raynham, Taunton, Bridgewater, Norton and West Bridgewater.  Nearly 5,000 of its16,900 acres (nearly 27-square miles) are managed by the Hockomock Swamp Wildlife Management Area. At its heart, the swamp is a dense tangle of briar and trees, quicksand and mud, a vast no man’s land, with many parts—no doubt—having never been encroached upon by human feet. “Ice that forms through the winter months in some areas of the swamp is insulated and shaded from the warming, spring sun. Gradually, during early summer, it melts, and the resulting cooler temperatures offer refuge for sub-arctic plants and animals not indigenous to this area.” In sharp contrast, the past 50 years have seen major commercial development to the outer borders of Hockomock Swamp and swathes have been cut through the swamp to create highways such as Routes 24 and 495.

The Hock is host to animals not indigenous to southern Massachusetts, such as Cow Moose, black bears, Africal Sevrel and mountain lions. The tales of animals not indigenous to the area--yet have appeared here—are not told as loudly as the tales of animals not indigenous to this world,, for many believe that Hockomock Swamp is home base for a host of fortean creatures including giant pterodactyl-looking Thunderbirds, Bigfoot, anaconda-sized snakes, and giant monster black dogs.

Many people who have explored The Hock have reported abrupt feelings of terror and dread, coupled with the distinct feeling of being watched. Disorientation and losing track of time is another not so uncommon occurrence. Satanic cults, priests and priestesses of voodoo, and brothers and sisters of witchcraft are rumored to use parts of the swamp for ritualistic sacrifices and as places of worship. People who live on its fringes certainly have seen and heard it all, from strange human-like screams bellowing from the depths of the swamp, to reports poltergeist activity in their very homes. Some report the frequent appearance of “spooklights” lights hovering above the trees and larger, stranger lights coming from the area of the swamp.

This is what one Bridgewater Triangle resident had to say about growing up on the fringes of Hockomock Swamp: "The neighborhood kids often talked about feeling watched in the swamp, and hearing something bulling through the forest, knocking down trees. We'd also heard of people actually hearing loud, bloodcurdling screams. It wasn't until I was maybe ten or eleven that some friends and I experienced these things for ourselves...along with a whole slew of other phenomenon: disembodied voices, trees being "thrown" at us while deep in the woods, what looked like large human footprints in the corn fields, ghostly forms, strange lights, a strange squeaking sound that seemed to be coming from a plastic toy (a Native American head), that seemed to respond to questions and things we were saying), cult activity, you name it."


Others have reported experiences have the strange phenomenon of being out in the swamp in the middle of the afternoon, only to have it inexplicably turn into night. Here is one of those reports: "It happened a couple of time. I'd be by myself in the swamp near the Prospect Hill Extension. Sundown during deer season is usually between 5 and 6 o'clock. I went to the deer stand and in the swamp it seemed to get dark like an hour before it should have. I'd walk back to the street and it would still be light out." He added: "I lived in that area for over 17 years. I grew up in the swamp exploring it every day. But I always got this weird feeling that I was being watched when I would be coming back from the deer stands after sundown."

Another man who grew up in the triangle area had this to report: "I am very familiar with the Hockomock Swamp. I used to live in West Bridgewater. I have been deep that swamp many times, hunting. I never saw or experienced anything unusual until one day, when I has camping with a buddy on the Town River. We noticed something weird was going on in the sky. There must have been at least 20 of these crazy-shaped aircraft with all kinds of crazy lights going overhead, just above the trees. They weren't high up at all. We couldn't figure out what they were. They were silent. No sound at all. And they were not normal aircraft. That's for sure."



 
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The Surpising Truth About Who First Carved Into "The Bridgewater Triangle Explorer's Tree:" An Interview With the Bridgewater Triangle's own, Horror Writer James Michael Rice



Early on in my exploration of the Bridgewater Triangle, I spent a lot of time with one Joseph DeAndrade, Bridgewater Triangle researcher and alleged Bridgewater Triangle Bigfoot witness. DeAndreade and I spent hours talking on the phone about his experiences hunting for Bigfoot and discussing our theories on this strange area where we live. We took many hikes through Hockomock Swamp. One day, he said he wanted to show me something very special: "The Bridgewater Triangle Explorer's Tree." The tree is located off the Elm Street Hockomock Swamp path and for all means, is hidden in the middle of nowhere.

It took us two trips back to the swamp to find it, but we did (with the help of a helpful young man who knew that area of the swamp like the back of his hand.) So there we were...at the tree. The over-sized Beech Tree was covered in carvings. The two most profound carving being "Welcome to the Triangle" and another, a very creepy looking carving that simply read "HIRE THE NIGHTMARES."




Joe had carved his name in years ago, so he took out his switchblade and passed it to me and I went to work carving my own name into the Explorer's Tree. Now I was immortalized! (Until the tree died, anyway. FLASH FORWARD SIX YEARS...
Now nothing that happens in the Bridgewater Triangle surprises me. The nature the beast of  the Bridgewater Triangle is simply this: "Expect the unexpected." A car collides with a cow on Route 105 in Middleboro,  and as the driver is trying to get her bearings, she hears "MOOOO!" from the backseat, the cow just sitting there, unscathed...yep, not surprised. A person is killed when they are struck by an owl in broad daylight? Mmmhmm. Baby seals swimming in the rivers of East Bridgewater and Middleboro. Not a problem. Five alligator sightings in the triangle in the span of four months? Totally acceptable. But whenever I was contacted by horror writer, James Michael Rice, author of such books as "Rebel Angels" and "A Tough Act To Follow" I simply didn't believe what he had to say.
There was no way this guy could be telling the truth. That he had seen my pictures of "The Bridgewater Triangle Tree" and he was the original carver. It was last February when I found this message in my facebook inbox:  "I don't know whether to laugh or cry. How on earth did you stumble upon that tree with "Hire the Nightmares" carved on it? I carved that and I think "Welcome to the Triangle" back in the late 80s/early 90s. My friends and I had our own paranormal investigation group when we were about twelve years-old (circa 1986). Most of us lived on Elm Street, therefore we called ourselves "The Nightmares."

Then this guy tells me that his experiences growing up on Elm Street helped shape him into becoming a writer. And that he has written three books that were all in part influenced by his childhood. I was in total disbelief for the first time. That this could be true...that this tree in the middle of nowhere which took much effort to find, just happened to be originally carved by this random guy facebooking me. And he happens to have written books that deal with Bridgewater Triangle themes such as hauntings, murders, suicide and mysterious disappearances. At first it was seemed too far fetched to believe. Then I remembered: it's the Bridgewater Triangle, the land of strange accidents and coincidences. I started to believe.


I recently interviewed James Michael Rice to dig a little deeper into what it was like to grow up on Elm Street, a fact that undoubtedly shaped him into becoming a horror writer he is today.

Q. What are some are some themes in your books that reflect themes of the Bridgewater Triangle?
A. Some of the darker themes include hauntings, murders, suicides, unexplained disappearances. A little bit of the history and lore of the swamp trickles into each book, however briefly, even if it is not the focus of the story. For example, when I was a kid, my friends and I found a lone stick poking up from the ice of a shallow pond on Elm Street. It looked like a skeletal hand, with gnarled fingers. I always thought that was creepy, and the image stuck with me. In "Rebel Angels", the killer hides his victims in a mysterious pool in the Hockomock. He hears voices coming from the pool, telling him he is doing God's work, and that It wants him to keep feeding It more souls. Later, in a novella titled "The Still", the reader gets to see what's beneath the surface of that pool, and it's definitely not God.

Q.  How many books have you written to date?
A. I've written four books to date and two screenplays. My first book was “Rebel Angels,” a story that came to me when I was twelve-years old and never left me. “Rebel Angels” is about a group of kids who unwittingly cross paths with a serial killer, and are then framed for murder the killer’s most recent victim. Hunted by the police, FBI, and the killer himself, the friends take refuge in a remote cabin in New Hampshire, where they must find a way to survive until they can clear their names of the crime. My second novel is called A Tough Act to Follow (soon to be released on Kindle). For this book, I took a step back from the horror genre, and wrote a coming-of-age story based in the fictional town of Rainbridge, Massachusetts. The story follows a group of friends as they move from junior high to high school, from high school to college and beyond, illustrating that strange mix of wide-eyed optimism and hopeless uncertainty we all face during the transition from childhood to adulthood.


The third book is a collection of short stories called, “The Still.” Most of the stories were written when I was in sixth or seventh grade. In a way, each story connects to the other. It was not meant as a companion piece to "Rebel Angels," although it does connect to several of the characters.

Q. What was special about the woods you explored as a child?
A. To me, the woods of Hockomock Swamp were as deep and full of mystery as any jungle on earth. My brother and I spent most of our time exploring those woods, discovering little trails, hidden streams, and ferny groves; it was easy to think we were the first to ever lay eyes on these places.

Q. At what age did you first realize that you were living in an area where anything could happen? Did you experience anything “unexplainable” before you heard of the “Bridgewater Triangle,” or did you rather learn about the Bridgewater Triangle and then start investigating?
 A. The neighborhood kids often talked about feeling watched in the swamp, and hearing something bulling through the forest, knocking down trees. We'd also heard of people actually hearing loud, bloodcurdling screams. It wasn't until I was maybe ten or eleven that some friends and I experienced these things for ourselves...along with a whole slew of other phenomenon: disembodied voices, trees being "thrown" at us while deep in the woods, what looked like large human footprints in the corn fields, ghostly forms, strange lights, a strange squeaking sound that seemed to be coming from a plastic toy (a Native American head), that seemed to respond to questions and things we were saying), cult activity, you name it. This was a few years before PM Magazine aired an episode on something we'd never heard of..."The Bridgewater Triangle" on Halloween, featuring Loren Coleman. I still have an old copy of that episode somewhere

Q. That toy Indian head sounds interesting, please tell me more about that.
A. I don't know where the Indian head toy came from; probably something my dad, an avid collector of anything antique, picked up from a yard sale at some point. My friend and I were in my basement when we heard the sound. I cannot remember what type of questions we asked it (I'm guessing I was only ten or eleven at the time), but it was probably something along the lines of "Is there someone here with us?" and the squeaking would intensify. We didn't know it was coming from the toy at first. When we traced the sound to the toy, we thought maybe there was a mouse inside of it, because the head was hollow and stuffed with old newspaper. We took the newspaper out and it was empty. Then it squeaked! We both freaked out and tossed it out the window, into my backyard. It was quiet for a little while but then the sound came again, so we picked it up and hurled it into the woods behind my house. The was the last I ever saw of it. But the story doesn't end there. I didn't find out this next part until this past summer. My older brother and I were talking about some bizarre things that happened to us during our childhood, and he mentioned a séance he'd had with some friends when he was a teenager. I vaguely remembered coming home with my parents, who were alarmed to find the house empty, with all the lights on and the doors all left open, with no sign of my brother. Well, here's the part I didn't know: While having a séance with a Ouija board, my brother and his friends began hearing a loud squeak that responded to their questions. It scared them so much that they all took of running! My brother never knew about the Indian head and my similar experience with the squeaking sound, so we both just looked at each other, same to say: "Yes, that's Elm Street, all right!"

Q. Tell me about the “The Nightmares.”
A. "The Nightmares" is a reference to "A Nightmare on Elm Street," which was released around that time. My friends and I called ourselves "The Nightmares" because we were really into all the unexplained, scary things the swamp had to offer. At the time we carved that tree, I believe it was a blank slate, no other carvings on it whatsoever. I think we were just bored one day, and decided to go wandering. We carved "Welcome to the Triangle", and "Hire the Nightmares", and a few other things. We were probably thirteen or fourteen at the time, and I guess some part of us hoped someone would call us if he or she experienced something unexplainable, so we could go in and investigate it. So many people have written about the swamp, but many of those authors, talented as they may be, have never even "experienced" the swamp. Well, my childhood was filled with experiences, and I guess that's why we wanted to leave our mark there, to let others know they were not alone.

Q. At what age did you start writing and were they all horror stories?
A. I owe my love of writing to comic books, the old Marvel and DC stories. I started writing and drawing comic books when I was in fourth grade, and once I read some Stephen King short stories, that sealed the deal for me. Besides horror, I dabbled in action, thrillers, sci-fi, drama, etc.

Q. Tell me about some of the strange things you saw and found as a child living on one the most infamous streets in the Bridgewater Triangle.
A. Some of the more memorable things I experienced include: a man in a full ninja costume out in the swamp, the gathering of a cult in the blueberry fields one Halloween (we found a burnt cross and other evidence the following day), shrill screams coming from the swamp, ghost lights, unexplained voices, a nebulous glowing shape that seemed to gather energy enough to take a human-like form before it eventually winked out. The list goes on and on.

Q. Tell me about the screenplay you wrote about the swamp.
A. "The Curse of the Hockomock Swamp" is the story of a man named Jesse who receives a call from an old friend who still lives in Bridgewater. One of their childhood friends has gone missing (we later learn this is the second of their friends to have gone missing in the swamp) and the man reluctantly returns to Bridgewater to help find him. Once there, he visits with his old "friend" Doctor Harrington, a psychiatrist who operates the local asylum. While talking to his former psychiatrist, the man recalls the traumatic events of his past...growing up in Bridgewater, run-ins with local bullies, and more importantly, the discovery of an ancient tomb in the swamp, which contained strange pictographs and a single skull placed atop a stone alter. Well, one of Jesse's friends stole the skull, thinking it might be valuable, and as soon as they exit the swamp, it unleashes a terrible curse that takes possession of their friend... and eventually the entire neighborhood. I don't want to give away too much of the story, but the boys ultimately realize they must bring the skull back to its proper resting place... but the skull doesn't want to go back. Think "Excorcist" meets "Stand By Me."

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