Swamp Tales - Horrors from the Hockomock Swamp and the Cape Cod Marshes

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My new book, just published, is Swamp Tales. Macabre stories from the Hockomock Swamp in the Bridgewater Triangle and in the Marshes of Cape Cod. The yarns are narrated by a 15 year old boy who lived near 'The High Tees' in the 1960s.

This book makes no attempt at a reality claim for the Hockomock Horrors, but simply aims to scare you into NEVER entering the eerie Bridgewater Triangle in Southeastern Massaxhusetts; or that little island called Cape Cod.  

The book is available in the Kindle Store as a 99 cent download.

Here's a sample from the opening pages.....

  The greatest boxing match ever, was not contested in a slick Las Vegas fight room with glitzy ringsiders paying $2500 a seat; but in a back alley, most likely in a rust belt city, by two unknown combatants - probably with no onlookers.

The most skilled baseball player? He was surely a farm boy in Texas who never traveled more than a hundred miles from his home, but could 'chunk' a fist sized rock 61 feet through the air and knock a fly off a frog's tongue.

So too with stories of the paranormal - Ghost stories, Vampire Tales, and Werewolf Wanderings. The best of these never come from Hollywood or from television.

The ultimate yarns come from close to the ground. From trailside cooking fires and bunkroll musings; the scariest narratives are born.

Are they real? If I tell you that the haunting of the old Josiah Spant mansion on Cape Cod, is nothing more than wind rustling through the cracks in the ancient attic walls; I will ruin a good ghost tale for you as well as damage the livelihood of those who make a living from such places.

I will only repeat again, that the eeriest yarns are the ones that emanate from the source. When the tales being told, are being iterated in one of the most haunted places in the world, the stories get even icier.

Such is the case with the offerings in this short book. It takes place mostly in the Hockomock Swamp, which is a spooky place that lies within the even scarier, Bridgewater Triangle.

The Bridgewater Triangle is a focus point of some 200 square miles in Southeastern Massachusetts about half way between Boston and Providence, where thousands of unexplained happenings have mystified residents and researchers for hundreds of years.

The areas of strange activity are centered around the towns of Raynham and Bridgewater, but many weird tales also come from the whole area, stretching down even to the island/peninsula of Cape Cod.

In one of the most credible UFO sightings ever, two respected TV journalists reported seeing a large spacecraft over the Raynham Dog Track.

Bigfoot, Middlefoot and even Littlefoot sightings are as common as Little League baseball fields, in the towns of The Bridgewater Triangle.

Cannibalistic monster dogs with glowing red eyes, and sharp,long fangs have been spotted dining on local farmers' stock. A 40 ton rock, unearthed at low tide in a salty river turned out to be the prehistoric equivalent of a graffiti wall. Thousands of ancient scrawlings on it, of undetermined meanings have boggled the brains of men and women of science for over a hundred years.

One man was walking his dog on a midnight trek when he met a squat, hairy swamp creature (perhaps a Puckwudgie) who spoke to him; begging him to 'come here'. The gentleman refused the chance of chatting with the pleading bushy being, and in so doing, probably saved his life - according to those who claim to know the power of such demons.

Ancient extinct dinosaurs with the ability of flight; (pterodactyls) reportedly still fly in the spirited air of the vast, uncharted Hockomock Swamp. The most reputable witness to such a featherless flyer, was a Norton Police Sergeant, who besieged with so many questions, eventually declined any further comment on the matter.

Serpents, or snakes, nearly as big around as telephone poles, are seen with some regularity. Ghostly lights sometimes illuminate whole sections of trees in the thick forests that surround tiny kettle ponds.

Spectral illuminations, on occasion, shine far above 'The High Tees' - a swath of land running from Boston to Providence, hosting the high tension wires of the Electric companies. There are those who say that this verdant strip is a superhighway for all manner of odd creatures traveling back and forth from Lizzie Borden's home in Fall River, to Boston and Providence.

You will not find stories such as those in this writing. Those tales are well documented in dozens of books and hundreds of articles written. The Swamp Tales in this work, come from four Counselors of a Summer Camp.

On a three day training mission before the official start of the season, they were seated around a smoky fire; doing what people have done ever since fire was first captured and corralled by a group of round stones: they shared stories.