Psychic Medium Nicholas R. Grossmann and Hunter The Dog
Journalist, Explorer and Death Enthusiast
Ahhhh, the ’80s and ’90s. We had so much fun and got into lots of trouble playing outside. I’m no stranger to quicksand or the mud of a marsh. No terrain could stop me. I grew up out on the islands of Long Island Sound. If you’ve never been there, do yourself a favor and check them out. A realm awaits…bird sanctuaries and arrowheads from the Indigenous tribes who once used this water as a trail.
This terrain isn’t just leafy. What’s interesting about the makeup of a marsh or swamp is the mud. It’s made up of decaying plants and sea animals. Death is part of its terrain. No one thinks about the fact that when you’re exploring a marsh, your legs are being swallowed by dead things. Sink in now!
It has these giant rats. They’re huge. It’s a bit freaky knowing they swim in the same waters you wade or sunbathe in. Also, that morbid scent of the wetlands…freakish and eccentric. The terrain may be bizarre, but it’s also a kingdom of amphibious animals: turtles, water bugs, and so on. I’ve always sat at the edge of the ponds and imagined there was an actual kingdom rather than an ecosystem. The geese may look harmless, but they can karate chop your leg or arm and break it. They’re actually that strong and aggressive. Also, my favorite fishing partners aren’t people the cranes and blue herons make for the best pals to throw a hook and bobber out with. They always know where the best fishing spots are. Wink. Always respect the wetlands. Bring bug spray, too.
Mass.gov Respect the Swamp!
When organic matter (like dead plants and animals) decomposes in these conditions, bacteria and other microbes break it down. If you’re wondering what that horrible smell is..yes, it’s the smell of death. I don’t mean to screw up your appetite, but there’s something supernatural, spiritual, and paranormal about this. I’m not there yet, so please read on.
Native American tribes considered swamps and marshes a doorway to the underworld. Makes sense, since the mud is made of decomposition. Wherever there’s a lot of death, there are morbid energies..and where there are morbid energies, there are spirits. This is not only a breeding ground for insects, plants, and animals but also a seedbed for spirits. But how do they become part of this ecosystem? Metaphysically and theoretically speaking, because of the decomposition, it attracts lower spirits or more troubled souls..especially those stuck here on Earth. So supernaturally speaking, it’s part of the whole ecosystem. Biology meets the paranormal.
An elemental spirit’s playground. Energy flame balls of gas. Swamps absorb energy, making them ideal breeding grounds not just for algae and plants but for spirits. Think of the phenomenon of flame balls or explosions of swamp gas. That tells you right there it has the potential to house energy. Think about that for a moment..creating an ideal energy drink for ghosts and elementals.
On top of that, consider the saltwater and minerals in the water. Think of when you do certain rituals..you use crystals and stones in combination, and add certain types of incense. The wetland is filled with minerals. These minerals can have spiritual properties, just like your crystals. Certain combinations can have an impact. So if the Indigenous tribes were right about the swamps and marshes being underworld portals, then the above are scientific views mixed with metaphysics and biology. Look at the bigger picture. A marsh is a natural wonder of alchemy.
Speaking of rituals and magick/magic: a little-known haunt in Milford, Connecticut, lies in a forest surrounded by a marsh and lagoon. A Native American chief decapitated the heads of some settlers and put them on poles as a warning to the others, on a ledge of land off the marsh. Their tribal witch doctor or shaman put a spell on the land, making it very active.
All this swamp talk makes me think of “The Hock”—aka Hockomock Swamp in Bridgewater, Massachusetts. A jungle in the summertime, and in the fall, a psychedelic anomaly of autumn’s richest colors. We went in the fall, and the terrain was one of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever seen. Now, New England has some great foliage, but this was on another level. The place was so surreal, it may as well have had an intoxicating effect. It was a land filled with mystery and magick, as well as many cults who conduct pagan worship throughout the year.
I want to get into my journey into the Bridgewater Triangle. The Bridgewater Triangle is in Massachusetts. It’s a focal point of the third eye..miles and miles wide, a triangular perimeter where so much activity goes on. Here in Connecticut, we have Dudleytown. I often say that the Bridgewater Triangle is Massachusetts’ Dudleytown.
The swamp is lush with life forms..from algae to serpents to leeches and plant life, and also your typical black bears. But it’s also a world of morbidity, with matter breaking down from plants, animals, and fish. So it’s no wonder the Indigenous people thought of this as a doorway. A doorway from life to death. Let that sink in.
Peter Cerow, my partner at the time in Ghost Storm, and I decided to take a trip to Freetown after seeing a mind-blowing documentary on it. We didn’t camp, but stayed in a nice motel about 15 minutes away from the haunted forest called Freetown State Forest. I felt this strong urge to go because of a creature called the Pukwudgie. These are humanoid creatures that are like porcupine hybrids with cloaking abilities.
By Dan Chudzinski A Pukwudgie (This is what I saw but friendly with a smile).
We went into the forest one evening, and there’s a hotspot called The Ledge, which is a cliff. At the bottom of the cliff is a small pond. People often claim to get pushed off and fall to their deaths. Yes, there’s water, but from a height like that, the impact on the water is like hitting concrete. Some people, I’m sure, survive—others die or are injured. Survivors claim they were pushed off by an unseen force. This was about 11 years ago.
Anyway, we ventured into terrain so unlike what we have in Connecticut. It almost reminded me of Florida, with the plants, pines, and sand. Also very similar to the Pines in New Jersey, home of the Jersey Devil.
Back on track (ADHD again, lol). I stood on the cliff and asked to be pushed off. Not so smart. I used to be a provoker. I now realize how bad of an idea provoking is—especially when dealing with unseen forces that are more powerful, stronger, and super intelligent.
As I stood at The Ledge, it was getting dark. Nothing was happening. Peter said, “Check this out.” I went over and he showed me all these big beetles crawling around literally almost the size of a quarter. They looked aggressive. It was weird. I almost sensed anger in them. A rage. All of a sudden, something flew at my face. These beetles were kamikaze-ing us. The strange thing was—they disappeared after hitting us. Not exactly a swarm, but a hell of a lot of these bugs. Then they vanished.
Peter and I decided it was a good idea to leave, especially since we forgot bug spray. As we started walking away from the ledge, all of a sudden the bush next to me shook. I saw a Pukwudgie. When the bush shook, I turned my head and it grabbed my attention. For a split second, I saw one of these creatures..and it darted into the woods with lightning-fast speed. All of a sudden, rocks began being thrown at us. We couldn’t see what it was, but I snapped my digital camera, and each flash in the dark showed me hundreds of them. Like a strobe light. We ran, because rock throwing is my limit!
We got to the motel. It was a nice one—two beds and super clean. I was literally impressed. It was time to hit the hay. Peter was already passed out. I lay in my bed, fell asleep, and was awoken by a horn noise. I looked to my left, and I kid you not, a Pukwudgie about 4 feet tall had what looked to be a root from the forest, hollowed out. He blew it in my ear like a horn. Of course, I was startled, and it smiled and vanished. Peter woke up and asked, “What’s wrong?” I said, “Dude… you won’t believe what I just saw.”
This creature was not made of ectoplasm but instead flesh and blood like you and me. Yet it vanished into thin air. As a clairvoyant, I can tell you it’s impossible for a spirit to come at you in a fully physical, animal-like form. Spirits are always transparent..even the most visual ones in investigations have some form of translucent greyness. This was as real as you and me. It looked like a porcupine and a human, and it had an Indigenous vibe, like it belonged to a tribe.
That was the first experience.
We had a case in New Haven, Connecticut, about six years ago. This had nothing to do with the Pukwudgie, but instead a man who was cursed by a Santería high priestess. Let me say..this was the worst curse case I’ve done. The worst. We spent a great deal of time at the home trying to figure this thing out. I went into the bathroom and turned off the light. I do a thing called camera scrying. That’s when I go into a dark room with a mirror and, instead of a candle, use my camera flash. Very easy process.
Anyway, I go home and review the photos, and what do you know—what looks to be a Pukwudgie is right next to me in the photo. They followed me.
We also have them here in Connecticut at Downs Road in Hamden, so they say.
Very likely Pukwudgie. Taken from my Android so the quality isn’t the best as I was just messing around really. It looks like two.
Hockomock Swamp is another place of mystery. Everyone knows New England has the most breathtaking foliage in the autumn. I suggest going into the swamp during fall because it’s like a heaven of colors. The trails are also well maintained, which is always a plus. We went in there and heard Native American drums and war cries. We were not wanted there. We also saw three elderly ladies that were spirits with very bad energy.
We came back years later and went into the swamp in the spring. We saw a whirlpool in the swamp. I was fascinated. I spent about 40% of my life in the woods and in swamps catching snakes as a child and had never seen a whirlpool. I started walking the trail and almost stepped on a snake that looked like a copperhead. It was a baby, so hard to tell. We were not welcome there.
Historically the tribe waited in the swamp for the settlers to venture in and they would kill and hunt them. It’s a fact that there’s lots and I mean lots of dead bodies in the swamp. Good luck finding one though because this is centuries years old and in the mud.
My home will always be in the wilderness and I love ferns.
We returned to the motel, and again I turned off the lights to go to bed. I saw a Pukwudgie again but this time, though, in a shadow spirit form. It disappeared into the wall.
These creatures are real. Cryptids like Bigfoot—I’m a strong believer after what I just saw. I feel like these beings are flesh and blood but have abilities to cloak themselves or travel in astral form. Think about this for a moment… How many people a year disappear in the woods? Let that sink in.
And… speaking of Cryptids, let me introduce my friend Collin Haskins, aka the Godfather of Cryptozoology in Connecticut. He’s the first, the OG, and also a good friend. I had the pleasure of having him as a main guest at my Connecticut Cryptid and UFO Convention. I’ve also investigated with him a few epic times. He calls it field investigation. He specializes in Bigfoot but also Dogman. He lives in the northwestern part of CT—our wilderness, or should I say their wilderness.
Colin Haskins… The Man…The Myth..THE LEGEND!!
As a woodsman, I walk into forests with respect. If you respect the forest, it will welcome you into its home. The problem now is most people don’t, so there are consequences—Mother Nature-wise. This also brings me to why Sasquatch is appearing in places that aren’t just wilderness towns. Orange, CT, is one of them. I know a secret spot with a not-very-shy Squatch. I think Bigfoot is made to protect our forests. As much as we keep cutting down their home, we will see more Bigfoots.
Back to Haskins and his wife Elizabeth. One evening, we went over for dinner. Collin is a great cook. He made us this mouth-watering French chicken dish. We had a lot of fun that night. The following day we went exploring, and Collin brought me to a bog. A bog is basically a pond or lake with trees and plants that have overgrown it and float above the water. It can be dangerous. If you take a wrong step, you can fall into a weak spot and be pulled in—unless a cryptid pulls you in first! 😉
It was beautiful and lush. It had that lime green color, moss everywhere. Moss is really great because it filters water. Believe it or not, if you’re in a survival situation, just find moss and water dripping from it. Perfectly clean and filtered. We did an experiment that crossed biology with the paranormal. Collin is the biology guy, and I’m the ghost guy.
I also had the pleasure of interviewing Colin, so here it is—enjoy!
Interview with Colin Haskins
Me: Why are wetlands hot spots for cryptid animals?
Colin: Wetlands are important habitats for many prey animals, and they’re often protected and inaccessible to humans.
Me” Do you think Sasquatches are drawn to wetlands, and why?
Colin: Absolutely. Wetlands provide food, water, and shelter with minimal human interference.
Me: What is a Pukwudgie?
Colin: The Pukwudgie has its origins in Indigenous culture. They are described as appearing like upright hedgehogs with human characteristics. They can be mischievous or beneficial. Their range stretches from the Northeast to the Great Lakes. However, Hockomock Swamp seems to be a hotspot. They have supernatural abilities and can enter and deceive. When CCIS does an investigation into Pukwudgies, we always communicate our respect and intentions and offer items as gifts—like food and copper.
Me” Do you think it’s possible for some creatures to have a cloaking ability?
Colin: Yes. Based on witness accounts and behaviors, it seems likely. Some cryptids appear and vanish with no trace. There could be biological or dimensional factors at play.
Me: Do you think Litchfield is Connecticut’s hotspot for Bigfoots?
Colin: Yes. The northwest corner of Connecticut has the most Sasquatch sightings in the state. This has a lot to do with elevation, agriculture, and forested land.
Me: Why did you create CCIS?
Colin: CCIS was created because of all the odd things I would encounter in Connecticut forests. I would try to find more information, but there was only a little, and often mixed in with other states. So we set out to create an easily accessible hub for information specific to Connecticut cryptids. It has been quite successful.
Me: What are Dogmen or Dogman?
Colin: Dogman is essentially a werewolf that stays in canine form. The first reports were from Bray Road in Michigan. However, there are similar accounts dating back hundreds of years in France. Dogman is a very aggressive and dangerous cryptid. It has many unique behaviors—like tapping on windows to scare children and chasing cars.
Me: Tell me about your experience in the Connecticut bog in Litchfield.
Colin: The space bog on Mohawk Mountain in Litchfield is the only peat bog in Connecticut. The trees grow twisted and strange. There are glacial erratic boulders. CCIS conducts many investigations there. We’ve had responses to calls, taps, and howls. On the far end of the mountain is Dudleytown. The bog is unique and worth a visit for its beauty and thriving ecosystem. The entire mountain is “Squatchy” and a great place for an encounter.
Me: What do Dogmen eat?
Colin: Dogman is an apex predator and a canine. It is absolutely a carnivore. However, I wouldn’t be surprised if they occasionally ate grass, like dogs and cats will. There are many reports of conflicts between Sasquatch and Dogman. These two apex predators have similar dietary needs. While Dogman relates more to agriculture and farms, Sasquatch tends to stick to forests. Reports of battles between the two are usually one-sided, with Sasquatch as the victor. These are very gory scenes, with blood, bone, and flesh spread around a large area—most likely as a warning.
Thank you, Colin!
Free online photo of Dogman Illustration.
Colin took us into the bog, and I laid down my EMF meters and a few other devices. Each time he did a Squatch call, we heard, in the distance, an animal growl or yap back. One interesting thing happened that’s never happened to me before. I was hearing what I thought were coyotes in the distance, but it turned into what sounded like laughter—which was very weird. It could be pareidolia, but at this rate, I give everything open-minded after what I’ve seen in my 23 years of research and investigations.
The veil has lifted! Tons of people are getting supernatural experiences now. I’ve been saying and seeing it for years, and people thought I was crazy. In the ’90s, people were freaked out by this stuff and the paranormal. It wasn’t until shows on Travel Channel and Syfy came out and made people aware of the supernatural. I’ve seen Dogman for myself and believe I’ve captured footage.
The other thing is when we heard those animal noises in the distance, the EMF meter lit up. Now keep in mind—we are deep in a bog. There’s no logical reason to get that kind of reading. We also found what we think is a Pukwudgie kingdom. We have them in Connecticut, too. There’s an Indigenous name for them that translates in English to “Rock Throwers.” I have an ITC device called a Polterscript. This device is like an Ovilus on steroids, and it was popping up words that sounded like tribal terms. We gave the tribe offerings of chocolate, coffee, and chamomile as a peace offering.
Aside from paranormal and cryptozoology…
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Remember Hollywood? An OG Dogman would be Michael J. Fox—hahahaha! He was the coolest one. 😉
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