It’s a strange and eerie place, the swamp. From the fog rolling over the waters, the songs of the birds and the bugs, the plants that look like they move just out of the corner of your eye to the stillness that falls at night.
Easy to get lost in there. Many folks go in and never come out. No wonder they say it’s haunted. They say if you listen close, you can hear the low lament of those you who never returned. Some say you can see the glow of their ghosts hovering over the water. Maybe its just swamp gas, maybe it’s just fireflies glowing in the mist.