Hey Swamp. I hope this letter finds you well. It's your friend from Washington again.

I can't thank you enough for reading my last letter. Seeing so many kind words of support

in their quest for an update mean more than you can imagine. It gave me the courage to

finally tell my wife everything. And while it was a difficult conversation, the relief

that came with it made me feel 20 years younger. I'm sorry I can't use real names, but

where the internet is concerned, there's really no such thing as to careful. Hopefully,

I can make it up to the swamp with some new information. The first thing you should

know is Amy resigned. I miss her, but I'm glad she's not in danger anymore. Do you remember

how worried I was at the end of my last letter? For those who don't know, she had recurring

nightmares, where she was reliving her encounter with the creature. At first it was the same,

but when the monster should have disappeared, it turned to face her. It even began walking

towards her, getting a little closer each night until it was only a few feet away. The nightmare

she had next was so bad, her wife told Rick to trash everything left in her locker because

she was not coming for it. There wasn't much there, just some pictures in a few basics,

but it felt wrong to throw them away. I drove to Amy's after work, expecting to leave her box

by the door, but when I got out of the car, her wife was waving to me. Thanks for going through

the trouble, can you stay for some coffee? She asked, already leading me inside. The nightmare

that finally made Amy quit gives me chills to write. This time, she was faced to face with the

creature. Its mouth inches from her own, and it began whistling a sad eerie tune she could not

identify. The sound made her feel safe and calm, but after waking, she realized it was more like

hypnosis. Is it an extension of the monster's abilities or the result of psychological trauma?

Yes, she said the eyes looked the same as what we saw on camera, but I had previously described

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