I Swampdweller. I'm a huge fan and I wanted to share something that stuck with me for years.

My name is Harlow and I'm 18 years old. But this happened when I was 14. I was visiting my grandfather,

who owned about 20 acres of open field and woods.

That day, I was with my crush, Colton, and we decided to ride his four-wheeler out to his favorite fishing spot on the property.

At first, everything felt normal, but the moment we got there, I began to feel wrong.

The woods behind us were completely silent. There were no birds, no insects, nothing.

The only sound was the slow movement of the water nearby.

It was the kind of silence that makes your skin crawl.

Like the world is holding its breath, and that's when we heard it.

It was a scream, but not like anything I had ever

heard before. It sounded like a mountain lion, mixed with a fox, high-pitched and guttural

at the same time. It echoed through the trees, sharp enough to make my chest tighten.

Colton looked at me, fear written all over his face.

What the hell was that? he asked. I don't know, I said. I barely got the words out before we saw it.

Standing, just at the edge of the tree line, was something.

It was tall and unnaturally thin.

Its skin was pale as it had never seen sunlight.

Its face, or what should have been a face, was wrong.

Just two.

Jet-black, hollow pits for eyes, and a long, dark slit where its mouth should be.

For just a second, we were frozen. Then it moved. It lunged towards us with terrifying speed.

We didn't think we'd just reacted. We jumped on to the four-wheeler and took off,

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