It is night. The moon is out. You begin to follow the slow, silty creek that runs through your neighborhood. The air is humid and a dense fog fills the air. Spanish moss hangs from the trees and fireflies illuminate off in the distance. Or are those eyes that are glowing? Watching you... The mud begins to suck at your shoes and creatures splash into the stagnant water as you continue deeper into the woods. You hear a howl. Could this be Swamppenwolf legends tell about? Wait, what is a Swamppenwolf?! Listen and find out!
