Everyone knew about the creature living in the Bayou. But even the smallest town can only keep a secret for so long, so when the Sheriff finally made his way down to investigate, nobody was surprised.
They only ever saw him when a tourist went missing or a corpse was pulled out of the brackish water. He’d poke around, and a few reporters would trail after him. The coroner would make rule it a gator attack and everyone would go home.
You looked out for each other in a small town, even the local monster. It was a swamp thing.

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