Swamp Thing

October 1313, Diary of Semm Williams, last entry.
When I was young, my father always forbade me to walk near the hazy swamp.
I always thought that these were children's stories about ghosts, vampires, and cannibals.
My friend and I decided to walk through the hazy swamp and refute the rumors.
At night we stopped in an old hut, my brother went out to fetch water, but he didn’t come back, I’m scared.

This is a sharp monster, very maneuverable that loves hazy and swampy terrain and silence, only the toads croaking can lull him)
He becomes enraged when an intruder enters his territory…