Hey there. I'm calling from Bishopville, and I need to tell you about something that happened to me back in the summer of '88. June 29th, to be exact. I was seventeen then, working the late shift at a fast food place, you know. So this was around two in the morning, maybe quarter past. I was driving home in my '76 Celica, taking Browntown Road like I always did. It runs right past Scape Ore Swamp, which is this low-lying wetland area with cypress trees and bamboo growing everywhere. Real thick, real dark.
I'm driving along and suddenly I hear this pop and the car starts pulling to the right. Flat tire. Just my luck, right? So I pull over to the side of the road, right there at the edge of the swamp. I get out and I'm standing there looking at this flat, and it's pitch black out. No streetlights, no moon that night. Just darkness and the sound of the swamp. I pop the trunk and get the spare out. I'm working on changing the tire, and I get this feeling. You know that feeling when someone's watching you? That's what it was. I kept looking over my shoulder into the trees, but I couldn't see anything. Just shadows.
I finish putting the spare on and I'm standing up, wiping my hands on my jeans. And that's when I hear it. Footsteps. Not walking, running. On the asphalt. Getting closer. Coming from the direction of the swamp. I turn around and I see this shape coming out of the darkness. At first I thought maybe it was a person, but as it got closer, I could see it wasn't. It was too tall, maybe seven feet. And it was moving wrong, kind of hunched over but still upright. Then it stepped into what little light there was from my headlights. I froze. I couldn't move. This thing, it had green skin, wet-looking and covered in scales like a reptile. The eyes were what got me though. They were red. Bright red, and they were staring right at me. scaled skin with red eyes is specific - Henry'
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