Story 1 The Secret of Skape or Swamp

In an isolated rural corner of South Carolina,

there is an area of swamp land that has come to gain no small

amount of notoriety. Is this inhospitable region home to one of North America's most

infamous cryptids.

Join us as we delve into the secret of Skape or Swamp. I'm going to be. And the And then. On a cold midweek morning in February of 2008, Bob Rawson whispered goodbye to his sleeping wife,

Dixie, before slipping out of his front door to go to work.

It was still dark as he crossed the open ground between the farmhouse and the spot where the

family truck was parked.

But as he neared his vehicle, his hand ferreting in a cavernous jacket pocket for his keys,

he caught sight of something which caused him to take a sharp intake of breath.

The switchboard operator for the Lee County Sheriff's department had struggled to understand the content of the panicked phone call she had subsequently received from Mr Rawson.

He needed help urgently as a crime had been committed.

No, nobody had been hurt and no, he didn't know who was responsible,

but he and his family were not safe, and they needed police protection, immediately.

The two deputies who were dispatched to the Rawson Farmstead were intercepted by the homeowner well before they had

chance to turn off the main highway and onto the road leading up to his property.

Torches in hand, they had followed closely behind as he had half run to where his truck was

situated, gesticulating in an animated fashion at the front of the parked vehicle.

In the dim torchlight they could see that extensive damage had been caused to the vehicle's exterior,

but it was only when they looked more closely that they realized why Rawson was so agitated.

Parts of the front wheel arches on both sides of the truck had been twisted and bent outwards,

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