The Witch of Death Swamp

Long devoid of any life, the gray and still waters of Death Swamp brood silently beneath a sun dimmed by greenish fogs, and shadowed by tall, dead pitch-pines and oaks. No birds, fishes, frogs, or insects remain. And no foot of man has trod there for many years. It is the year 1750, in Upstate New York, and from that swamp has emerged a monstrous evil. How many will die before it is finally stopped?