Death looks down on the swamp. He will be the observer, the referee. Tonight, in this corner we have the Creeper. His opponent is the legendary Wolf man. The fight will be to the death. Both have had many battles, all in their favor. But not tonight. They can not share the same hunting ground. The Wolfman has strength and a aggressive temper. The Creeper has reach, flexibility and a mouth big enough to take the wolfmans head off in one bite. This is the stuff nightmares are made of. Real and nocturnal, but never imaginary and diurnal. Battles like these are never seen by man or at least none that ever lived to tell about it. If you live near a swamp and hear loud growls and a ear piercing scream, a word of advice. Lock your doors, get the silver bullets for your gun and hope the Wolfman wins. Because if the creeper wins, nothing will help you.