A deceptively vibrant place during the day, where the water sparkles with every glint of sunlight and fish frolic beneath the lily-rimmed surface of the swamp; but after darkness falls the Marsh becomes a terrible place in which to lose one’s sense of direction. Dreary, full of melancholy cries and ghostly, flickering will-o’-wisps, this ancient stretch of land is said to be haunted by the spirits of two young brothers, who got lost here many seasons ago, and drowned together before they could be rescued. Their bones were never uncovered.