The Night of the Howling Woodsman
The year was 1975, and 20-year-old Mike was backpacking through the remote mountains of West Virginia. He loved the solitude, the fresh air, the feeling of being completely off the grid. One evening, as the sun dipped behind the tree line, casting long, eerie shadows, he stumbled upon an abandoned cabin. Curiosity piqued, he decided to spend the night. Inside, the cabin was dusty and cobwebbed, but structurally sound. A creaky rocking chair sat in the corner, and a faded calendar on the wall displayed the year 1937. As Mike built a fire and settled in for the night, he felt an odd disquiet. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the occasional snap of a twig or the rustle of leaves. Just before sleep, Mike noticed something scrawled on the back of the calendar: "Beware the Old Man of the Woods." A shiver ran down his spine, but he dismissed it as someone's silly prank. He drifted off to sleep, his dreams filled with gnarled figures and watchful eyes. He woke up abrupt...