Some people say he's a myth, an urban legend made up story meant to scare people.

However, I've seen him.

I've seen what he's capable of.

I've seen how frightening he really is, and I never want to see him again.

I was around the age of 11.

I lived in the country with my mom, dad, and eight-year-old sister.

The entire town was surrounded by forests.

Not very many people lived in it.

It was a simple town.

No big business chains or anything like that.

All the shops were family-owned.

In fact, our family owned a small bakery that was actually the downstairs level of our

home.

My sister Abigail and I would always go to that tiny park by the edge of the woods to play

with the other children.

Ones that lived in that town.

They weren't very many, so we all knew each other.

Sometimes my sister would go to the park by herself while I did my homework.

One day she came into my room when I was working on some math problems.

Hey, she said to me excitedly.

I met someone new at the park.

He should come meet him.

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