I don't usually write things like this, but I find it necessary.

You see, a few nights ago, this, but I find it necessary.

You see, a few nights ago, my friends and I went hiking deep in the woods.

We live in a small town in Norway. The summers are short there, so we try to profit as much as we can from them.

In our town, there is an old legend that if you go too deep in the woods, you might find

the monster of many skins. Growing up, our parents used it as a way to scare us from going too far

into the woods. The legend says that the monster of many skins eats the people who go too far

into the woods. As we got older though, we started to realize it was just a fable.

We grew out of it like most kids do.

Monsters don't exist, do they?

My small group of friends never stopped believing in that though.

Instead of staying out of the forest, we wanted to go deeper

and eventually find that monster. That's why we held parties in the woods to test our luck.

That particular day, we heard that some kids in our school had found the beast, but were lucky

enough to get away. I was always the skeptical one,

so I didn't quite believe their story, but my friends wanted to know the truth. That night,

we traveled deep into the woods. We packed a case of drinks and a notepad to log our encounter

and headed off. Leaving at sundown, we trekked into the woods.

We were quite deep in the woods when we found a small, run-down hunting cabin, and broke the

door open.

Moss was littering the outside, and I can say more than a few animals had made their home

inside.

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