So our family went camping one night, or rather it was my aunt's family.

It wasn't so easy to get convenient tools and such back then, so nights arrived early and

were quite dark.

We ate dinner and stared at the stars, then we drank with some university students who

were in the next tent over for a while.

Then at some point my nephew, who was in the third grade at the time, said something.

The night grandpa is here.

He wasn't crying or laughing, although he did look a little sleepy, but he came over and

told us like he was simply mentioning that a neighbour had come over or something.

Thinking that someone from a nearby tent had come over, my aunt asked,

Where?

Over there!

My nephew pointed to some nearby bushes, and behind that was a large forest.

There was nobody there. There was nobody there.

There was nobody there.

No, that wasn't right.

As our eyes got used to the darkness, we saw something black.

What is that?

I asked my aunt's husband next to me. The university students also turned to look.

Everyone's eyes had adjusted to the darkness. What on earth was that? A bear? No, it was too skinny to be a bear,

and besides, it was muttering something.

And then, right in front of everyone, the figure disappeared. Almost like it melted, but more

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