My name is Jimmy Catchet and my grandpa passed away a few nights ago. The night before he passed away he told me an old campfire story. Here's a little how it goes. He called the story the Woodsman. An old man named Montel Erkwood. Ole' Montel lived alone in the woods with his wife and they were very happy together. Every one said that nothing could seperate them, not even death. One day Montel's wife went out to collect some groceries from the nearby town. She said she would be back in a little bit and the Montel shouldn't worry. But Montel did worry, he worried for the next 3 hours on the porch. Montel had. enough
"Where the Jenkins is that woman!" Montel exclaimed. He went after her. He followed the trail his wife should had taken if she went to town until he found a torn piece of her dress on a branch goin' off into an old dirt trail. He finally came across a cabin that looked more abandoned than inhabited. But even if it had been rotting he saw a light in the shattered window. He prepared for the worst, but when he broke down the door he found his wife kissin' a young man that looked as though he couldn't be older than 30. In a rage he grabbed a broken chair leg and beat the lovers to death. He stormed out of the cabin only to cross paths with a grizzly bear. Feeling very confident he ran at the bear. with one strike of the bears paw he fell to the ground, hitting his head on a rock. A pool of blood grew under the moonlit area.They say he wonders around the woods, looking for the two lovers, and the bear that killed him. The next day ,the story's over, my grandfather died, as if he had been condemmed to death as soon as he told me the story of Montel Erkwood. I went outside because I couldn't sleep that night. I heard the bushes rustle. I looked around, but no one was there. I walked a little faster, a little fear in me. I heard the rustling again, right behind me. I ran as fast as I could, hoping to out run the thing. but it seemed to run the same speed that I would, no matter how fast I ran. I looked over my shoulder, but still nothing. Except a stick dragging along the ground. I stopped, it stopped. Then I saw that my shoelace had caught around the stick. I gave a hearty laugh, seening my great foolishness. But when I turned to go back home a dark faced figure, with what looked like a club, stood there. He was standing over the body of a dead bear.
