Once upon a time, in a small, isolated village, there was an eight - feet - tall shadowy figure that lurked in the nearby forest. Every night, when the moon was full, it would emerge from the thick trees. Its eyes glowed like red embers. It would approach the village, making strange, guttural noises that sent shivers down the spines of the villagers. One brave villager decided to face it. Armed with just a torch and an old sword, he ventured into the forest. But as he got closer to the creature, he felt an overwhelming sense of dread and coldness. The eight - feet - tall horror seemed to be made of pure darkness, and it was as if it could sense his every move. Just as it was about to reach out its long, bony arms towards him, the villager fainted. When he woke up the next morning, he was back in the village, not sure if it was all a nightmare or if the eight - feet - tall horror still lurked in the forest waiting for its next victim.