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It moves silently through the trees, with nothing but a faint odor of acrid burning making the visitor aware of its chilling presence.

Kids are aware, they haven't seen it proper, but rumor has spread; it has rules.


Put together a nice little tribute and set it on your head.

Walk through the woods at night, eyes forward, with only a candle, until you are just a little bit lost. Don't look up.

There it is, the smell.

When it happens, you shouldn't feel it, but if you do, don't look up.

If your offering was pleasing, a wealth of sweets now adorn your dome. Rejoice.

You will find yourself back on the path swiftly, soon to enjoy your reward.Just to be safe, don't look up.

The beast is known to relish among other things; cuff links, watches, flasks, all manner of easy to carry valuables, cute effigies of some specific animals (deceptively risky option) and your dad's best tobacco.  

If you offend it with an ill-chosen gift, angry huffing will disturb the quiet above, make a hasty retreat, it won't pursue, but no sweets for you.

If you look up... well... 

The beast might cut you in if you don't tell the other kids. 

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