yeah. i heard em. i heard em all. tales of the men. the appalachian huggin’ men. i hear about them long, strong arms with 7 fingers on each hand. i hear about them fur, like steel wool. i hear about them’s one eye, with 3 ghosty grey pupils, floatin around on the eye like bubbles on a pond
iss all true. i hear their woops and hollers through the night, like someone crushin’ a trumpet while some poor soul still playing it. every night, thems crashing through brush n’ tree to find some wayward hiker to hug. them’s muscles can squeeze a man like a boa constrictor on a good day. i go around the trails in the mornin, see some body popped open like a packet of chips, some bloody 7 toed footprints leadin’ away