The campfire in the woods

The fire was burning. The forest leaves were dancing with the gentle touch of the wind. Everyone was excited and happy as they were taking their place around the campfire. All them kids loved the stories of that old man . All the kids liked and loved his stories and they couldn't wait for Friday night for his stories. I was wondering many times where does he gets all them stories. To be honest I would probably never find out the answer but in reality I was questioning myself do I really want to know ? There was something about that person. something strange and weird, maybe even sinister. He never comes in the town or go to shops everyone barely sees him. He just stays in his cabin in the woods. Alone. Who knows what he was actually doing there far away from everyone. The only time others were coming near his cabin was only in Friday night when he was making fire and kids was coming sitting around the fire and listening to his stories. I was one of them as well but I haven't been there for the past 2 years. I haven't been there since my brother disappeared in them woods. Everyone was telling that probably he got eaten by wild animals but deep inside me I knew that my brother disappearing had to do something with that man and his cabin in the woods. Now I'm finally not a small child and I'm ready to go and finally find out what's going on in them woods.