Barney

Somethin' ain't right in those woods. Talk 'round town was 'bout a village thief, what with things goin' missin.' The whole town used to tell tall tales 'bout devil's work bein' done in those woods, but I never paid no mind to it. A cripple like me's gone enough to worry about without all that malarkey. 'Cept, the talk these days has been worse than a bag of nails. A man died. I got a kid livin' with me who ain't right, and I hear the woods callin' me.