Troll-bound

A young woman finds a wounded man in the woods. She brings him home to care for his injuries, but there's something strange about him. Something that makes her hesitate to call for help, and instead she decides to keep him a secret.

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Who is to say that there's not some truth in the stories our grandparents told us. Stories that have stood the test of time and survived generations. Perhaps there once was a folk that shared the forests with us, with tails and pointy ears.
With time these creatures that our ancestors believed in, might eventually have deemed us unworthy of their presence, as we lost our respect and connection with nature, they too lost their respect for us.
In every child born with a pointy ear, there might have been a changeling somewhere down their family line.
Or perhaps it's just that, stories, nonetheless, life is much more entertaining when you walk the woods looking for fairies. If you believe just enough, you might catch sight of something, a tiny movement in the corner of your eyes, a sudden sigh behind a mossy stone, something just enough, that gives you hope, that you don't walk these woods alone.