On the river

 My friends and I go out into nature every summer. You know, go fishing, sit around a campfire, sing soulful songs with a guitar. Usually, our mutual friend finds a good place away from civilization every time, and we go there for a couple of days. The company, of course, is purely male. Last summer, we did not break the tradition and this time we went to the Chusovaya River.

After a while, after driving along bumpy roads for a considerable number of kilometers, we found ourselves on the spot. Our small group is located on a picturesque riverbank. While we were setting up tents, building a campfire and cooking dinner, the sun began to sink below the horizon. There were several hours left before dark, and I decided to walk along the riverbank, fishing.

It took about an hour, and there were already several groupers and porcupines in my cage. Being already at a decent distance from our camp, I went back. When we were about ten minutes away from our destination, I stopped when I saw the "object" on the other side of the river (the river was about twenty meters wide, and since it was nine o'clock in the evening, I could calmly contemplate what was happening on the other side). This "object" was looking for something in a thicket of bushes. At first it seemed to me that this was an ordinary person, maybe a fisherman. "How's the catch?" The man stood up to his full height and turned in my direction, and at the same moment my hair stood on end and goosebumps ran through my body — the "man" turned out to be over two meters tall and without clothes, which, however, was completely compensated by his hairline, which I foolishly mistook for a wardrobe item. I didn't have time to see the face, as the creature hurried to hide in the forest. I ran as fast as I could to our camp, where I immediately told my friends everything. And what do you think — they didn't believe me!.. Before going to bed, I began to wonder myself that I had imagined it. So I fell asleep with almost absolute certainty that it was some kind of strange fisherman.

That night, I suddenly woke up because of a nightmare. A sharp, unpleasant, animal smell immediately hit my nose. Literally half a meter from my feet, "he" was sitting at the entrance to the tent...

Of course, I got scared and started yelling, while simultaneously throwing everything in the tent at him. The creature clearly did not expect multiple rocket fire from dishes, glass bottles and shoes, so it got up and quickly ran away from the tent. At my shout, the others jumped out of the other tents. This time, in addition to my story, they saw the destruction that the monster had caused. We did not sleep for the next few hours, but only rekindled the fire and looked in all directions.

About an hour later, or maybe less, a terrible roar was heard from the direction of the forest, which I cannot describe in words. After that, everything went quiet. In the morning, while we were packing tents, one of my friends decided to look around and literally half an hour later he came to us with a small lump of black wool. We wanted to keep it, but he, a superstitious man, threw it into a dying bonfire. After packing up, we got into our cars and headed home.