Everyone had heard the stories, at least one at one time. Eventually eveyone would bare one of their own. Perhaps they share, perhaps they lie, or better yet, hide.
He has no name, but yet he is known. He's only a man, so the story tells. You may see him crossing frozen waters, or lurking in the trees above. If you follow him, you'll surely lose him, til he reappears in front of you.
If this occurs, do not fear him. His eyes are void and hollow, black, do not fear them. He is the man of the woods. Hold your breath. Bite your tongue. He cannot see you.