I smelled a strange odor on the mountain and picked up a notebook recording the deaths of four college students while hiking. The villager who said I was lying suddenly disappeared, leaving only a pool of blood and a few footprints. At midnight, there were constant knocks on my courtyard door, but no one answered. A broken straw hat scared me out of my mind. My grandparents rushed over and asked, "What happened?" I trembled and pointed at the door and said, "Bear, the bear is outside!"
