They only come when it snows, his dad had told him, repeating the stories his own father had whispered into his ear in the dead of winter. As a kid, Don assumed it was why he and his family packed up their stuff and left the cabin when the weather got bad. But as he grew older, he reasoned the stories away. Myth. Legend. Whatever he called them in the past made no difference.
Maybe they come out every so many years of he’d never seen them and he’s been there for 30 years. So much so he thought his dad was just telling him scary stories
