Growing up, my Uncle Russ would terrorize us with stories of the 'Jersey Devil'. Then when he moved to Wisconsin, he also had the most frightening stories about a wild Man-Boy who lived downstream of the creek behind his house.
Stole chickens and smaller pets. Ate them still alive. Not Uncle Russ, the wild Man-Boy. I think he was Oklahoma-raised. Storytelling was big in his upbringing.