There is a genesis or birthing point for every story told. Some are just fantasy woven by great story tellers to entertain, educate and terrify. Back in the days before electricity it really wasn't safe to go into the forest alone and after dark. Or perhaps at all. So if you could weave a tale of such terror that people would never dare set foot in the dark woods you might just save someones life. Cautionary tales served a purpose. But, is that the explanation for them all or is there sometimes a shred of truth woven into the fabric of a good story?