My footsteps rang out along the fettid stream, trip trap, trip trap.... Warning me of my danger, I was in troll territory. I paused, my breath ragged, I peered down through the rotting planks. I felt a chill on my skin, before me rose what remained of the under-bridge monster, the ghost of a Troll, cursed to lifelessly haunt this place, FOREVER!
Sensible note - (actually a nice one) lots of deer live in these woods, if you are quiet you may get to see some!