In the early 1900s on the Canadian prairies there was an axe murderer that roamed at will. He wasn't in the towns or in the villages. He was in the woods, the fields and in the ditches that ran along the railroad tracks. The victims were anyone that crossed his path.
It all started one morning when Stan Berezanski was walking through the fields to inspect his crop when he noticed that some of the trees in woods on his land had been cut down by something unknown. None of the trees had been stolen for lumber, they had been cut down in an effort to impede the progress of anyone that attempted to walk through that section of the woods.
Stan entered the woods with great suspicion and fear. He stood on the fringe of the woods and scanned the trees for anything moving. He then stepped over the first tree and entered the bush. Every few steps he stopped and looked around. Everything seemed to be quiet until he heard something move in the underbrush. Stan didn't have a weapon so he picked up a heavy stick in case he had to defend himself from an attack. He heard something drawing closer. But then it would grow quiet. Stan stood still waiting for something to happen. Then he screamed as something slashed into his calf. Blood spurted out of the wound and as he fell down to the ground the attack continued as he was slashed in the groin and neck. He didn't get a look at who had attacked him. Then the axe killer disappeared into the bush.
Stan tried to crawl to get help but it was no use as over a fifteen minutes period he had only moved six feet. He tried to scream but nothing came out as the hole in his throat prevented him from screaming. An hour later he died.
A day later Stan's brother named Peter came out into the bush to look for his brother and as he drew towards the bush he sensed that something was wrong, a type of sensation that only a brother could feel. He looked at all of the cut down trees and advanced with his shotgun. And then what he sensed had become a reality as he found his brother dead in the woods. He examined the body and knew that Stan had been the victim of an awful crime. Peter then stood up and looked around him, wondering which way the murderer could have went. But as he gazed off in the distance he didn't hear the killer crawl undetected through the underbrush and he didn't see it coming as he was slashed in the lower leg and fell on his stomach. The killer then gashed the back of Peter's neck and within minutes Peter was dead.
A day later the son of Peter came looking for his dad and he grew suspicious of the bush and at how many of the trees had been cut down. He entered the woods and saw the decomposing bodies of his father and uncle. Immediately he sensed he was in danger. He looked around him but he should have been looking below him as the attacker gashed his ankle and Peter's son fell on his back, screaming. Then the giant rabid beaver jumped on his chest and gashed his neck with his massive teeth.