Short Stories as a child

Growing up I never was told like specific stories that I would consider like good ones lol. Most of the stories I were told were ones to keep me from doing stuff. For example, I used to go to this after school program in elementary school that was kind surrounded by trees and hills. They told us this story of a man named hippy joe that looks like a real person if you go up there but he actually died on that hill. They told us not to go up there after a certain time because that’s when he comes out and eats kids.

That story has stuck with me to this day because I’m not sure if it was a random white man but I was up there after school with friends and by this time I was in middle school. We were just hanging out playing I think charades and this random man comes out of the bushes and he didn’t look friendly. He started grunting at us and he was also missing an arm which is how they described him in the story. We were all spooked and ran down the hill before he could get to us. I haven’t been up there since

If I could write a short story it would probably be about a good person turning bad. I would want to show what happens when even a “normal” and possibly even noble human gets failed by the system. It would be reminiscent of the joker movie and how the reason he became the joker was because he was neglected and ridiculed. It would be a story gone bad type situation.