The Wendigo Haunts: A Descent into Madness and Cannibalism in the Fierce Winter Storm
The Wendigo
Alice knew the winter storm was coming in an hour or so. But she made one of her friends a promise. Her friend Ambers husband, had been missing for two months. Him and a few friends went hunting and a winter storm hit. No one could find them. Search party after search party had gone out. After a month of searching it was given up. After all. The storms were getting worse and becoming more frequent. There had been no news until the week before this. Ambers husband Robert had emerged from the snow covered woods, coming out in the midst of a storm. As if it was spitting him from beyond. Wearing his winter gear, blood frozen and caked onto his jacket forced to eat his dead friends to survive. He came out of the woods malnourished, his skin thin and stretched over his bones. His muscles nearly gone in order to feed his body. His teeth yellow, his eyes sunken and dead. Barely able to move. But Amber had come to Alice with concerns about his behavior. The things he said to her and their daughters. The things he called them, the things he said he would do to them. Freshly skinned bones of animals showed up in the yard. Their heads cracked open and brains gone. Their bones crack open and sucked dry. And licked clean.
Amber feared her husband and believe him to be doing all of it.
Alice moved a black bang from her face, her shined black hair was long and curved a little at THE END
Alice knew the winter storm was coming in an hour or so. But she made one of her friends a promise. Her friend Ambers husband, had been missing for two months. Him and a few friends went hunting and a winter storm hit. No one could find them. Search party after search party had gone out. After a month of searching it was given up. After all. The storms were getting worse and becoming more frequent. There had been no news until the week before this. Ambers husband Robert had emerged from the snow covered woods, coming out in the midst of a storm. As if it was spitting him from beyond. Wearing his winter gear, blood frozen and caked onto his jacket forced to eat his dead friends to survive. He came out of the woods malnourished, his skin thin and stretched over his bones. His muscles nearly gone in order to feed his body. His teeth yellow, his eyes sunken and dead. Barely able to move. But Amber had come to Alice with concerns about his behavior. The things he said to her and their daughters. The things he called them, the things he said he would do to them. Freshly skinned bones of animals showed up in the yard. Their heads cracked open and brains gone. Their bones crack open and sucked dry. And licked clean.
Amber feared her husband and believe him to be doing all of it.
Alice moved a black bang from her face, her shined black hair was long and curved a little at THE END
