Wendigo

By Jzt
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via Pinterest 

 A group of friends ventured out on a winter camping trip. They laughed, shared stories, and huddled around the fire, oblivious to the ancient legend lingering in the cold air—the Wendigo. As night fell, the atmosphere shifted; the wind howled, and an eerie silence enveloped the woods. One by one, the friends fell into an uneasy sleep, but one remained awake, restless and uneasy.


Suddenly, a guttural growl shattered the stillness, echoing through the trees. The lone watcher caught a glimpse of a twisted figure, emaciated and towering, with eyes like burning coals. It seemed to slither between the trees, drawing closer and closer. Out of fear, the watcher tried to woke his friends but they merely grumbled, lost in dreams of warmth and feasts. As he tried to convince them, a piercing scream shattered the night. They all jumped to their feet, hearts racing, only to find one of their own had vanished into the snowy abyss.


The wind howled louder, carrying with it a whisper—a call to the darkness. The group panicked, trying to make sense of their friend’s disappearance, when they heard the low, haunting voice, resonating with a chilling hunger, 


“Join us…”


In a frenzy, they fled into the night, but the Wendigo was relentless. One by one, it lured them into the darkness, each friend succumbing to its voice, driven mad by an insatiable hunger for flesh.


Days later, search parties discovered the campsite, but there were no signs of struggle. Only the fire still flickered, and the chilling wind carried faint, echoing laughter through the trees. A haunting reminder that in the depths of the forest, the Wendigo feasted—forever feeding on the souls of the lost.


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