the demonic spirit

the hunt

3rd person pov

the four teenagers set out from there camp to find the monster of the forest and get rich easily. or so they thought. the grass beneath there boots turn to dirt and fallen leaves as they make there way from to the clearing.

chris: how much do you think we'll get paid? asked chris, he was eager to make some profit.

jeremy: no clue but it'll be a good amount with the amount of people this thing killed. jeremy casually replies.

jeremy: you think we should keep its head? she asked.

chris stumbles over a thick, gnarled root. he regains his footing before responding: no you idiot, we bring it back alive so we can get more.

jeremy: yeah but IF we end up killing it we should totally keep the head. jeremy suggested, before surveying the area with a flashlight. satisfied that nothing was there; he kept walking.

the sounds of the forest surrounded them, footsteps of small animals drifted around the forest and the calls of nocturnal wildlife were audible. a small breeze blew through the area and made a few of them shiver.

nick: i'm booooored. *nick whined* when is this thing gonna show itself?

jeremy: if i knew where this thing is it would be a lot easier for all of us, but i don't *jeremy groaned* here use the night vision goggles, or just go back to the camp and watch the traps, but just quit making so much noise.

nick in his mind: maybe i will. nick replied in his head. the group continued walking for the moment; taking in the eerie atmosphere as they went.

wendigo's lair

at the entrance the creature is walking out, casting a shadow on the rocks face from the moons glare. now knowing the four people refusing to leave it's territory. unlike most wendigo's this one lock itself in its home until people arrive, the creature wasn't gonna sit by and let it's territory be invaded.

the creature left it's home, it stood up, it towered above the ground at around nine feet even with back hunched. the fur on it's body was black as the night sky and it's ribs were exposed signaling it had eaten chunks of its chest.

it inhaled deeply and stretched its lumps before taking off on all fours. the creature was hungry, it hadn't eaten in awhile, it's urges of hunger were slowly getting the best of the creature.
it knew it had food now though, and it wanted food badly. it's vision was incredible in the dark of the night, it could see everything perfectly still, the creature ran faster then the eye could see, even if you could see the creature dash by right now, you probably wouldn't notice.

the wendigo used these two factors in conjunction to search it's territory for the intruders. it didn't take the monster long to find a camp, decked out with cameras and traps. the wendigo crocked it's head as it inspected the area.

it amused the creature when it's pray came searching for the creature, so much more fun to play with them. the wendigo started to convulse and then disappeared, entering the spirit realm and leaving only a faint outlines of the wendigo visible in the real world. he finally steps into the camp.

with the teens

nick sat in his tent, scrolling through some videos on his phone. he contemplated why he even went along with this idea, after a few seconds of thought he concluded that it was all for the money obviously. he shook his head before taking another look at the cameras.

one of them was filled with static that made seeing anything on it impossible. nick tapped the screen a few times and it settled back to normal. he shrugged and went back to his phone. little did he know the static has been caused by the wendigo's proximity to the camera while it was in the spirit world, and continued the creature continued to get closer to nick's tent. only a second later, the wendigo found itself next to the tent.