Road to Nowhere

Stay Here

I carefully turned my head a little bit and I directly stared into it's yellow eyes. They were glowing like a moon above a black sea. It wasn't staring back at me, but it felt like it's eyes were going through me.

Black, crooked horns were raising from it's head. There were branches growing on it. It's face was covered with the skull of a deer, or better: it's skull was covered with a skull from a deer. Parts of the skull were cracked or parts were missing. There was blood around it's mouth. My eyes went to it's chest. Black flesh was hanging from it's ribs. Parts of the ribs weren't covered with skin anymore. This one has been hungry. My eyes went to it's legs. It's legs weren't human. They were also from a deer.

I immediately went back to days back in college. I still remember that day. It was October 31st. My friends and I went to the oldest part of the library. We were looking for a book that might have some spells. We didn't find it, but we did find a book about mythical creatures. It wasn't much, but it was interesting, especially for a Halloween night.

I knew what this thing, this creature was. And I know what it means:

I ended up in a forest full of cannibals. These things, undead people, or humans, only turn in the form of a wendigo when it's consuming human flesh. And according to it's height, it has eaten a lot of humans. The more they eat, the taller they become. From the look of it, it's almost three times bigger than that I am.

No wonder that they're tall. It has been wandering around the graveyard, collecting dead people to eat them. No wonder I found that corpse of a child in the bushes, with it's flesh and limbs being torn off. Next to that there were thousands of other people that died there. It was one big feast for it.

But wait a second. If it had eaten all the corpses, why wasn't it taller? It should be taller, according to the amount of cars and corpses. Also one of the corpses was killed with an axe. That means that there's more of them, or... there is something else out here. Something worse than wendigos.

I looked up at it's eyes again and I froze. It was looking at me. At least, it's eyes were in my direction, I don't know if it could see me through the bushes. It did a step towards me. I could smell the rotten flesh and it was absolutely disgusting. I felt my stomach turning again, but I knew I couldn't move, or I'll be dead.

I saw how it slowly moved it's claws towards the bushes. I knew it had seen me. I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!

The wendigo grabbed a branch and moved it aside. Now we were looking each other in the eyes.

I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die.

The wendigo kept staring at me. It was like it's yellow eyes were looking straight into my soul, like it was deciding how it would taste. Seconds seemed like minutes and minutes seemed like hours. I could hear a clock ticking in my head, but I realized it was just my heartbeat.

My eyes started to feel heavy, but I didn't want to close them. I never want to close them. I won't be able to close them ever again if I come out of this alive.

It's head moved closer to me, until it was only a few inches away from my head. It started into my eyes and I stared back into it's eyes.

'Wendigos are always hungry and they're always looking for a new prey.'

I remembered that phrase from the book.

The wendigo moved it's claw towards my arm and touched it, surprisingly softly. I didn't think it was kind, no, it was horrifying. Why would it do that?

I saw it's long, black teeth under the skull. Those teeth are gonna sink into my flesh soon. I didn't want to think about it, but it was reality.

The wendigo moved it's claws over my skin, touching the scars. Did it know how I got those? Why what it touching my scars? Did it like them?

Suddenly it grabbed my arm tight and squeezed it really hard. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. My hand started to feel numb. Don't let this be the end, don't let this be the end! I didn't want to die.

I closed my eyes, even if I didn't want to. The wendigo let go of my arm. It was probably gonna place it on my neck to strangle me to death.

All memories started to replay in my head.

I came home from school. My mom was in the kitchen. She was smiling, like she always did.

'Welcome home, my dear son,' she said with a smile on her face.

'Hi mom,' I mocked.

'I just came back from the hospital. They said they can get rid of the cancer.'

'That's good,' I replied.

'I thought so too, my darling.'

I looked at her face. Something wasn't right. That smile. It wasn't happy. It was cursed!

I looked at her again, but it was to late. She already grabbed a knife, ready to attack me.

'Mom, please, no. Put it back!'

'The doctor said I need a new heart,' my mom whispered.

'You don't need one. All you need a treatment for your cancer. You don't need a new heart!' I was screaming at the top of my lungs.

'The doctor says so. I have to take yours!' A demonic scream came out of my mom's body.

She attacked me with the knife. I dodged it, but I feel to the ground. My mom bends over me. Her eyes were yellow.

I opened my eyes again.

The wendigo was gone.

After a while I got up and looked around. It was really gone.

Why didn't it eat me? Wendigos are always hungry. So why didn't it eat me?

The longer I'm here, the stranger things become. Something about this forest is just fucked up.

I got up and wiped the mud from my face and clothes.

There was only one thing I was thinking about; only one word was in my head.

Run.