The Wendigo || A horror story for age 12, or 13-19, or 20. ||

Prolouge:

A few hour's before...

Josh Robert was currently leaning his back on the wall of the alleyway, laughing along with his friend's, as they bragged about ditching class.

His friend ask's him, "Yo Josh, you going to do that party tonight?"

"F2ck yeah!"

...

Groaning, Josh slump's back in his seat, in front of the principal.

An hour ago, him and his friend's were caught sneaking back in to the school.

His girlfriend Lia, who was with him at the time, rolled her eye's in her chair, to his left.

To his right, his best friend Mattheo was slouched, his brown tussled hair hanging over his right eye.

The principal walk's in, taking a seat across from us, on the other side of the desk.

After fiddling with some paperwork, he look's up at us, with an annoyed look.

"This is not the first time you three have been at it again!"

Silence.

"But sir-"

"Quiet!"

He calm's down.

"Explain to me why you've did this." he demand's icily.

"Mr. Joan's if you please, we weren't the only one's-"

"I didn't ask for that, I asked for why you did this, have you no shame?!"

When a teacher caught us in the hall, my other "friend's" ran away, leaving me, Lia, and Mattheo to whatever punishment waited for us.

The principal sigh's.

"You leave me no choice. I need to call your parent's."

...

"But mom-"

"No but's!"

"Just wait-"

"NO!" my mom shrieked at me angrily.

"You wanted to go to that...that party, but now I'm not sure you'll be leaving your room tonight, let alone a PARTY!"

...

The dead of night.

"Perfect..." I whisper to myself, grinning.

I promised Lia I'd be going no matter what, and my sh1t mother wasn't going to stop me.

Sliding the window open, climbing down the roof, I open the door's to my car.

I stole the key's from my mom, right after dinner.

I smile at the memory, as I start up the car, turn the radio on quietly, and drive away.

...

I shriek, as I feel my skin being stretched, my flesh being eaten alive.

My bone's crunching, my muscle's tearing.

"HELP ME!" I scream in to the night, hoping someone would come to my aid.

After my car broken down, something chased me in to the forest.

It had long horn's which resembled antler's on its head.

It's face wore a skull, and it was covered in mildew, and grime.

It had four limbs's, to walk right side up, or run on all four's.

I was being eaten alive.

I should have never left home.

I should have never doubted my mom.

It was too late for Josh...

I felt its teeth on my neck, and I knew no more.

...

IT has claimed, it's first victim.