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Short Story - The Wendigo Experience

Alright, I know I've been bothering you with these but hey it's the middle of exams and I can't write as much so I figured I'd share this with you. After all, it's already written, and I like it. So. :3 Please deal with it.~

She stared out of her window, the black curtain she had pulled back clenched tightly in her hand. Her nails dug into the fabric, and her breathing was ragged. The thing started back.

It was a disgusting, ugly creature. She could smell its rotting flesh from where she was positioned, and it made her want to retch. She wanted to believe it was just a bear, but she knew it was not. She had seen bears before, and this was definitely not a bear.

It seemed to refuse to break eye contact with her. Pools of saliva dripped from its mouth, and its teeth jutted out jaggedly like glass with the sharpness of rusty nails. Lacerations covered the flesh of this monster, pockets and holes of complete rot, some going completely through it. Some of its bone was visible; it breathed heavily, through its lipless mouth. She assumed any lips it had would have rotted off.

This thing had visited her for a while now. Never during the day, only at night. She knew what it was, as she had called the native elder about it.

"That sounds a lot like a Wendigo, child." He said, his tone of voice filled with a worrying demeanor.

"What is a Wendigo?" She had asked, with a hushed voice. She looked over her shoulder, and through the frost on the window pane, there was surely a dark shape, staring at the exact same window it had the day before.

"They are a man's body filled with an evil spirit. The Wendigo break the laws of nature, and abuse what gifts we have been given. The Wendigo is a man who was more than past his time, but refused to die. They become Wendigo by feasting on flesh in the last moments of life."

"So they're cannibals?"

"No. To call them cannibals would imply that they are still human. Wendigos are eaters of flesh and blood, and because of their tastes, are transformed into creatures of the night such as the one you say is before you."

She didn't know how to feel about this. The Wendigo had feasted on flesh. The flesh of another like her. A shiver went through her entire body.

The elder had given her a mixture of herbs which he had claimed would keep the Wendigo away. It seemed to be working, as it came no closer. Her only problem was that it was just sitting on her lawn.

She stared at it in disdain, and it stared back without a care in the world. She moved to the side, and the Wendigo's eyes followed her. She moved to the other side, and the movement repeated. The Wendigo would not stop staring, which was making her extremely uncomfortable. She wanted to call for help, but the elder's words hung in the air.

"If there truly is a Wendigo, as you say, you must deal with it on your own. It seems to have business with you, and it will not go away until it is resolved. By calling for help, all you'd be doing is feeding it."

"Your words were helpful, elder..." She said to herself. "But there is no way I can possibly resolve this conflict."

She had never been a hunter. That, and the mixture of the fact it was modern times. Her father had taken her older brother hunting, not her. Her mother taught her how to farm, make clothing, and take care of animals. She appreciated the world more because of it.

She wanted to think of the beast outside her home as nothing more than a metaphor of an obstacle. Unfortunately, it did not seem to be a metaphor.

Then, the beast made its move. It was gone. She backed away from the window, confused... just in time for the beast to come crashing through. She quickly ran through the house, the Wendigo close behind on her heels. She threw a vase at it, but all it did was deter it slightly and aggravate it completely.

She dove into her bedroom, shutting and locking the door. She pushed her bed in front of it as fast as possible, and hid in her closet. All she had to do was wait it out until sun broke out of the clouds in the morning.

She heard the sounds of breaking wood and realized that the Wendigo might not be content to wait until the morning. A large crack was heard as her bedpost smashed through the closet door, and a half-rotted eye peered in through the hole. She stifled a scream, but the Wendigo knew where she was anyways. It was pointless to resist.

The bed was flung across the room, and the closet ripped open as if the wood was simply paper. This time, she really did scream as the Wendigo picked her up and leaped from the second floor window. Her head hit the frosted-over ground, and she blacked out.

When her conscious mind returned to her, it was certainly without ease. A dull throbbing in the back of her head signified a headache, and she came to learn that the ever-changing scenery meant she was being dragged. Her eyes trailed down her body, to where the source of pain was.

The Wendigo had dug its claws into her ankle, and was dragging her as if she was a ragdoll into the woods. She needed medical attention, and she was sure she had a concussion.

The sounds of branches snapping alerted the Wendigo, and it began to move faster. Soon, she could see that tree and dirt was morphing into rock and stone.

They finally stopped, and her ankle was dropped, rather painfully. The Wendigo began to circle her, and let out a guttural growl. She quickly stood to her feet, but the pain in her ankle blinded her senses and she went down once more. The Wendigo had broken her ankle.

It let out a strange sound, and she realized that it may actually be laughing at her, laughing at her pain. She had assumed it was a mindless beast, but it seemed to be much more intelligent than she gave it credit for. Her stomach growled, and the Wendigo dropped what seemed to be food at her feet. On closer inspection, it was a human arm.

She screamed, and backed up, scrambling to the wall of the cave.

Soon, hours became days, and days became a week. Surely someone knew she was missing now.

The Wendigo growled at the entrance of the cave. It had not killed her yet, but it had been bringing her food and water. It was a lot kinder than she assumed it would have been.

Shots rang out from outside the cave, and she could visibly see a man in a uniform enter and continue shooting at the Wendigo. It fell to the floor, and more men and women filed into the cave, surrounding her and picking her up, bombarding her with endless questions.

"What was that?!"

"Can you walk?!"

"Are you..."

"We've been looking for you! Your mother filed a missing report!"

As she was pushed into leaving the cave, she took one last look at the lonely and sad creature that was the Wendigo. It hadn't even hurt her, but it was still gunned down relentlessly. It had been a quite kinder creature than expected, bringing her food and water.

The only thing that remained of the food the Wendigo had brought her was a gnawed human arm. Nobody had to know what she did of desperation. After all, she was starving, on the brink of death... but now she had a different craving.

She craved more flesh.