There's Something In The Woods

Chapter 27

"Sir, do you have any idea how to get out of here?" I asked Mr Emerson.

We were all standing outside of the Wendigo cave and it was still dark. I had no idea which way would lead us out of Woodlands State Forest.

"I say we head East." Mr Emerson replied.

"And which way is that?" I pressed. None of us had a compass, but Mr Emerson was our camp director, so he was bound to know which way to head.

"That way." He responded, pointing just to the right of where I was standing. "Let's go!" He shouted, taking charge and leading us East, limping along the way.

"So, what happened to all the other campers?" Mr Emerson questioned.

"They went their separate ways." Nick said. "They're probably lost or dead."

Mr Emerson nodded in thought, then continued walking.

That's when we heard the voice that had pretended to be our dead friend, Lee.

It was the voice of the Wendigo.

"I see you've found my home...." It whispered and I was unable to tell where it was coming from.

"Where are you?" Nick yelled, looking in every direction.

"Right in front of you...." It whispered again.

We all looked in front of us, but again, we didn't see a single thing.

Then it stepped out from behind a tree. The Wendigo.

"You bastard!" Nick screamed, raising the shotgun. "You killed our friends!"

I didn't say anything.

I just stood there, frozen in place, looking at the Wendigo.

It was the most horrible thing I'd ever seen. All our flashlights shined on it's pale white skin, smears of blood here and there. It had claws like a wolf and a head like your worst nightmare.

Its face was ugly and twisted, with teeth like needles. Its whole body was skinny, showing bones through the skin. It also didn't have any hair.

"I didn't know Holly was your friend...." It said, stepping towards the group. That's when I found my voice.

"You killed the other group too?" I screamed at it, raising my hunting knife. The Wendigo had to pay.

"Of course I did. They were so easy to trick....It was only one hour before they split from you, that was how long it took to kill them all."

"That's it!" Nick yelled, firing the shotgun at the Wendigo.

Bang! The bullet passed clean through the thing's chest, black blood oozing from the wound.

But the Wendigo didn't fall.

Instead, it reeled it's head back in an evil laugh, before sprinting towards the group.

A moment later, Nick was knocked out on the ground, shotgun still in his hands. I had to do something.

While the others stood back, terrified for their lives, I lunged at the Wendigo.

With the hunting knife in my hand, I aimed for the throat. But instead of my knife piercing through the pale flesh, I was thrown to the side, something sharp digging into my side.

I rolled away from the Wendigo, clutching at my hip wound, which was bleeding. Somewhere between the Wendigo and the ground, I had lost my knife.

The Wendigo leaned over me, smiling a cruel smile, before turning away to go after the others.

That's when I saw my backpack, lying a few inches away.

Its contents were strewn all over the ground, the zipper being broken.

There was some rope, chips, beef jerky, a walkie talkie, some matches and....a small bottle of petrol.

Petrol and matches, huh? I thought.

This was giving me an idea.