Wendigo

Day Five

  The night was quiet, too quiet. The fear of what lay outside was unbearable. A scout was sent to the roof, Mikhal. The coast was clear. Clouds covered the sky in a whirlwind of dark and mysterious grey. The growing number of kids climbing to the roof put a lot of force on the kids who got out first. A bit of dew was all it took to cause a catastrophe. As Mikhal fell, it came back, the gripping fear contained us as it ripped Mikhal from the roof to be eaten.Those who had guns took turns firing rounds at the thing. Even the highest caliber rifles did nothing but stun it. All of us were shocked. The bus was slowly rambling down the dirt road towards us. That speed could give us enough time to distract it. The thing had yet to spot it. We all knew we needed a way to the bus. The thing continued to circle us. A brief break in the clouds let a small ray of light glance off of my watch into my eyes. The bus rumbled slowly into view. As a last ditch effort I used the sun to shine a quick beam into the things eyes, the sun vanished. It began to ravage the cabin to reach us. I threw my watch as far as I could, it made it almost fifty yards The last time my watch read was 5:13 PM. As we all piled off of the roof, the thing saw us. It sprinted towards us. Larsen made a last effort to stop it. Hurling himself at it screaming, "You can't take Taydon without taking me with!". As it tore away from Larsen it grabbed as many of us as it could. All of us remaining, us 5, drove away. The bus sped down the lane, a new vigor pumping through the engine. We rushed away from the thing. Away from the fear. Away from the pain. Away from camp Wendigo.