Her Wendigo Chapter 2

Unwanted Guest

The apartment was tiny, a little smaller than cozy. One bedroom, one bathroom, and the living room and kitchen were smooshed together. There was only a small black couch and tv in the living room, and that was enough to fill the small space. The bright wood tile flooring looked odd against the greenish gray walls. White trimming that went all around the floor and windows did not help at all to bring it all together. Overall, the apartment was fairly clean, besides the dishes cluttering the counter around the sink.

Lia was asleep on the small couch with a blanket that was gently pulled over her. Her bag was set at her feet. She didn't wake up when Jake carried her to the apartment. Then a few minutes later when she heard the fridge open, she only grabbed the blanket above her and pulled it closer to herself, going right back to sleep.

Jake had opened the fridge to grab a beer. He could not sleep, not with the fact that he brought home a lady past out. Deep inside, he was waiting for the cop to come banging at his door knowing what he did. He was also worried the lady would wake up and claim he kidnapped her.

He hated to admit it but he kinda wished he left her there. Who knows, maybe whoever she was waiting for was an ok person and she did in fact just fall hard enough on her face to leave a scrape the size of a golf ball.

He was sitting on his one of two bar stools that he bought from a garage sale last summer. In angst he swiveled side to side, restless and unsure what to do with himself. In his hand was his second beer of the night, it was cold in his hands. He was about to take another sip of it when he heard a knock on his door, it was quiet and if he wasn't being so paranoid he might not have heard it.

Jake stilled and slowly glanced over to it. He didn't move. When the knock sounded again, this time a little harder, he got up. He set his beer out of sight of the door then walked up to the door. He peeked though the door hole and saw no one there. The third time the knock came it startled him.

Unlocking the door, he slowly opened it and peaked through the small crack he made. Upon seeing a black, gooey, monster at the foot of his door, he promptly slammed it shut and locked it again.

Jake stepped back from the door, glancing at the bottom to see its shadow. He heard small raspy, humming, noises coming from behind the door. At the bottom of the door he saw small claws poking through. It must have been in the rain since as he clawed at the bottom of the door water was being left behind.

What the fucking hell?

A little panic, he kicked off his boot at the door. When it hit the door the claws quickly retracted back. Jake listened and heard the creature scampering away from the door.

He went to his room and got to his knees so he could reach for the box under his bed. Pulling it out he lifted the lid and grabbed his small hand pistol. Putting the magazine in he pulled back the trigger. Feeling the small handle of the gun in his hands didn't make him feel any more safe. If it were a human on the other side of the door it would. He stepped back into the living room and grabbed his beer.

Jake thought he must be seeing things, possibly hearing things too. What is a wendigo doing without its person? He heard that most wendigos are chill. However, with Jake being human he knew he had no real defense against one and to have it walking around without its person to remind it of morals is really scary.

Not even just that, why is it here?

Jake didn't know why nor did he really care. Pulling the bar stool he set it at the corner of the counter closest to the door. He continued to drink his beer while hold his gun was held tightly in his free hand.

For the rest of the evening he watched the door. He wasn't sure if he passed out from lack of sleep or from the number of beers he had or possibly both. But the next time he opened his eyes the sun was shining through his windows. He woke up with his gun still in his hand. The beer cans he had that night were missing. He could feel the red print what was left on his forehead from resting it on the counter. As he straightened his back he saw his dishes were all cleared from his counter. His floors were cleaner too. All his shoes, which weren't many, were set nicely in their pairs along the wall.