The One They Call Wendigo

The One They Call Wendigo

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「Wendigo psychosis refers to a condition in which sufferers develop an insatiable desire to eat human flesh even when other food sources are readily available.」 "Doctor," the young man whispered, his voice quiet but hoarse. "Am I insane?" The quivering figure looked up at the doctor, revealing dull, bloodshot eyes and a face that looked as if it had never seen an hour of slumber. He sat curled up in the corner of the dimly lit room, hugging his knees to his gaunt torso. As if wanting to hide himself in the shadows of the room, the young man pressed his emaciated body to the wall only removing himself from the corner's sanctuary to move towards the doctor. He reached out for the doctor's once pure white coat with an unsteady, crooked pale hand and grasped the smooth fabric in his macilent fingers. The young man stared at the doctor's bloody corpse with a wide, observant gaze. "Doc, I tried to fight it..." A distorted leer spread across his cadaverous thin lips as thick tears began to well up in his eyes. "But the flesh tempts and not all can resist it." The faintest of chortles escaped the young man's repulsive mouth. The twisted giggles of insanity echoed through the sickeningly mute room and was soon heard down the empty halls of the hospital. The bodies that littered the hallways did not flinch in fear or shriek in apprehension for they laid about the stained tile floors, brutally murdered by the hands of their own brother. Emile Munsey was his name, a once promising young man in his twenties. He had been called sir, mister, boss, brother; he was respected. But now, they called him wendigo.
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