The Wendigo || A horror story for age 12, or 13-19, or 20. ||

Josh Robert, a rebellious teen, sneak's out in the middle of the night to go to a party. On his way, his car shut's down...

POV:
*Huff...Huff...Huff* Josh run's through the tree's at high speed, not looking back.
Just a few minute's ago, he was on his way to meet his girl friend at a party, sneaking out while doing so.
Branche's whip in front of his face. A thorn slightly stab's him in the eye, blinding him for a bit from the oozing maroon blood.
He keep's running.
He hear's the strange creature quickly catching up to him.
He pause's. It was no use. He turn's around, intending to fight whatever was chasing him.
The sight that met his eye's, was beyond terrifying...

Other POV:
The dead of night. I'm waiting for my boy friend to arrive.
I keep waiting, growing more and more irritated by the minute.
"That bastard set me UP?" I whisper shout to myself.
I hear a bloodcurdling shriek from the distant woodland.
My blood run's cold. Was that...JOSH?!
The party halt's, the music stop's.
Everyone freeze's.
"What was that?" someone murmured quietly.

Little did they know...

The grotesque creature, has figured out how to travel to the human realm.

The Wendigo, was on the move.