Don't Eat the Red Snow
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  • Parti 3
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  • LETTURE 778
  • Voti 54
  • Parti 3
  • Tempo 14m
Completa, pubblicata il dic 01, 2015
Holiday tradition, whether it's decorating a tree altogether, singing carols by the fire at night, or visiting family, we all have one.  This family's tradition is like the movie "Christmas Vacation" they go out of their way to find the perfect family tree and cut it down and take it home with them and decorate it. 
  
  But what if that tree is on an Ancient Indian Burial Ground? The ground it stands on rumored to be cursed with the presence of Wendigo? Well, let's just say some tradition is never broken.
  
  No matter what the cost.
  
  (Author's note: This is a purposely campy-ish take on the #holidayhorror challenge on Wattpad Fright. You will notice the all time cliche of "Ancient Indian Burial Ground" is vibrant in this story, and it is purposely so. So, enjoy and let me know what you thought in the comments! Don't forget to vote, also. - JM)
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I've heard of his kind before in my tribe as they told stories by the fire of the white man. Father always told me to never engage with a white man to protect myself, seeing as I was the tribe's so-called 'princess', even if I was a boy. This was the first time I've seen a white man before. I could tell he was a white man because of how he looked with the storied my tribe tells. He had blonde hair that was tied behind his head, white skin unlike me and my tribe's tan ones, and the most intriguing blue eyes I've ever seen. I've never seen blue eyes. Everyone in my tribe all had brown eyes. Although he wielding a long gun that he carried over his back, a metal hat over his head, I couldn't find it in me to feel frightened. He surely didn't have a spear or knife with him unlike our hunting weapons in my tribe. My squirrel companion waved his arm over my face as if telling me to avert my eyes away from the white man, but I placed him somewhere on a higher branch above me. I was fascinated with the white man. No, attracted was a better word. I needed to... meet him in person. Father won't mind me meeting just one white man, won't he. #1 on squirrel (idk lol) #1 on indians #4 on pocahontas