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Scars. The story of Jon Wendigo
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Ongoing, First published Apr 18, 2016
It was an accident.
One stupid accident, a lone wolf, desperate for food, you couldn't really blame it. 
But that's not what I remember. I know what I saw, I know. It was no wolf. Not at all.
I told the doctors that, I told them what had really happened. They thought I was going insane. 

With my parents dead, and my grandmother having to take care of me (which she didn't do a very good job of) I was alone. 
No friends, no family, except the sorry excuse of a grandmother. 
She didn't want me around. 
So she sent me away.
To an all summer camp. Camp River. 
Here, there were many people. 
Many people. 
But I could make friends.
It would be ok.
Right?


(WARNINGS!!! MENTIONS OF SELF HARM, ABUSE, AND DETAILED GORE. I DONT WANT ANYONE GETTING TRIGGERED, SO PLEASE BE CAREFUL ❤️)
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