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All cultures in which the Wendigo myth appeared shared the belief that human beings could turn into Wendigos if they ever resorted to cannibalism or, alternately, become possessed by the demonic spirit of a Wendigo, often in a dream. Once transformed, a person would become violent and obsessed with eating human flesh. The most frequent cause of transformation into a Wendigo was if a person had resorted to cannibalism, consuming the body of another human in order to keep from starving to death during a time of extreme hardship or famine.
It's been weeks. Weeks. It is all I can do to stare up into the canopy of the tent. I cannot even begin to try and move from the sleeping bag. I turn my head to the left to assess her condition. She is far worse off than I. Her hips have become bone, hard, thick cat ears jutting from her waist. Her sweater and blankets cover most of her body, though I know that
WendigoSlush flew around the car in brown chunks as the wheels spun. The little black sedan rocked back and forth tentatively before sinking back into the bank. Sarah rested her head against the steering wheel and started to cry.More Like This
"How Goddamned stupid am I?" she whispered to the dashboard. It was stupid, really. Most normal people would have taken one look out there window that morning and went back to bed. Sarah liked winter, really; even blizzards like these are kind of fun if you don't need to be anywhere. But Sarah had to be somewhere that day.
She pulled on her gloves and braced for the cold. The wind snagged the door out of her hands and yanked it open. The bank was deep, easily four feet, and it stretched the whole length of road. Dusty snow swept across the road and erased the landscape all around.
Now came the real dilemma; whether to stay with the sedan and wait for the emergency crew to eventually find her, or to walk to the Stop-n'-Go. It was a short walk, even in a blizzard. It c
The wendigoThere is a creature that stalks the forest and haunts the nightmares of men. They question his existence... is he pure myth, a mere legend invented to strike fear into the hearts of unwary hunters, or is he real? Does he actually exist? This creature is considered vile, evil, a wretched being. Who is this beast that they speak of? I am he... they call me the wendigo. I live a lonely existence, but it doesnt disturb me. Truly, my body has taken on a mutilated appearance, but I am powerful. I live to strike terror in men. I exist for this very reason. Yet how? How did I enter into this existence? Ill tell you how, for I feel no shame. I feel no pity for my victims, for they are weak, disposable. I am he who feasts on the flesh of humans. After many years of living, I, at one point, had the inexplicable craving for the flesh of humans. Since then, I have lived in exile, killing and consuming any who dares cross my path. They call me a beast, unholy. So be it, but if that isMore Like This