Wendigo

that day. He knew they didn't care. No one had cared about them before this accident and these phone calls were mere formalities. It grieved him deeply and each vis

arah's makeup, everything made him cry de

nearby. It would help take his mind off of it and he needed some peace desperately. He boarded a plane as soon as he could manage and flew to the remote village. He was a stranger in

some drinks in the evening as it had gotten late. H

uld a hunter expect in the wo

said. Composing himself, the bartender replied, "Err yes, uh all kind

handle it. I've come

taring at him with a confused expression as if he was worried about something. Jim's eyebrows tw

old man standing beside him. "Don't go

more confused because the old fellow wa

hich I would never wish to see again. I have escaped it by chan

?" Jim was even m

." Answered

r he thought. He waited for the villager to join him in his laugh but he jus

wards the bartender. "I've brough my gear, and I've been at it for y

as stealthy fast and immensely strong. It was cunning and it knew of ways to deceive human beings in order to lure them into his traps where he'd compel them to eat human flesh which would eventually make

re. It often lures its prey by mimickin

arted preparing for tomorrow. He had brought his guns with him. He usually only needed the shot gun but the animals here were quite vicious so it was more dangerous which is why he brought extra guns this time. Jim knew that it was very dangerous for him to go alone, but he had no other choice. He needed to vent out the suppressed emotions and this was his way. Determined, he went to bed and fell asleep immediately, unli