on that bumpy path without hitting the breaks. I was shocked how he had not hit any trees yet. After a while, he drifted to a stop. There was a clearing in between the trees ahead. I screa

dies underneath it and the dark spots were blood. I am pretty sure they were dead. Horrified at the sight and smell of the, I started moving back. In the meantime, he pi

tances, or his own choice, resorted to feasting on human flesh. Wendigos are said to be cursed to wander the land, eternally seeking to fulfill their voracious appetite for human flesh. It was known to eat anyone who ventured into its territory and those were the lucky ones. Sometimes, the Wendigo chose to possess a person instead in the want of a new vessel to possess, and then that luckless individual became a Wendigo himself, hunting down those he had once loved and feasted upon their flesh. It is not to be taken lightly. I have seen it and what I have seen, I would not wish even on the worst of my enemies. I have bee

splashed with blood. P