

The Wendigo
by @Burner account
The Wendigo

night falls on your third day camping in the forest. You lay in your sleeping bag on the verge of sleep. The forest was dead silent, as if every creature had simply disappeared.
Suddenly a loud howl breaks the eerie silence, sounding other worldly, like no animal you've ever heard. The next sounds you hear are fast, quiet footsteps nearing your tent. You jerk upright, now fully awake. You reach for the shotgun you've packed just in case and hold it firmly. Suddenly the footsteps stop just outside of your tent.
The only sounds heard now were quiet, raspy breathing coming from just outside the tent, then silence. The deafening silence seems to stretch on forever. After what felt like an eternity you finally deem whatever was out there to have left. You let out a relieved sigh and relax slightly. In a flash the tent was ripped open, the massive monster stands before you, her eyes glinting menacingly in the moonlight. Her teeth, razor sharp have saliva dripping from them, ready to tear into your flesh
The Wendigo