Post by Logan on Aug 11, 2016 2:34:04 GMT
Winter, a quiet and peaceful time for most people. Snow comes late for us, well for Tennessee that is. I had just gotten out of collage and was ready for a vacation. My uncle Mike thought it would be a brilliant idea to allow myself some alone time in his cabin in the Smokey Mountains. I told him why not and I set a coarse for the cabin. I packed some clothes and preserved food. I was walking out of my house when I nearly forgot to get my gun. I was once told by my father, never go to the mountains without your gun. I walked back in and grabbed my .223 rifle and a box of ammo. I packed up and started a journey that I will never forget.
I knew I would want to share with family about my time in the mountains so I started to write in my journal
“Day one, I have made up good time, the mountains are in view. I have decided to sleep in a gas station’s parking lot due to how late it’s getting.”
I put my journal and flashlight away and pushed my seat all the way back; soon I drifted off into the night. I woke up to a strange noise, a knocking of sort. I stared at the window, then the clock.
“3:27 a.m.” it read. I looked outside one more time and decided it wasn’t important. I just went back to sleep.
I woke up at around 7:30 a.m. with the sun in my eyes. I hopped out of my truck and stretched for a little bit. I walked inside of the gas station to eat some breakfast. I had stuffed myself with bacon, potatoes and gravy.
I waved goodbye and walked out. I saw a missing persons sign on the door. I felt sorry when I looked at the picture. A whole family, a man, a woman, and a son, all of whom were missing. Then I stopped cold in my tracks.
A moose head was set next to my truck. I gagged a little and thought whoever had done this had another thing coming. I looked around the nearby area to find the person responsible. Sadly it wasn’t a person a found but rather, something.
As I was walking I could see a figure in the tree line. I started yelling at it to see the figure move. That, that thing was at least 8ft 7in. tall. Its walk was, inhuman. Its posture was unholy. And its body looked as if the devil himself had made it. Then, then I saw its face, a moose? I was completely freaked out now. I made a mad dash towards my truck and started to drive off.
“What the heck was that thing?” I thought. Then I realized what it was. The Windago, a Indian beast that was once a man. A monster that hunts down its prey and drives it insane. Then cannibalizes it.
I felt my stomach twist and turn throughout the drive that was left. I felt sweat dripping down my pale face. I knew if the Windigo had seen me, I was done for.
I finally made it to the cabin. I calmed down and started putting my stuff inside. The cabin was a decent size; it had several rooms including a bathroom, closet, and a kitchen. I felt my side vibrate, I pulled out my phone to see I was getting a call from my uncle. “Mike something is wrong.” I told him.
“What’s wrong champ?” he asked.
“The Windigo is here. I saw him.” I said in a soft tone.
“Son, the Windego is fake, all we did was pull that prank on you a couple years ago so relax, see you later Wilson.”
The phone hung up. I remembered that night. I was only 11 at the time when my dad and uncle pulled a Windego prank on me, it had scarred me for life. I sat down on the couch and breathed. My mind was playing tricks on me, I knew I was just tired.
The sun was dying off into the night, I had set my bed up and laid down. 11:00 p.m. it read. “Great.” I thought. I soon fell asleep.
“Wake Up.”
I shot out of my bed covered in sweat and something thicker. I turned on the night light to see what was covering me. Blood dripped off my chest and my face. And there he was, the thing who stalked me. Standing in at the end of my bed was the Windego.
I rose up and yelled, “What do you want from me?” the thing spoke in a unnoticeable language. We sat there in silence as the room filled with its stench. I walked towards it, he vanished away into the night.
I knew then, I knew why it wanted to see me. I walked out into the night with rifle in hand, I knew what had to be done. I followed the tracks and found nothing. The snow was intensifying, my tracks were lost, I was lost into the night.
I knew I would want to share with family about my time in the mountains so I started to write in my journal
“Day one, I have made up good time, the mountains are in view. I have decided to sleep in a gas station’s parking lot due to how late it’s getting.”
I put my journal and flashlight away and pushed my seat all the way back; soon I drifted off into the night. I woke up to a strange noise, a knocking of sort. I stared at the window, then the clock.
“3:27 a.m.” it read. I looked outside one more time and decided it wasn’t important. I just went back to sleep.
I woke up at around 7:30 a.m. with the sun in my eyes. I hopped out of my truck and stretched for a little bit. I walked inside of the gas station to eat some breakfast. I had stuffed myself with bacon, potatoes and gravy.
I waved goodbye and walked out. I saw a missing persons sign on the door. I felt sorry when I looked at the picture. A whole family, a man, a woman, and a son, all of whom were missing. Then I stopped cold in my tracks.
A moose head was set next to my truck. I gagged a little and thought whoever had done this had another thing coming. I looked around the nearby area to find the person responsible. Sadly it wasn’t a person a found but rather, something.
As I was walking I could see a figure in the tree line. I started yelling at it to see the figure move. That, that thing was at least 8ft 7in. tall. Its walk was, inhuman. Its posture was unholy. And its body looked as if the devil himself had made it. Then, then I saw its face, a moose? I was completely freaked out now. I made a mad dash towards my truck and started to drive off.
“What the heck was that thing?” I thought. Then I realized what it was. The Windago, a Indian beast that was once a man. A monster that hunts down its prey and drives it insane. Then cannibalizes it.
I felt my stomach twist and turn throughout the drive that was left. I felt sweat dripping down my pale face. I knew if the Windigo had seen me, I was done for.
I finally made it to the cabin. I calmed down and started putting my stuff inside. The cabin was a decent size; it had several rooms including a bathroom, closet, and a kitchen. I felt my side vibrate, I pulled out my phone to see I was getting a call from my uncle. “Mike something is wrong.” I told him.
“What’s wrong champ?” he asked.
“The Windigo is here. I saw him.” I said in a soft tone.
“Son, the Windego is fake, all we did was pull that prank on you a couple years ago so relax, see you later Wilson.”
The phone hung up. I remembered that night. I was only 11 at the time when my dad and uncle pulled a Windego prank on me, it had scarred me for life. I sat down on the couch and breathed. My mind was playing tricks on me, I knew I was just tired.
The sun was dying off into the night, I had set my bed up and laid down. 11:00 p.m. it read. “Great.” I thought. I soon fell asleep.
“Wake Up.”
I shot out of my bed covered in sweat and something thicker. I turned on the night light to see what was covering me. Blood dripped off my chest and my face. And there he was, the thing who stalked me. Standing in at the end of my bed was the Windego.
I rose up and yelled, “What do you want from me?” the thing spoke in a unnoticeable language. We sat there in silence as the room filled with its stench. I walked towards it, he vanished away into the night.
I knew then, I knew why it wanted to see me. I walked out into the night with rifle in hand, I knew what had to be done. I followed the tracks and found nothing. The snow was intensifying, my tracks were lost, I was lost into the night.
