Beware The Wendigo
Flesh-eater of the Forests
Darkness consumes my vision. A beating vibration like a heartbeat pounds away in my mind. I feel the Wendigo’s presence, yet I am bodiless, nothing more substantial than my thoughts.
“You cannot destroy me, Lukas,” says the Wendigo.
Its words are deep and resonant, not human like, but surprisingly easy to understand. I dare not …