House Near the Woods
My name is Jeff. I lived in rural Montana through my childhood and teen years. There weren't many people who lived near us. We lived by a big woods. Yeah, I like that word. Woods. Very self-explanatory.
My dad cared more about the many weapons and firearms than he did me and my mother, and kept them in good shape as best as he can. I should probably be thanking him right now.
I spent a lot of time on the internet, it was all I could do. When you're isolated, there isn't much you can do. I came across the legend of the Wendigo, and it was supposed to live in my area. I just laughed it off as a joke every time I heard about it. I don't make that kind of mistake anymore.
Basically the Wendigo was supposed to be a monster formed when humans started cannibalizing other people. Slowly, the person would turn into the Wendigo.
The summer when I was 12 years old, my father showed me how to load, use, and clean all of his firearms. He showed me how to use his knives to kill small game, and how to skin the meat off. I never got to ask my dad how to use anything again, because he was hit the one time a car actually did come near our house. He did not survive. I have a feeling the Wendigo had something to do with this evil thing.
The summer when I was 16, my mother went to the closest town to visit my family. The town was about 80 miles away, so I offered to stay home and protect and take care of the animals. My mother agreed, and left on the morning of June 21, a day that is burned into my mind.
My dad had a pair of binoculars, which he had shown me how to use before he died. They were my favorite pair of his, and I kept them clean all the time. The reason for that is, he was looking out of them when he got hit by the car.
So I liked to use them to watch around the house, outside.
One day, I saw a hunter who was hunting on my property. So I took my dad's advice, and began to take aim with his scoped rifle at the hunter. As I was taking the shot, I saw a creature that looked like a slouched over dog. But it had unusually long arms, sharp yellowish teeth, and was shaggy all over. Come to think of it, why the hell didn't I even start to panic?
The hunter saw it, and of course he shot at it. It screamed with one of the worst voices I have ever heard. I still cringe and want to cry from fear just thinking about it. Then, about 15 seconds later, I saw a top and bottom to the hunter in each hand. In another 15 seconds, the body was completely gone.
Then it looked at me. I don't mean it was guessing I was near there, I mean it looked INTO MY EYES. But I was at least 100 yards away, how could it have seen me?
Well, there was no time to think about it now. It was walking in my direction. I think it was just trying to intimidate me.
Imagine for a second: a cannibalistic monster who can kill you before you have time to scream is WALKING after you. You know it will kill you, and it knows that too.
I grabbed my dad's prized shotgun, and locked every door and window in that whole damned house. I then opened the upstairs window, and saw it was just outside, staring at me. I fell asleep, right then and there. I didn't mean to.
When I woke up, I heard a crash downstairs. I knew it was either me or it. So I went charging in. It slashed my arm pretty good, but I blew off its arm. I heard that horrible scream right in my ear. I guess it transferred some memories with the scream, because I know where these things came from.
There was a planet called Straitsed, and these things grew and bred humans just to eat them. There was a food shortage though, so everyone went to someplace else. This thing had gotten lucky. It had found a planet full of humans.
That was all I got, It ran away after that, and I never saw it again.
I moved to Florida, to get away from that house. I recently got a letter saying that my mother died, she had been cannibalized. I have booked a flight to Montana, and am not leaving there until I finish what needs to be finished.
Credited to Johhny65
Originally uploaded on April 22, 2012
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