Barn Fire Wendigo Part 2

“What are you doing here Dancing Wolf?” I forced out the words as he tried to sit up.

“What you’re dealing with is no ordinary man or beast, it’s the Wendigo.” The aged man’s hands touched the railing of the bed as he spoke.

“I thought that the Wendigo was a myth, folklore, Native American myth.” My wife Angela said as she crossed her arms. She was very skeptical of mythological creatures, folklore, fairytales, or anything that didn’t have a logical explanation.

“It’s more than a myth my dear ones. Your family is in grave danger. My tribe has come face to face with this creature before. It usually lurks within the mountains of Huntswood, but every once in awhile when the winters are cold and food runs scarce, it comes down from the mountains and searches for prey. It especially targets human prey.”

Dancing Wolf’s words were enchanting. They felt tall and imaginative. The words didn’t feel real, and at the same time, how could we explain what we saw last night.

“The mountains are at least fifty miles away from us, how could it travel so far without it being noticed?” I asked.

“The Wendigo has powerful supernatural abilities. It very fast and can disguise itself as people or animals if needed be.” Dancing wolf said firmly.

“How do we stop this thing from killing more of our livestock?” I asked.

“It’s not just your livestock that is at risk, it’s you and your family that is at risk.” Dancing wolf put a hand on my shoulder as he said this.

“Okay, how can we kill this thing before it hurts my family AND my livestock?”

I emphasized the livestock part, not that my family wasn’t important, but my livestock was important to me. Almost as much as my family was to me. I live off my livestock and my farm. It’s how I’m able to provide for my family.

“Do you know how crazy this sounds??” My wife yelled. “We don’t even know what this thing is! It could’ve been a bear or a mountain lion!”

“Have you ever seen those things start a fucking fire before Angela?” I couldn’t help but raise my voice. “I’m the one that saw the damn thing! Did you???”

“All I saw was the fire and you passing out!”

“It was on the roof, clear as day! A thing that had long legs and long arms, long fingers and toes, huge teeth, bald head! It was thin, but fucking massive!”

“You were hallucinating from heat stroke!”

“I was not!”

Dancing Wolf took an Ocarina and played a few notes to get us to stop us from fighting.

“Now. This is a side effect of the Wendigo.”

“What is? I said as I felt pain in my chest as I laid back down.

“Driving a wedge between loved ones. This is what they do. I ask that you stop fighting and listen to what I have to say.”

“I’m listening.” My wife said reluctantly.

“There is one way to kill this creature that way is to behead the creature. Fire hurts the creature. Blessing the house keeps the Wendigo at bay for a little bit of time, but it doesn’t make it go away permanently. The Wendigo does not come out during the day time. Fill your house and barn with blessed imagery and mementos to protect yourself.”

“What are the things that we shouldn’t do?” I asked anxiously.

“I know some of these things sound extreme, but it’s important not to do it. Do not call out the Wendigo. Do not leave around rotting meat or dead bodies for long especially at night. Do not wander off alone at night. Do not play music or anything about death or killing. Do not leave doors wide open, because this is an open invitation for the Wendigo.”

“How am I supposed to take care of my business? I need to be able to take care of my livestock.” I said in an anxious tone.

“That is going to have to wait until we take care of this problem. You don’t want to put your family at risk.” Dancing Wolf said in a serious tone. I looked at his painted face and feathered and beaded hair and I couldn’t believe what was happening to me.

“I want this to stop, now” I said in a serious tone.

“ I have someone who will help us.” Dancing wolf walked towards the door and nodded towards someone to come in.

To be continued…

I Have an Obsession With the Paranormal (Especially Post Mortem Pictures)- An Old Ghost Story V

“Kevin, Joe, wait up! Wait!” I panted as I ran as fast as I could from the little girl in the church.

I could hear them both running up ahead, brushing past the trees and brush in total darkness. I had my flashlight on and only that did so much in this impenetrable blackness. I couldn’t see three feet in front of me without the faint light of the flashlight. The sounds of running stopped and all I could hear was my heartbeat in my ears.

“Guys, where are you? GUYS!?”

I kept running forward into the brush. I could hear whispering in the distance, very faint. I couldn’t tell if it was Kevin or Joe or something truly spectral.

“Kevin? J-joe? Please be there.”

I started to shake uncontrollably as I felt this presence with me. It was all around me, suffocating me. The air around me was heavy and dank with the smell of rotting meat and sulfur. My heart started pounding harder and faster as the smell grew thicker by the second. Out of the blackness I could hear laughter, and that laughter was literally right next to my left ear. It was the laugh of an older woman, it sounded almost demonic. I bolted out of there as soon as the laughter fell upon my ears.

“Jacob! We’re over here!” Joe, or what I thought was Joe yelled from what sounded like twenty yards away. I ran into the direction of the voice, but there was nothing there. Something was playing with me, playing with my mind. Now it was impersonating my friend. I turn around to flash my light upon the girl again, only this time she was covered in flies.

“Am I pretty?” She said in a borderline demonic voice. I screamed at the top of my lungs and ran as far away from the creature as I could.

Suddenly I made it to the trail again and I was back in front of the church. I looked at the church to see that it was filled with people, but they were already dead. They stood at the stairs of the church, dressed in Victorian era clothing. Men, women, and a large amount of children. All of their eyes were a deep fire engine red, glowing menacingly at me. All of them opened their mouths to speak, or perhaps to sing and ear shattering moans fell upon my ears. It was almost deafening. Flies began to cover the people at the church’s steps.

I turned around and bolted down the path. At this point I was crying, I was beyond frightened. Then out of the blackness I see Joe and Kevin! They were alright, thank god, but something was off. Their eyes were bloodshot and dilated and their skin was shiny and glowing a ghostly white.

“Kevin, Joe! Where have you been? I have been looking everywhere!” I panted and cried as I talked.

“What? Where have you been? We were looking everywhere for you.” Kevin said in a monotone voice. Joe stood there silently like a stiff board, unmoving and unchanging.

“You guys have got to snap out of it! Please snap out of it!” I desperately tried to get both of their attention.

“You took the pictures. You weren’t supposed to do that.” Joe said and grinned widely.

“Oh my god, stop this nightmare!” I screamed. They both began to laugh and I ran off up the tedious path in the woods.

“You can’t run forever!” They both yelled to me in altered voices. It couldn’t have been them, it was playing with me again.

I sprinted up the path and I didn’t hear or see a single thing after what happened back there with the so called Joe and Kevin. I was only 6 and I had never experienced anything like this before, not even in my worst nightmare. I made it back to both of the house! I made it back to the house! The dead silence changed back to the sound of insects and critters moving around in the woods. Everything was back to normal. I go to the back porch and I see Kevin and Joe! They looked normal! They were both sitting there, waiting for me.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Joe asked in a concerned tone.

“We almost woke up mom and dad to have them call the police so we could find you.” Kevin said.

“I saw some serious shit tonight. I don’t know if I’ll ever sleep again after what happened. When you guys disappeared, I saw, heard, and felt things that I can’t explain.” I didn’t realize I was still crying after everything that I experienced that night.

“What happened back there?” Joe asked.

I told them everything that happened to me. With every detail I told them, they grew more and more pale and shaky. I started to feel better as I told my best friends about the spectral beings that terrified me in the woods.

“I saw something too.” Kevin said.

“S-so did I.” Joe struggled to get the words out.

“Really? What did you guys see?”

To be continued…

Survivor of Jason Vorhees (Fan fiction)

Hi everyone, my name is Ted. I was a counselor at camp Pack-a-nack years and years ago, the camp that sat on Crystal Lake, I’m sure you’ve heard of it. With all of the tragedies that have happened there, there’s no way that someone could not have heard of it. I was just a teenager when I was a counselor, only 17 at the time. I’m a survivor of the Friday the 13th massacre, me and Ginny are. Ginny took the brunt of what that monster Jason Vorhees did. Paul didn’t make it, he sacrificed himself to save Ginny. Me, I was getting wasted at the local bar in town and hanging around the ladies while my friends and bosses got hacked away. I’m still shaken by it to this day.

I’m 54 now. I don’t keep in touch with the others that survived at the bar with me, they don’t understand how this has affected me. Ginny is the only one I really talk to about this whole thing. Ginny is one of the only people I really talk to and trust. We’re close friends and have been for a few decades. You’re probably wondering why I’m writing this now, so many years later, after so many Friday the 13ths have passed. Well, in the newspaper there was an advertisement hiring camp counselors for Camp Timberwood on Crystal Lake. I was originally going to leave it alone since camps and summer get aways have been destroyed one year after another, but then I found out that my niece was going to be a counselor.

“Ginny, we need to stop them. That place is cursed!” I slammed the paper down on the oak table. I was furious.

“How can we? People are going to continue to try to open camp there. No matter what we say or do it won’t make a difference.” Ginny sighed and took a sip from her white coffee cup. Her aged eyes looked up at me, tired and worn out.

“We can’t sit here and do nothing!” I began to pace back and forth, thinking about what to do.

“I don’t know what to say Ted. It doesn’t matter how many people die, they’re going to-“

“MY NIECE IS A COUNSELOR! I don’t want that fucker to take her. Now I never had any kids, but I love my niece like as if she was my daughter. I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to her.” I ran my hand through my salt and peppered hair.

“I couldn’t live with myself when Paul was killed. I still can’t.” Ginny said somberly.

“You have to help me, please. You’re all I’ve got left. No one is going to believe me.” I pleaded in desperation.

“Okay, okay I’ll help you.”

“I say that we take this to the courthouse and get them to shut down the camp,” I stated confidently.

“They’re not going to do that unless if you find proof that the camp is unsafe.” Ginny took another sip of her coffee.

“We need to find proof that Jason is still out there.” I said in a sense of urgency.

I stopped pacing and stood in front of the table in the dining room. The soft sound of birds chirping started to calm me down. I looked out the window over the table and looked over the neatly groomed yard and woods in the background. I took a deep breath and took in that moment that I realized that I wasn’t entirely alone.

“Well, Jason is supposedly dead, for good from what I have heard. He’s supposedly either at the bottom of the lake, or buried next to his mom. There have been so many stories out there one what has happened to him I don’t even know what is true anymore. He could be in space for all I know.” Ginny chuckled.

“I know someone that can get us into the camp without us rising any suspicion at all.”

“Alright. I’m in.”

To be continued…

(This is a fan fiction of Friday the 13th. The story idea is my own, but Friday the 13th credit belongs to the original writers, producers, makers, etc. This is all for fun! enjoy the story as I go with it.)