“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…