“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.
“Isaac, the barn is on fire!” my wife yelled as she burst through the bedroom door.
“Aw shit, are you sure?” I jumped up.
“Look!” She ran to the bedroom window to the left of the bed, above the oak dresser and low and behold, the old barn was ablaze. The 1876 barn was ablaze.
“Fuck! Megan! Call 911! Hurry! Get the kids up!” I screamed as I bolted out the door.
“What about the animals?” She cried.
“I’ll take care of that, just call 911 and get the kids up” I commanded firmly.
She ran out the door, down the hall towards the bedrooms and I ran down the blue carpeted stairs to the back door. I grabbed our large hose at the edge of the old farmhouse and turned on the water, running towards the barn as fast as I could. I could feel my heart pumping into my chest to my throat, my palms covered in sweat, my legs and feet were shaky, my stomach in knots, I thought I would lose control of my body.
I ran up to the barn with the end of the hose exploding with water and began to spray down the barn. It was so hot that even being near it made my skin burn. I sprayed down the door so I could control the flames enough so I could get in there to help the animals escape. The two story farmhouse was starting to crackle and pop as the flames grew in size. The cows, horses, chickens, pigs, goats, and other animals cried out of fear and terror.
“Shit, come on! Work, work!” I yelled, fighting for the lives of the innocent livestock.
I continued to spray the hose on the burning barn, but the flames still continued to grow larger. A large plume of flames burst through the door of the doors of the barn, pushing me far back. Splinters from the barn cut my face and hands.
“No! No no no!” I sat up.
Animals began to run out of the barn, and yet it was a truly awful sight. Some were on fire, some were charred beyond belief, some were covered in splinters, and others were covered in bloody slashes. Only a few came out unscathed. A loud screech could be heard from the barn. It was something I have never heard in my life before, something from a nightmare. A pair of bright white eyes were visible in the open window on the top front on top of the barn. I turn around and see two fire trucks pull up behind me. I look back up to the window and the eyes are gone. I feel myself growing faint, things started to go dark. I just couldn’t fight the feeling.
My body collapsed to the ground.
The next thing I know I wake up in a hospital bed with bandages on my arms and forehead.
“Whoa, why am I in the hospital?” My wife and two adult children and two preteen child was there.
“Megan, David, Lily, Joseph, Hannah! Ah! You’re all here. Even Grandma and Grandpa are here!” I felt a sense of warmth and relief as I saw them here with me at the hospital.
“You suffered some third degree burns and inhaled some of the smoke from the fire, causing you to pass out. You’re going to be okay! You just need to rest for a little bit.” My wife said with her sweet voice.
“That was really scary Daddy.” Hannah said as she ran up to me and hugged me. Her blonde hair spilled onto my arms as I held her.
“We’re glad that you’re okay son, you gave us a little bit of a scare going out there so close to the barn.” My dad said. My dad aka grandpa rarely expressed his emotions, so this really meant a lot to him if he said something like this.
“So, what happened to the barn? Has it burned to the ground?”
“Well, at least 65% of it is gone hun. We’re going to have rebuild most of it.” My wife said in a pitiful tone.
“What caused the fire?” I scratched my head and wondered why it could’ve been because the barn was up to code.
“It’s still under investigation, but what the firefighters did find was the gas line was slashed.” My wife nodded.
“What about the animals?” I asked anxiously. “Did any of them make it?”
“Well, there’s a serious issue with that. None of them made it.” My wife was somber.
“What?” My jaw dropped. “How is that possible? I could’ve sworn I saw a few escape unscathed!” I yelled. Everyone looked at me, startled by how loudly I yelled.
“I’m, sorry.” I sighed. “How did it happen?”
“Well some of the animals burned to death as you know, some of them died from penetration of the splinters or inhalation of the smoke, others died from these gashes and cuts that no one really knows where they came from. Someone thinks that maybe a bear or maybe even a timber wolf or coyote might’ve gotten to some of the animals. However, I have never seen gashes like this before.” My wife kept pondering on how the other animals died.
“It wasn’t a bear, nor a wolf or coyote, it was The Wendigo.” An elder man in Native American garb walked into the hospital room.
“Dancing wolf!” Hannah ran to the man known as Dancing wolf and gave him a hug. He smiled and hugged her back.
With how everything has been over the past few months, why not share a few laughs with a few zombie memes? It’s silly, horror themed for the horror fam, and some of them are just so darn cute! Let’s take a moment from the stressful news and brighten up your day with something silly (possibly bringing things that were once dead in the meme world… double the undead process!!)
Oh no honey this has nothing to do with bath salts… the first step to recovery is acceptance and you must accept that you are a zombie. 😂
Who keeps calm anymore????? I don’t!!!
I hope you enjoyed this short bit of funnies! Stay safe and have a wonderful evening.
It might be only September, but does that really matter? Hell no! Halloween, aka spooky season is here! Decor, movies, candy galore? It’s never too early to get excited for Halloween, it’s also never too early nor too late for the funnies! Here we go!
“I don’t like horror movies.”
…. awkward *eye twitches*
I freaking hate it when this happens! That’s why you should never wash your mask Jason!
It’s never too early for Halloween dammit!!!
This sounds like a fun project for the whole family! (Your neighbors will love you and appreciate you for this)! 😁
This is what horror villains do for fun! 😂
Oh my gosh they are just so VERY “friendly”! Uh… Hm…
Here’s the truth about vampires and why they’re not fun to be with: they all suck!
Hey, it’s what I do! It really does work! 👍
If it makes you happy and it doesn’t hurt anyone, then why not? (Unless if you enjoy killing people like Jason Vorhees or Michael Myers… *gulp*).
The definition of Creepypasta can have emphasis and class, right?