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Catherine

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Just Creepy: Scary Stories
4 Truly Horrific WENDIGO Encounters | Native American Horror Stories

The sound was still faint, but I was certain I could hear it cresting over the mountain once again. The same quiet but desperate calls for help echoing off the abundant sea of trees that surrounded us. The incessant, wailing drone continued to roll over me, sending a new bout of nausea through my body. Yeah, I hear it too, Sylvia confirmed. Should one of us go check it out?

Just Creepy: Scary Stories
4 Truly Horrific WENDIGO Encounters | Native American Horror Stories

Someone might be in trouble out there. Yeah, Josh nodded in agreement. I can go see what the problem is. No, I shouted a bit too frantically. I don't think anyone else should go out there until Autumn comes back. Sylvia looked me dead in the eye and asked- Who is Autumn? Chills prickled at every inch of my clammy skin. Autumn! I yelled. Your girlfriend!

Just Creepy: Scary Stories
4 Truly Horrific WENDIGO Encounters | Native American Horror Stories

Someone might be in trouble out there. Yeah, Josh nodded in agreement. I can go see what the problem is. No, I shouted a bit too frantically. I don't think anyone else should go out there until Autumn comes back. Sylvia looked me dead in the eye and asked- Who is Autumn? Chills prickled at every inch of my clammy skin. Autumn! I yelled. Your girlfriend!

Just Creepy: Scary Stories
4 Truly Horrific WENDIGO Encounters | Native American Horror Stories

She went into the forest hours ago and she still isn't back. What the hell, Catherine? Sylvia spat at me. Having to be the third wheel on you and Josh's camping trip is bad enough without you making jokes about me having some imaginary disappearing girlfriend. Whatever joke you're trying to make seriously isn't funny.

Just Creepy: Scary Stories
4 Truly Horrific WENDIGO Encounters | Native American Horror Stories

She went into the forest hours ago and she still isn't back. What the hell, Catherine? Sylvia spat at me. Having to be the third wheel on you and Josh's camping trip is bad enough without you making jokes about me having some imaginary disappearing girlfriend. Whatever joke you're trying to make seriously isn't funny.

Just Creepy: Scary Stories
4 Truly Horrific WENDIGO Encounters | Native American Horror Stories

I turned to Josh, hoping he might back me up, but his usually supportive gaze conveyed only disappointment, as if I was truly making a joke at Sylvia's expense. It's not a joke, I insisted, and you aren't a third wheel. The five of us all agreed to come on this trip together.

Just Creepy: Scary Stories
4 Truly Horrific WENDIGO Encounters | Native American Horror Stories

I turned to Josh, hoping he might back me up, but his usually supportive gaze conveyed only disappointment, as if I was truly making a joke at Sylvia's expense. It's not a joke, I insisted, and you aren't a third wheel. The five of us all agreed to come on this trip together.

Just Creepy: Scary Stories
4 Truly Horrific WENDIGO Encounters | Native American Horror Stories

I pulled out my phone and frantically tapped at the screen, attempting to produce some kind of evidence to support my claims. Our group chat or a picture of all five of us together. Anything. Anything that could prove to my friends and to myself that I wasn't completely losing my grip on reality. It was dead. Of course it was. All our phones were probably dead by now.

Just Creepy: Scary Stories
4 Truly Horrific WENDIGO Encounters | Native American Horror Stories

I pulled out my phone and frantically tapped at the screen, attempting to produce some kind of evidence to support my claims. Our group chat or a picture of all five of us together. Anything. Anything that could prove to my friends and to myself that I wasn't completely losing my grip on reality. It was dead. Of course it was. All our phones were probably dead by now.

Just Creepy: Scary Stories
4 Truly Horrific WENDIGO Encounters | Native American Horror Stories

The gravity of the situation I had been denying all morning finally hit me. We were miles and miles away from civilization. All our phones were dead. There was something out there drawing us into the forest, and anyone who crossed the tree line was being forgotten. Autumn was gone, Mikey was gone, and Mikey had the car keys.

Just Creepy: Scary Stories
4 Truly Horrific WENDIGO Encounters | Native American Horror Stories

The gravity of the situation I had been denying all morning finally hit me. We were miles and miles away from civilization. All our phones were dead. There was something out there drawing us into the forest, and anyone who crossed the tree line was being forgotten. Autumn was gone, Mikey was gone, and Mikey had the car keys.

Just Creepy: Scary Stories
4 Truly Horrific WENDIGO Encounters | Native American Horror Stories

The insurmountable circle of trees that surrounded us felt like it was closing in on me. flooding our once idealistic campsite with a wave of dense, sticky dread that crept up my spine and tightly wound around my throat. I couldn't breathe. Whatever. Sylvia rolled her eyes. I'll let you guys spend some quality time together. I'm gonna go on a long walk, alone.

Just Creepy: Scary Stories
4 Truly Horrific WENDIGO Encounters | Native American Horror Stories

The insurmountable circle of trees that surrounded us felt like it was closing in on me. flooding our once idealistic campsite with a wave of dense, sticky dread that crept up my spine and tightly wound around my throat. I couldn't breathe. Whatever. Sylvia rolled her eyes. I'll let you guys spend some quality time together. I'm gonna go on a long walk, alone.

Just Creepy: Scary Stories
4 Truly Horrific WENDIGO Encounters | Native American Horror Stories

I wanted to reach out and stop her, but my feet felt like they were rooted to the ground. The sounds from the forest had faded once again, but the fear they had awoken in me still pulsed through my arteries. As I watched Sylvia's back sink into the treeline, I prayed once again that this was all just some horrible prank. Josh and I passed the remaining hours until sunset in silence.

Just Creepy: Scary Stories
4 Truly Horrific WENDIGO Encounters | Native American Horror Stories

I wanted to reach out and stop her, but my feet felt like they were rooted to the ground. The sounds from the forest had faded once again, but the fear they had awoken in me still pulsed through my arteries. As I watched Sylvia's back sink into the treeline, I prayed once again that this was all just some horrible prank. Josh and I passed the remaining hours until sunset in silence.

Just Creepy: Scary Stories
4 Truly Horrific WENDIGO Encounters | Native American Horror Stories

We sat side by side on a log, watching the treeline that Sylvia's body had sunk into. i could tell from josh's pursed lips and furrowed brow that he was upset and confused by my crazed outburst and he was worried about sylvia he wouldn't look at me he would only look straight forward at the forest i couldn't think of a single thing to say my body was paralyzed and my brain was foggy

Just Creepy: Scary Stories
4 Truly Horrific WENDIGO Encounters | Native American Horror Stories

We sat side by side on a log, watching the treeline that Sylvia's body had sunk into. i could tell from josh's pursed lips and furrowed brow that he was upset and confused by my crazed outburst and he was worried about sylvia he wouldn't look at me he would only look straight forward at the forest i couldn't think of a single thing to say my body was paralyzed and my brain was foggy

Just Creepy: Scary Stories
4 Truly Horrific WENDIGO Encounters | Native American Horror Stories

This all still felt to me like some odd dream, nothing that could exist in our realm of reality. I felt a tug toward the now too silent forest. My friends were in there, and I was the only person left to save them. Could I really just sit here and let them disappear? Could I walk away from Josh and leave him to come in after me?

Just Creepy: Scary Stories
4 Truly Horrific WENDIGO Encounters | Native American Horror Stories

This all still felt to me like some odd dream, nothing that could exist in our realm of reality. I felt a tug toward the now too silent forest. My friends were in there, and I was the only person left to save them. Could I really just sit here and let them disappear? Could I walk away from Josh and leave him to come in after me?

Just Creepy: Scary Stories
4 Truly Horrific WENDIGO Encounters | Native American Horror Stories

We sat there in silence watching the forest as the sun began to set and the orange sky began to burn into black. The tension in Josh's face began to ease. The worried creases on his forehead flattened out, and a thoughtless smile lifted the corners of his lips. He had forgotten. He had forgotten everything. The forest is so beautiful, isn't it? He asked me.