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Catherine

๐Ÿ‘ค Speaker
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Just Creepy: Scary Stories
4 Truly Horrific WENDIGO Encounters | Native American Horror Stories

I tried to follow the sound back to our campsite, but it seemed to pulsate from every direction, bleeding through every inch of the forest, making me completely unsure of where I was going.

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

help it cried over and over again until the word tangled in on itself and lost all meaning when i finally reached camp it was just in time to see josh's silhouette disappear into the tree line i screamed after him but it was too late he was gone i had only one choice left i had to go in after him i sprinted past our deserted tents and into the dense tree line

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

help it cried over and over again until the word tangled in on itself and lost all meaning when i finally reached camp it was just in time to see josh's silhouette disappear into the tree line i screamed after him but it was too late he was gone i had only one choice left i had to go in after him i sprinted past our deserted tents and into the dense tree line

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

Twisted branches seemed to come at me from every direction, scratching my face and arms as I sprinted deeper and deeper into the dark forest. ''Josh! Josh!'' I called again and again until my voice turned hoarse and unrecognizable. I could feel my breath becoming more and more desperate and erratic, but I had no time to rest or slow down.

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

Twisted branches seemed to come at me from every direction, scratching my face and arms as I sprinted deeper and deeper into the dark forest. ''Josh! Josh!'' I called again and again until my voice turned hoarse and unrecognizable. I could feel my breath becoming more and more desperate and erratic, but I had no time to rest or slow down.

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

I had to find Josh before it was too late, before he disappeared into the forest forever. The mountain was steeper on this side descending into a cliff that jutted out in odd uncontrollable angles. I hung onto the trees to keep myself upright scanning the impenetrable darkness for any signs of movement. At one point

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

I had to find Josh before it was too late, before he disappeared into the forest forever. The mountain was steeper on this side descending into a cliff that jutted out in odd uncontrollable angles. I hung onto the trees to keep myself upright scanning the impenetrable darkness for any signs of movement. At one point

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

I thought I saw something move out of the corner of my eye, but when I scrambled my way over to the shape, it was just another pile of fallen bricks, more remnants of what had been lost on this mountain. My legs felt numb and uncontrollable, and I was too disoriented to catch myself as one of my ankles twisted and I fell blindly.

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

I thought I saw something move out of the corner of my eye, but when I scrambled my way over to the shape, it was just another pile of fallen bricks, more remnants of what had been lost on this mountain. My legs felt numb and uncontrollable, and I was too disoriented to catch myself as one of my ankles twisted and I fell blindly.

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

i could feel the impact of sharp rocks and branches as my body flipped and rolled down the side of the mountain stopping only when my leg snagged under a boulder and pulled my limp body to a halt with a jolt of excruciating pain i felt myself cry out with uncontrollable pain and rage i couldn't stop the pitiful sobs that racked my broken mangled body as i lay helpless in the dark deserted forest

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

i could feel the impact of sharp rocks and branches as my body flipped and rolled down the side of the mountain stopping only when my leg snagged under a boulder and pulled my limp body to a halt with a jolt of excruciating pain i felt myself cry out with uncontrollable pain and rage i couldn't stop the pitiful sobs that racked my broken mangled body as i lay helpless in the dark deserted forest

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

I stared up at the beautiful starry sky, and I blindly felt my way down to my wound. I was met with hot, wet blood, torn fabric, and something sharp. I know now that I was feeling my protruding bone, but back then, my brain refused to even consider this. I couldn't fathom it. I couldn't fathom any of it. Tears stung my eyes. I was stuck.

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

I stared up at the beautiful starry sky, and I blindly felt my way down to my wound. I was met with hot, wet blood, torn fabric, and something sharp. I know now that I was feeling my protruding bone, but back then, my brain refused to even consider this. I couldn't fathom it. I couldn't fathom any of it. Tears stung my eyes. I was stuck.

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

There was no way I could make it to safety, and everyone I had brought with me onto this cursed mountain was now gone. I cried and begged for help for what felt like eternity. I screamed with pitiful, high-pitched desperation until my words tangled in on each other and lost all meaning. I don't know how long I was there, alone on the side of the mountain.

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

There was no way I could make it to safety, and everyone I had brought with me onto this cursed mountain was now gone. I cried and begged for help for what felt like eternity. I screamed with pitiful, high-pitched desperation until my words tangled in on each other and lost all meaning. I don't know how long I was there, alone on the side of the mountain.

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

It was probably only an hour, but it felt like days. My wailing became subconscious, just something that happened with every haggard breath I took. I winced every time I heard the pitiful, inhuman cries for help, but I could not seem to bring myself to stop. All I could seem to do was listen as the strange, broken creature continued to cry.

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

It was probably only an hour, but it felt like days. My wailing became subconscious, just something that happened with every haggard breath I took. I winced every time I heard the pitiful, inhuman cries for help, but I could not seem to bring myself to stop. All I could seem to do was listen as the strange, broken creature continued to cry.

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

I didn't hear the sound of approaching feet until it was almost on top of me. Then, finally, a figure emerged from between the trees. I thought my broken mind might be playing tricks on me until the figure came closer and I could make out a face. It was Mikey. It was so odd, I barely even recognized him at first. He looked like a complete stranger or someone I had not set eyes on in several years.

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

I didn't hear the sound of approaching feet until it was almost on top of me. Then, finally, a figure emerged from between the trees. I thought my broken mind might be playing tricks on me until the figure came closer and I could make out a face. It was Mikey. It was so odd, I barely even recognized him at first. He looked like a complete stranger or someone I had not set eyes on in several years.

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

He just stood there for a moment, staring at me, and I wasn't even sure if he could see my face in the darkness. I heard screaming. He muttered so softly I could barely hear the words. Mikey. I finally managed to croak out into the empty air between us. It's me, Catherine.