Ian Epperson

What scares me is getting stuck really late at night in an unfamiliar town at some intersection that has an inexplicable red light that shouldn't even be red because there's no one around for miles.

It's three in the morning and yet there I am, the engine idling and the seconds are ticking and I'm looking to the left and looking to the right in the shadows.

At that moment, I'm always convinced that I've been set up by the forces of darkness.

And this is the moment when something is going to come out of the dark at my car.

And that thing is going to be, I don't know, let's just say the Wendigo.

Sure.