Wendigoon

I was just looking up there.

Also, how does that look?

Did you turn your screen brightness up all the way?

You can't even tell.

Not on this one.

My bad.

I expected her project to be as unremarkable as her, and perhaps that's why I was so profoundly disturbed by what I witnessed that night.

Olivia had submitted two discs for some reason, so I began with the one marked, Interview.

My screen hiccuped twice before a grainy image of a living room came into view.

The place was a hoarder's hell.

Olivia was curled up in an armchair, clutching a notebook and looking like a scared animal.

Across from her sat a man with a somber countenance, smoking a cigarette and staring at her expectantly.

go ahead woman's voice whispered from behind the camera livia's owlish eyes flashed towards the screen back to the man i am here with my great uncle stephen she began almost inaudibly he's going to tell us about his oldest memories from being in the army great uncle stephen looked like he'd rather be in the damn trench at the moment

but he waited patiently for the questions to begin.

Not surprisingly, Olivia read verbatim from the suggested question sheet I had handed out to the students.

He answered her curtly.

Once or twice, I heard her mother whisper.

From behind the camera.

Typical boring shit.

So I was intrigued when Olivia sat down the notebook and asked, Did you like being in the army?