Wendigo: Part 2

The storm continues, the thunder roars louder, and Willow clings tightly to her mom’s arm as they hide in the attic. They remained still as they heard the footsteps coming from below.

“Mom I don’t want to die”

“You’re not going to die”

The footsteps grew faint as the creature entered a different room.

After minutes of searching, the creature grew impatient, He decided to draw them out by mimicking a familiar voice.

“Hello, Anybody here?”

Willow looked at her mom in confusion.

“That sounds like Officer Hughes, we’re saved”

Her mom was suspicious and didn’t trust it.

“Wait, Willow. Don’t!”

Willow opened the attic and the ladder dropped down. To her surprise, the face she saw was not Officer Hughes but the creature. It crawled on all fours at her, she backed up into her mother’s lap.

In disbelief of what she was seeing she froze. Her mom on the other hand grabbed the nearest object next to her; a ski pole and stabbed it in the chest. The creature shrieked but quickly recovered. It grabbed Willow’s leg and started dragging her, she screamed and reached for her mom. They both tried to hold on tightly but between Willow’s sweaty hands and the creature’s strength, they couldn’t hold a steady grip.

“WILLOW!”

Willow tried to hold tight to the floor by digging her nails into it, her fingers started to ache and bleed. The wood floors were old and chipping so she collected several splinters in her body before the creature took off running. Willow’s mom ran over to the ladder but they were gone. She sat in defeat as she just lost her daughter to a monster; nobody will believe her. They would all think Willow just ran away because of the issues between them. After all, she was the town’s “crazy lady”. Between that and her past drug history, nobody was going to take her seriously.

“My Willow, I’m so sorry. You always deserved a better mother.”

She cried, her tears fell as fast as the rain outside. Her anger was as unforgiving as lightning and her screaming as loud as the thunder. Hours after she calmed down; she decided to go looking for Willow.

She grabbed everything she could carry in her small duffle bag, a silver knife, her ex-husband's shotgun, holy oil, gasoline, and matches. She grabbed her jacket and keys and headed out the door into the storm.

“Stay alive honey, mommy’s coming”