Wendigo
“For the panic of the wilderness called to him in that far voice—the power of untamed distance, the desolation that destroys. He knew in that moment all the pains of someone hopelessly and irretrievably. He had seen the Wendigo.” -Algernon Blackwood, “The Wendigo”. *** Four of us went up: Shawna, Eric, Karina, and me. I’m the only one who came back. The trip was Shawna’s idea to begin with. She said, “It’s been years since we all went up to the old house like when we were kids. Why don’t we make a weekend of it?” “We” in this case should have been her, me, and Paul, but of course this time it would be just the two of us. I guess she brought Eric to make up the difference. I didn’t mind: I’d known …