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I have three Wendigo stories for you this week! Have a story you would like me to narrate? Send them to [email protected] Tip me via PayPal: paypal.me/JDeverell Check out my Teespring store: https://teespring.com/stores/james-st... Patreon:   / jamesdeverell   Links to my podcast Deliver Us: https://deliverus.podbean.com https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast... Transcript Excerpts: “Do you believe in Wendigo's", I asked my mum later that evening while she was making dinner in the kitchen. My mum looked up at me sharply as though pricked with a needle. First of all, she was already surprised that I will be hanging around in the kitchen while she made dinner. I never did that. I was more like the son who spent most of his time in his room on his phone or playing video games. So, seeing me comfortably seated in the kitchen was an unusual development. Then hearing me ask about Wendigos threw her off balance and she glared at me suspiciously like I wasn’t okay. “Boy, you mean the mythical creatures with horns and bones and all, said to feed on human flesh?" She asked me, that’s if I remember correctly her exact question. My mum answered me saying she believes in the existence of anything, whether ghosts, demons, or mythical creatures. She said if the world could exist, then other things equally could. Her answer didn’t quite sit right me. But this time, I didn’t argue. I let it go. The creek had a secluded section with electric fishes that glowed in the dark. Before the creek ordeal in the day, I had promised my sisters that I will be going to the creek at night to get some pictures of the glowing fishes. Within me, I was already skeptical about going to the creek again, but my sisters kept reminding me about the pictures I had to take. At some point, I got angry at myself for feeling like a little kid scared of monsters hiding under his bed or lurking in the closet. I stood looking at the mirror giving myself two small slaps, reminding myself that what I saw was a figment of my imaginations. And to fully convince myself, I set out for the creeks with nothing but a torchlight and my phone. A decision I still regret to this moment. Sometime around 7 pm, I wasn’t quite sure of the exact time. I had put on my jacket as it was slightly chilly and set out into the woods. My heart was racing but I tried so hard to quieten it. It failed anyway. I threaded the woods like I was going for a jog. Partly because I was afraid of the shadows, and the other part was I wanted to look unbothered. I forced my mind to focus on every other thing but the fact that I was out at night, alone in the woods, and possibly going to be mauled by something I wasn’t sure of. My tactic was working but suddenly, I heard a twig snap. I knew it wasn’t from me. I had heard it from a distance. I wanted to ignore it but I also heard what sounded like the ruffling of dried leaves. I stopped in my tracks and looked around, even though I was too scared to. The hair on my body stood straight like someone electrocuted. The same eerie and cold feeling I had felt during the day settled in me again, weighing at my chest. I couldn’t quite explain it but the feeling was like I had knots in my stomach.