In Native American mythology, the wendigo is a terrible creature that is birthed during the long winter months, when food is scarce and the hunger pangs set in. When a starving person sinks to the point of consuming his fellow-man, he, in turn, is consumed by the wendigo, a tall, gaunt monster with blood-stained claws and the touch of frost. The wendigo is born from the man’s hunger and is never satiated in its lust for man-flesh. The original victim, the one who birthed the wendigo and was consumed by the demon of his own self, lies trapped within the wendigo’s heart of ice, consumed by his own lusts, conscious only of a hunger that is never sated…
“The only things left of the corpses was blood, bone, and clothes. The police are calling this a ‘brutal cannibalistic attack.’ The perpetrator of this terrible, terrible crime has not yet been found. The statewide search has been temporarily halted due to weather conditions. The state has declared a state of emergency, and the FBI will be taking over the investigation as soon as the weather clears up. Back to you, Anderson.”
You get up off the couch and head into the kitchen and check the cupboards and fridge. Cheese, ketchup, and spices are all that greet you. Glancing out the window, you see that the snow is still falling. Earlier, the weatherman said that it was three feet, five in some areas. He was quite adamant about not leaving the house until the next day. But you’re starving. The last time you ate was this morning. Sighing, you head back to the den. Maybe a movie will be on somewhere.
Your stomach growls loudly. You try to ignore it, but it does it again. You think about the cannibal who’s out there somewhere. He could be crouching at your door. Your stomach growls again. You think about your brother, sleeping upstairs. You’re stomach rumbles again, really loud this time. It sounds like some great monster. You are very hungry. Again, you think of your brother. Asleep. Upstairs. Your stomach snarls viciously. You are very hungry. You begin to sweat.