I was about ten when my grandfather told me this story. He always knew what it was, but he never knew what it truly was. The word ringed in his head like a bell, and it still lingers to this day...Wendigo.
It started when my grandfather went to a camp to learn about ancient traditions of the Native Americans, specifically the Algonquian peoples. They were the most widespread of all the native peoples.
"So, do any of آپ know the Wendigo?" Thomas, a friend of my grandfather's asked his کیبن mates.
"No. What is it?" My Grandfather asked Thomas nervously. He had heard the name before, but he didn't...
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