《Wild West Wendigo》 Entry 1 My wife gave me this journal so I could document our travels to the new land. We want to live there to have a new beginning, to do something that we haven¡¯t before. But we had to leave right before winter had started. I hate the winter. It¡¯s cold, miserable, and you can barely see 30 feet in front of you on a good day. I¡¯m not much of a cold person. I like to have a comfortable warmth and coolness to my days. Anyways, we are traveling several months and a couple hundred miles to get to our new home. We just started to pack, so we won¡¯t be on the move for a while. If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. Entry 2 We readied the horses and bulls after packing everything up. Our carriage is filled to the brim with nothing but clothes, food, and people. Mainly my wife and three kids. I put the yoke onto the bulls and had my two sons get onto the horses with their guns. I am still worried about this trip, and I don¡¯t want to leave this house just yet. My father left it to me after he had passed away, and it was heartbreaking when we had to sell it to even have a chance of living in the west. My wife is very adventurous, which is something I love about her, but I don¡¯t like making decisions like these so lightly. I still love her with my whole being, but I can¡¯t support the decision to justify it for myself. But I was spoken over. My kids agreed with my wife and practically forced me out the door so I could be ready to move. My gut and I don¡¯t like this change. It feels like something is going to go wrong, but I can¡¯t change my family¡¯s opinion so easily. I just hope we are making the right decision. If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. Entry 3 It has been about four days since my last entry, but we have been traveling and sleeping just fine on the trail we pave. I still have my reservations, but my family won¡¯t listen. They¡¯re stubborn just like my father, too pig headed to listen to reason. We met some other families about two days into our trip, but they looked¡­ worn and torn. Like something had come out and attacked them for food or something. They were composed of a mother and an eight year old son. The father wasn¡¯t anywhere to be seen. Their carriage was also very torn up, and it looked like they had packed for thirteen people instead of two. I began to brew questions in my mind, but I couldn¡¯t voice them so as to not upset these people after what they had possibly gone through. They Left without saying any words to us, only speaking in a tongue that sounded deranged. I kept my wife and daughter close after they left and told the boys to have their rifles ready at all times. We need to be more careful out here than we thought. A case of theft: this story is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation. Entry 4 I can¡¯t get used to this journal. It¡¯s been a week since my last entry and several more things have happened. Three days after meeting the mother and toddler son, we had run into a camp of some sort. It wasn¡¯t settlers, but indians. We stopped several feet away from their camp and I walked towards them, wondering if they were friendly and would let us pass through. Unlike our government, we like to be kind whenever we ought to be. The Indians of course came out, some holding bows, others with rifles, and they pointed them at me. I stopped in my tracks and raised my arms. I spoke loudly and said ¡®we only wish for safe passage. We ain¡¯t lookin¡¯ for trouble.¡¯ They must¡¯ve had someone who could understand me because after several minutes, the Indians lowered their weapons and, who I assumed was their leader, ushered my family and I into their camp. We made our way inside, but the Indians had another idea for us. The ones with rifles raised them again. An Indian came up and spoke in English ¡®why are you looking for safe passage? What have you seen?¡¯ I kept my composure and spoke up saying ¡®We only wish to spend the night here and be on our way. We sold our home to find a new place to live out west. But we are also being cautious because we saw a mother and child¡­ barely hanging on to their life. Their carriage was torn to shreds, and from the contents inside, it seems like they had more than two people with them. So please, let us take refuge for the night, I only want to protect my family. At any cost.¡¯ The English speaking Indian had walked away from us and spoke to their leader. After some deliberation the English speaking one came back and told me ¡®If you truly wish for your family¡¯s safety, then you, and you alone must join us in a ritualistic hunt for what had hurt the family you saw. If you deny this generous offer, then we must cast you out.¡¯ I had agreed to their terms. My family looked scared, but relieved. The English speaking one had come up to me and whispered ¡®If anything happens to you, you have my, and my tribe¡¯s word that they will be taken care of.¡¯ I looked at this Indian and thought him mad, but what would come the following days would make me understand why he had even suggested that Idea. They had gotten me ready for the ritual hunt, but they neglected to tell me what we were hunting for. They had bows, rifles, pistols, all kinds of weaponry. I had no clue what they wanted to hunt, but it would have to be something like a bear for us to have this much firepower. I didn¡¯t question it as I wanted to keep my family safe, no matter the cost. Stolen content warning: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. Entry 5 We had gone on several hunts over a few months, and we finally had caught the bear''s scent. They told me of a legend from their culture that they believe had caused the aftermath we had seen of the family from when we first set out. They call it a skinwalker, or wendigo, I can¡¯t say for sure which one since they sound like the same creature by their descriptions. But no matter which I face, I know I will most likely not come back to my family alive. We continued on through a dense forest in the middle of winter. I was freezing my balls off even with layers and layers of fur on me. I¡¯m writing to talk about how we have gotten lost in the woods, and that our food is running low. We have been hunting this creature for days now, faintly hearing screams and gusts of wind as something runs past us. This creature started to take some of the hunting party members one by one, going for the ones that were staying up to watch the rest. We had a party of thirty, now we have twenty. We lost ten men in just four nights. I had feared I would be the first to go, but it seems it wants the Indians first before it takes me. My sanity is slowly going. I can¡¯t think straight because of this hunt and the creature. I just want to see my wife and kids again if I am to die. Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original. Entry 6 More men have been taken. The Indians have confirmed that we are dealing with a wendigo, but we are under ten men now. Our rations ran out 3 days ago, and some of the Indians are looking at me, as if I am a meal. I never Sleep without my rifle or pistol now that things have been this tense for days. But they aren¡¯t the only hungry ones out here. My appetite is growing more and more and I fear I may make a mistake I don¡¯t want. We will be here forever at this rate, but I will not die before I see my family again. I will survive. Find this and other great novels on the author''s preferred platform. Support original creators! Entry 7 More people are gone. I haven''t slept in days. I keep hearing the creature in the woods all around us. It¡¯s just down to four of us now, and I can¡¯t wait any longer¡­ I need to eat. The creature is... fast. like nothing I have ever seen or heard. Faster than any horse I''ve ever ridden. Seems to be as fast as the wind if not more so. It seems to be the perfect hunter... and we became it''s prey. I can hear it whisper to me even now. I can''t get a head count. My eyes are too heavy, and my hands are too numb to even continue writing. but I''ll be damned if I don''t finish this fight for my family. This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it. Entry 8 I have been taking some of them during the night¡­ I¡¯m not better than the creature now¡­ My body is aching from eating another person, but I had to¡­ I had to survive. The creature hasn¡¯t come for a couple nights, but the English Speaking one hasn¡¯t noticed yet. He and I are all that¡¯s left. He''s sleeping currently and I find it to be the nest time to strike... I hope he tastes better than the others... This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it. Entry 9 My mind is¡­ gone. I ate the last of them¡­ three weeks ago. I can¡¯t handle the pain I am in right now. My body is becoming¡­ something else. I am fighting it for as long as I can¡­ but I am getting¡­ hungry. The hunger... It takes me from hunting party... to hunting party... I have no idea if they are from... other tribes? is that what they''re called. my mind is too far gone... I can only think of one thing when I find them... Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation. Entry 10: final entry Meat¡­ I need meat¡­ I see a camp¡­ full of meat¡­ A great fire burns, but night approaches¡­ I see little meat... running slower than me... i see many strong meat... ready to defend... I have no fear... I have my brethren with me¡­ we will attack the meat tonight¡­ oh... I see some one i... remember... she looks so... delicious... 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Question for readers This is not an actual chapter obviously, but I am curious. This story was supposed to be a short story, just a few Journal entries. Would anyone like for me to continue this story? I am not sure how I will continue this story, but I do my best to make this story better than what it is. I have a couple of ideas of what I can do, but It will be awhile before I do some more chapters. If we do continue the story, then I ask for some criticism for my writing style, and any errors I make. And please, do the same with my other story, Difference in Types. I am an amateur writer and am looking to get better at telling a story. I look forward to your engagment and decision. Have a great rest of your day! This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it.