The Curse Of Wendigo

It was a typical Sunday night for the Taylor family. Mom, dad, and their two kids, Emma and Michael, had just finished dinner and were settling in for a quiet evening at home.

But little did they know that their peaceful night was about to take a terrifying turn.

It started with a strange noise coming from the basement.

It sounded like something scratching against the walls, and it was getting louder by the minute. Dad, being the brave one, went down to investigate.

He descended the stairs cautiously, his heart pounding in his chest.

As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he saw movement out of the corner of his eye.

He spun around, but there was nothing there.

He took a deep breath and continued towards the source of the noise.

When he reached the basement door, he could hear something shuffling around on the other side.

He pushed the door open slowly and peered inside.

At first, he couldn't see anything. But then, out of the darkness, came a low growl.

Dad froze, his eyes widening in fear.
Then, he saw it.

It was a creature unlike anything he had ever seen before.

It was about the size of a large dog, with matted fur and glowing red eyes.
Its teeth were razor-sharp, and it moved with lightning-fast speed.

Dad backed away slowly, hoping to make it back up the stairs without alerting the creature.

But it was too late.
The monster had caught his scent, and it was coming for him.

Dad sprinted up the stairs, his heart racing as he heard the creature's footsteps behind him.

He burst through the door and slammed it shut, locking it behind him.

"What's going on down there?" Mom asked, looking up from her book.

Dad tried to catch his breath as he explained what he had seen. Mom's face paled, and the kids huddled together in fear.

They spent the rest of the night barricading the doors and windows, hoping to keep the creature out.

But it was no use.
The monster was too strong, and it was determined to get inside.

As the night wore on, the family could hear the creature scratching at the doors and windows, trying to break through.

They could hear its low growls and snarls, and they knew that it was getting closer and closer.

Just as they thought they were doomed, a loud bang echoed throughout the house.

The family huddled together, too afraid to move.
Then, they heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

The creature burst through the door, its eyes fixed on the family. But then, something strange happened.
The creature paused, as if confused.
Its eyes widened, and it took a step back.

And then, just like that, it was gone.

The family was left trembling with fear, unsure of what had just happened.

They searched the house from top to bottom, but there was no sign of the monster.

As they sat together in the living room, trying to make sense of what had just happened, they heard a knock at the door.
Dad got up to answer it, his heart still racing.

When he opened the door, he saw a man standing on the porch.

He was dressed in a strange black suit, and his eyes seemed to glow in the dark.

"Hello," the man said, his voice smooth and calm. "My name is Dr. Lewis. I'm with the National Security Agency, and I've been sent to investigate reports of strange creatures in the area."

Dad was skeptical, but he let the man inside.
Dr. Lewis explained that the creature the family had seen was a type of monster known as a wendigo, and that it had been terrorizing the area for weeks.

He went on to explain that the wendigo was a supernatural creature, believed to be a product of Native American folklore.

It was said to be a creature of hunger and cannibalism, and anyone who encountered it was said to be cursed.

Dr. Lewis explained that the wendigo had likely been attracted to the house because of some residual energy or negative emotions in the area.

He recommended that the family move out as soon as possible, and that they seek out a Native American shaman to cleanse the area.

The family was shaken but relieved to have an explanation for what had happened.

They quickly packed their belongings and left the house, never looking back.

Years later, the Taylor family still talked about that terrifying night.

They never forgot the creature that had invaded their home and the strange man who had come to investigate.

But they also never forgot the feeling of safety and protection that came from leaving that cursed house behind.

And though they may never fully understand what happened that night, they knew one thing for certain: they never wanted to encounter a wendigo again.

…whooff,
Hope I didn't surrender your heart on the basketball’s net?
Lol
My sister's heart sank into the bottom of her shoes on her part while proofreading, hahaha lol.

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