Snowfall Valley
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Horror/Thriller › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,853
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0
Recommended:
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The Wendigo
Snowfall episode 3: Wendigo
“Matt, honey, it’s bedtime!” The young Hispanic woman called to her young son as she put down her briefcase and took her long black hair out of its tight no-nonsense bun. “I mean it, young man!”
“No! I’m not sleepy! I’m not going to bed!” Matt called in a singsong voice from his room. He was a wild child through and through and there was nothing his mother could do about it, infact, she was about to find out how truly powerless she was to stop his behavior.
“I will give you a beating if you don’t get down from there and go to bed!” Rita Quehano called to her son, kicking off her smart blue heels and starting on her way up to her son’s room. She sighed; Claire Kensington had never been this difficult even if her parents had been obnoxious. As she sighed and pushed open the door, she found her son sitting on the floor, the family dog while it was still alive with a pocket knife. The color drained from her face. “Matt…what have you done?”
Matt simply grinned at her and turned the animal’s head sharply, snapping its neck. “Look, mama! His insides are coming out! Just like the dead boy they found in the Kennedy crypt!”
“That’s horrible! Where did you hear that story!?” She grabbed his shoulders, shaking him, tears filling her eyes as she trembled.
“He’s standing right behind you, mama!” He grinned, pointing at thin air behind her. When Rita turned her head, she saw nothing but the wall.
“There’s nothing there, Matt…We need to get you some help and fast!” Rita sobbed.
“Oh but there’s no help for me now, mama….The boy told me if I ate human flesh, I could become a mighty monster! I think I’ll eat yours!” and before Rita could react, Matt was upon her, slicing at her throat with his knife, he gouged her eyes, he slit her jugular vein, he moved the knife down and pierced her heart. When he knew she was dead, he took the knife and carved out her kidney, grinning twistedly as he began to eat it, raw and bloody. The blood dribbled down his chin and neck as he ate.
No sooner had he eaten his second or third bite, though, a change took place in him and his eyes widened, becoming red with no pupils, grey fur sprouted from his face, arms, legs and back and his canine teeth grew long and vicious, the rest of his teeth grew into wicked points. Claws grew from his fingers and with a wild howl, he devoured his mother’s twitching corpse and when he was finished and blood-soaked, he ran out of the house and through the streets. It was nearly midnight and the moon was high in the sky, so no one was out…save one, a spirit of sorts, following the creature and laughing wickedly.
“Matt, honey, it’s bedtime!” The young Hispanic woman called to her young son as she put down her briefcase and took her long black hair out of its tight no-nonsense bun. “I mean it, young man!”
“No! I’m not sleepy! I’m not going to bed!” Matt called in a singsong voice from his room. He was a wild child through and through and there was nothing his mother could do about it, infact, she was about to find out how truly powerless she was to stop his behavior.
“I will give you a beating if you don’t get down from there and go to bed!” Rita Quehano called to her son, kicking off her smart blue heels and starting on her way up to her son’s room. She sighed; Claire Kensington had never been this difficult even if her parents had been obnoxious. As she sighed and pushed open the door, she found her son sitting on the floor, the family dog while it was still alive with a pocket knife. The color drained from her face. “Matt…what have you done?”
Matt simply grinned at her and turned the animal’s head sharply, snapping its neck. “Look, mama! His insides are coming out! Just like the dead boy they found in the Kennedy crypt!”
“That’s horrible! Where did you hear that story!?” She grabbed his shoulders, shaking him, tears filling her eyes as she trembled.
“He’s standing right behind you, mama!” He grinned, pointing at thin air behind her. When Rita turned her head, she saw nothing but the wall.
“There’s nothing there, Matt…We need to get you some help and fast!” Rita sobbed.
“Oh but there’s no help for me now, mama….The boy told me if I ate human flesh, I could become a mighty monster! I think I’ll eat yours!” and before Rita could react, Matt was upon her, slicing at her throat with his knife, he gouged her eyes, he slit her jugular vein, he moved the knife down and pierced her heart. When he knew she was dead, he took the knife and carved out her kidney, grinning twistedly as he began to eat it, raw and bloody. The blood dribbled down his chin and neck as he ate.
No sooner had he eaten his second or third bite, though, a change took place in him and his eyes widened, becoming red with no pupils, grey fur sprouted from his face, arms, legs and back and his canine teeth grew long and vicious, the rest of his teeth grew into wicked points. Claws grew from his fingers and with a wild howl, he devoured his mother’s twitching corpse and when he was finished and blood-soaked, he ran out of the house and through the streets. It was nearly midnight and the moon was high in the sky, so no one was out…save one, a spirit of sorts, following the creature and laughing wickedly.