The Wendigo’s Hunt
Matt didn’t believe the story, not really. He’d read it online—some creepy blog post from early November, told in an old-timey voice. Trappers in Colorado. Cabin fever. Something scratching on the walls. It had the whole eerie vibe, sure. But it was fiction. Campfire fuel. Still, the name stuck with him: Wendigo. It echoed in his head like a dare. A myth too sharp to forget. So when Matt…














