The thought brings the metallic taste of sorrow to my tongue.I remembered it in a dream – when Norma Jean and I went to Loon Lake Cemetery. Cause that sure sounds like a hasty cover story.Nosleep is a place for authors to share their original horror stories.Press J to jump to the feed. Download a music file of frogs croaking and blair itHoly shit I have shivers. It took a few days to get used to the noise, but I'm fine now, just like I was those summers when I was young. Norma Jean would have laughed at me if she were still here. My mouth tasted like blood, and I can’t seem to scrub the feeling away.Mostly I just try to forget the whole thing. Saying the same things to my wife.
I’ve had to buy two more axes in the last four weeks – I keep leaving them outside.
I'd long since convinced myself that my grandmother's story had been a silly tale, a twisting of an old legend by irreverent storytellers. In fact, the Wendigo of legends seemed very little like my grandmother's version. when they make the wrong call. They'll take over your body and slowly kill you. However, I don't think he's saying, "When he goes" it's something more like, "wendigo." We grew up wandering the forest and exploring the caverns surrounding Ripple Creek, running from the hide-behinds and hodags when we stumbled too far into their territory. I hear them barking the nights I forget to put my axe away, excited to have a free meal. Norma Jean always had a thing for the supernatural. My dad was what people would consider a man’s man.
I'm trapped. One of the elders is a full-blooded Cree; I overheard a couple ol’ biddies asking for talismans.Lots of narrowed eyes my way. I had planned to see about trapping it the next day, show Norma Jean – course, that didn’t happen after all.I heard about Norma Jean the next morning, on my way to the general store for a new axe; the axehandle hounds got mine.
Fuck that.Whatever you do, don't go outside. They went up to the Janeies and that’s when they found the blood on the floor. I think the dog may have been drowned by his owner, which would explain the fish smell.Are you sure your dad isn't a werewolf? Norma Jean and Flint. Soon I'll die. Wendigo psychosis is reported to happen in isolated environments (hint) in which the victim becomes increasingly paranoid (hint) and some how, as a result develops a craving for human flesh when food sources are readily available.If it makes you feel any better, I had chicken alfredo for dinner.New comments cannot be posted and votes cannot be castNosleep is a place for authors to share their original horror stories.Press J to jump to the feed. I prefer not to pay to run my air conditioning if I can help it, so I have every window open to catch a breeze. Her blonde corkscrew hair is silver under the moon. There was nothing I could find about the story she had told me, nor any references of frogs providing protection from the Wendigo. But maybe the frog noise was the inhibition to prevent OP from turning into a Wendigo? Press question mark to learn the rest of the keyboard shortcuts Any guy’d be lucky to have her on his arm.No one in Ripple Creek has slept easy lately, not with this hanging over our heads.
Norma Jean drew a heart on the back of my hand in hoop snake blood.“When that fades,” she said, tapping the center of her work, “you may forget about me.”Norma Jean and I dated on and off through high school and then some. The wendigo (/ ˈ w ɛ n d ɪ ɡ oʊ /) or wetiko  is a mythological creature or evil spirit from the folklore of the First Nations Algonquian tribes based in the northern forests of Nova Scotia, the East Coast of Canada, and Great Lakes Region of Canada and in Wisconsin, United States.
Killing people and consuming their flesh. Crazy Dan was already mumbling about hide-behinds to anyone who would listen.
The doctor has come a few times again. When I was young, I often spent parts of summers with my grandmother in her home out in the country. The old man couldn't stand the singing of the frogs, but his wife told him that they kept the Wendigo away, and to harm them would be unwise. He was really proud of the ten point buck he nailed when I was three. Said people hadn’t seen hide nor hair of Norma Jean in two days. From what I hear fire is the main way to kill this being. Not me – Norma Jean and I have been getting away from hide-behinds for years.Everyone’s talking, but no one’s actually saying anything.
Even though my new place is only a few minutes from the edge of town, it feels much more isolated. I dated Norma Jean, but so did Aaron, Spruce, Hunter, Alder, Flint – Norma Jean was a pretty gal, milk-white skin, sky blue eyes, corkscrew blonde hair. The axehandle hounds must love me.
The other side is to be occupied by my landlady, who'd had the place built. One of the elders is a full-blooded Cree; I overheard a couple ol’ biddies asking for talismans.
I find myself standing in my living room, staring at where the pond is, though I can't see it in the dark.
Lots of narrowed eyes my way.
Press question mark to learn the rest of the keyboard shortcutsCookies help us deliver our Services. The hide-behinds and hodags. Lot of whispering about the wendigo among the superstitious; more ordinary whispers from the less-superstitious. r/NoSleep "The Wendigo that didn't leave me Alone" - YouTube Teakettlers don’t ever stray so far from the woods; they’re very shy. I enjoy the seclusion of my new home and its proximity to a more natural setting; I'm surrounded by woods, and from my patio, I can even see a pond beyond the carefully landscaped lawn, which is meticulously carved out from the surrounding woodlands.Just like the pond near my grandmother's house, the frogs have put up a ferocious racket lately. There are too many teeth in her mouth.I woke up with a pounding heart and a lump in my throat. My dad went there for work in the '80s, and slept in his car for the majority of the trip. there is a LOT of misinformation on nosleep, especially when it comes to Wendigo and Skinwalkers. He believes some sort of dog had died nearby in the night, and confusedly wandered it's way into his car.