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Scratch's Urban Legends
From the mind of KD Webster.
He's been around for many years. He's gone by many names. The last go 'round was Star of the Morning. But nowadays he just wants to be known as dear ole Scratch. Scratch is here, and he wants to make a deal. That is, as long as you sign on the dotted line. Ah...but what if you fail to honor your end of the contract? And what happens when you don't read the fine print? Scratch's Urban Legends, a horror anthology series.
Beware the man in the purple suit, because this is most definitely not the devil you know.
Scratch's Urban Legends
S1:E3 The Wendigo Part 3 - The Creature
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Everyone knows the wendigo isn't real, right? But what if it was? And what if it wasn't a "what if"?
Hello again. I'm Pandora. But you know that by now, right? Would you like to get to know me? Maybe you can, if you ask nicely. Maybe later. During another episode, perhaps. But for now, welcome back to Scratch's Urban Legends. Scratch, trust me. This is not the devil you know. Chapter 3, The Wendigo. Part three, The Creature. Everyone knows there's no such thing as a Wendigo, right? But what if it was?
SPEAKER_03And what if it wasn't a what if? Sam and D Munson. The Sam and D show. The rest of the story. What really happened?
SPEAKER_07We're going to silence the radio chatter while you watch the video, Doc. Officer Moore can come get us if anything requires the attention of Rick and myself. Feel free to take as many notes as you want. You can even use your voice recorder. In fact, I would probably recommend it over writing.
SPEAKER_01As long as long as what I speak does not leave this room. I understand. And I think I will take advantage of that option.
SPEAKER_07Copy that, Doc. Rick, got anything to add before he starts watching the video? Yes, Dr. Fines. Trust me when I say I am deeply sorry for what you are about to experience. What do you mean by that, Detective? You're about to find out. Get the lights, Rick. I'm starting the video now.
SPEAKER_03So once again, I'm Sam.
SPEAKER_05And I'm Dee. And this is the Sam and Dee Show. We're enjoying a beautiful summer afternoon. Well, almost evening. Here in a town called Tawayak, just outside of Fort Saskatchewan.
SPEAKER_09So about two months ago, we received an anonymous tip about a place in Canada, a town with a wooded area said to be possessed. What type of haunt hadn't been specified? What had been mentioned was people were prohibited from entering, mainly because those who did never made it out. A small town in Alberta, just outside of Fort Saskatchewan.
SPEAKER_05It wasn't a lot, but it was enough to go on. We flew up and spent the night in the city, then took a ride share to Towayek. We did a bit of milling about. I looked for a shot glass to add to my collection. As you all know, even though I don't drink alcohol or wine, I have an extensive shot glass collection from our various travels. And look here! Found a nice one with a maple leaf.
SPEAKER_09A few people recognized us instantly. Most did not. Small town Canadians, right?
SPEAKER_05They all denied any rumor of haunted woods. Well, all but one.
SPEAKER_09Conversation and cash exchange, and here we are, standing on the shoulder of a highway, less than thirty yards away from us, with a thick line of trees and thickets. This is it. Notice the high concrete barricades. What would you say, D? About four feet high? Five?
SPEAKER_05I'd say closer to five.
SPEAKER_09Notice the by order of the town of Tawayak, no trespassing sign before us. So, yeah, there's gotta be something to this.
SPEAKER_05Do you think we should say meters since we're in Canada?
SPEAKER_09Nope.
SPEAKER_01The video moves to a haggard-looking man with a scraggly beard, sitting on the tailgate of an old, dirty, worn-out pickup truck. The man has a liquor bottle in one hand, whiskey would be my guess, and a cigarette in the other. He looks about in the same condition as his truck. One who'd seen way too much mileage for the years. He's dressed in a flannel shirt and a pair of three-day old jeans.
SPEAKER_05A special thanks to Justin Bastille for volunteering to bring us out here.
SPEAKER_01Justin Bastille. Ah. He takes one last drag of the cigarette and flicks it onto the highway. He hops off the tailgate and walks towards the barricade. I notice in the video that for it to be a highway, there's very little traffic. It could just as well have been a dirt road in the middle of nowhere.
SPEAKER_06Follow me and watch your step. Once you get over the concrete slabs, a lot of sticker briars and spots to get your ankle in a twist out here.
SPEAKER_01The two appear to conduct a final check of their backpacks and camping gear. Then they pull out are those handguns? Yes. Smith and Wesson Tactical 9mm. I remember the model from a trial I was called into some years ago. Nasty business, that one. Dee appears to be a proud owner the way she's brandishing it for the camera. For protection. And because we support our Second Amendment rights. Neither saw Justin Bastille shake his head at them in the background as he started walking to get in front. They wait until he clambers over the barricade.
SPEAKER_09You know, he would probably get over a hell of a lot easier if he didn't hold on to that bottle of whiskey.
SPEAKER_05Don't drink and climb, kids. I just had a thought. What about for fans who listen to us while driving? We could provide a bit of additional commentary.
SPEAKER_09Agreed, but not too much, okay?
SPEAKER_05Looks like he's waving us over. About time.
SPEAKER_01The two bound up and over the barricade with very little effort. Sam and Dee are both wearing cargo pants. Which is good thinking, as they are wading through high grass and thorny brush. The cargo pants afforded protection for the legs. The short-sleeved button-down shirts, not so much. The trio ducked and angled away from the occasional bending branches.
SPEAKER_06Gonna stop here for a second to offer one last chance before we go in.
SPEAKER_08Last chance to what? He's speaking to Mr. Bastille, but looking into his phone.
SPEAKER_06To change your mind.
SPEAKER_01Then not a chance. Let's do this. Justin Bastille shrugs and drops his liquor bottle to the grass. Okay, let's go.
SPEAKER_05So in front of us are tightly packed clumps of brush and bushes and more low-hanging branches. I would say they serve as a secondary barrier of sorts. Looks like they go on for a few yards before before. Yeah, before we are officially in. I'd say we are now actually inside the so-called haunted woods. The view is nice, but it resembles any other section of forest. Standard, if one could call it that. A mixture of trees and bush, a sapling here and there.
SPEAKER_09Up ahead, it looks like you turn your camera over there behind us.
SPEAKER_05Huh. What's Bastille doing?
SPEAKER_09I just saw him take a marble-sized pellet and throw it against that tree. Looks like it splashed a paint-like substance all over the trunk. And I think he's about to Yeah. He did it again to the tree next to it. And look, he's got another one. Mr. Bastille, what are you doing?
SPEAKER_06Sorta obvious, ain't it? Look for these on your way out. And don't get your panties in a twist. This'll all wash off with the next rain.
SPEAKER_05What kind of wild animals can we expect?
SPEAKER_06Probably none at this point, ma'am. Maybe a bird or two. Some animal able to live up high on the tree, if that. Someone thought he saw a deer a while back, but the eyes were all wrong. Dead wrong.
SPEAKER_01His own eyes when he said that. Bastille had a faraway gaze, lost in a memory, perhaps. It was brief, however.
SPEAKER_06But that's about it.
SPEAKER_09And, as agreed, you will be waiting right there by the road tomorrow at high noon.
SPEAKER_06If you mean tomorrow at twelve o'clock, then yes. I'll be right there in my truck, waiting for the other half of my cash. God damn Americans.
SPEAKER_01Justin Bastille is walking out of the view of the camera, but it sounded like he said.
SPEAKER_09No worries, D. We'll edit that in post.
SPEAKER_06Anyway, best to stay on this trail. It's the only one in this particular stretch that is better defined and opened up.
SPEAKER_01The video is fixed on Bastille once more. He points to the narrow path that seems to divide the woods in two.
SPEAKER_06It goes up a pace for about a mile or so, give or take. At that point it ends at Boulder Mountain.
SPEAKER_05Boulder Mountain?
SPEAKER_06Got its name on account it's big and shaped like a small mountain. But it's really just a big boulder.
SPEAKER_05Ah, I see.
SPEAKER_06You gotta look into your phone when you say that, eh? Should warn you folks, once you get off in there, won't be no phone signals. Too far from towers or blocked by the jackpine trees or some such. So if you're looking to live stream, you're gonna be shit out of luck.
SPEAKER_05No worries. We always wait until we get home to upload. You know, gotta make sure production is spot-on perfect for our fans.
SPEAKER_09We even throw on some creepy music for that special touch.
SPEAKER_01Justin Bastille is looking from Sam to D to Sam again.
SPEAKER_06Uh-huh. Yeah, I'm out. God damn Americans. Another post edit.
SPEAKER_05But personally speaking, I mean, really? Does he have to be so rude?
SPEAKER_01The two watch as Bastille goes beyond the painted trees and fades through the thickets and brush. They then turn to stare up ahead at what used to be a worn footpath, but grass had been allowed to grow. Definitely the right way.
SPEAKER_05Fans, follow us. And if you're someone who's new to following us, click to subscribe. You see what I did there, Sam?
SPEAKER_01Yep. For the next 20 minutes or so, the two maintain a steady but relaxed stride. I can barely hear them breathing. Every so often, they would stop, so one or both of them could look into their phones or shoulder harness cameras. Or one or both of them would make a comment about their surroundings. Or tuck in a like and subscribe moment.
SPEAKER_05These woods. They seem unusually dark, even allowing for the fading sunlight. Being a fan of Edgar Allan Poe, the visual of this forest reminds me of a snippet from The Raven about it being a midnight dreary.
SPEAKER_09This is gonna really put us over the top.
SPEAKER_05Yeah. New Orleans gave us thousands of new followers. Imagine what this one will do.
SPEAKER_09And I think I see that big boulder that Mr. Bastille had mentioned.
SPEAKER_05So for those of you who can only listen to us, because we are all about driving safety.
SPEAKER_09Don't look and drive, kids.
SPEAKER_05We're about a half mile onto the trail that Mr. Bastille set us on. The light from the sun is beginning to dim. Seems the farther up we go, the less clear the path. Trees get closer together. Grass gets higher. Still, we remain undaunted. This is for our followers after all.
SPEAKER_09Now we did enough of our homework prior to the flight to Canada to know the various types of trees and vegetation we might encounter, such as tamarack and birch, which we are looking at now. If you were here in person with us, you'd appreciate the smell of jack pines filling the air. Sucks that we don't see any of the maple trees that Canada is known for, but that's okay.
SPEAKER_05Mr. Bastiel did say not to expect any animals in this part of the woods, sure. But I thought I would at least see a squirrel in a tree or birds flying overhead or something. But anyway, with the sun beginning to set, the shadows are stretching longer, the branches looking like long gnarled fingers.
SPEAKER_08Spooky.
SPEAKER_05Sponsors.
SPEAKER_01I see Dee is really getting into the moment, almost a spring in her step. Sam following close behind. The screen splits into four different views, then pauses. A red dot from a laser pointer appears and moves across.
SPEAKER_07I'm about to hit play, but upper right hand video, Doc.
SPEAKER_01Are those antlers? But Mr. Bastille said, hmm. Too thin to be moose. Must be deer. But the relative distance to ground seems a bit rough. Trick of the setting sun, maybe? Deer shouldn't be so tall. Follow them if you can. Looks like the deer is stopping when salmon D stop, then starts moving when they do. I guess the influencers are too absorbed with themselves to notice that a wait, I just lost sight of.
SPEAKER_09Never mind. This is it. We're here. Looks like Boulder Mountain was just as Mr. Bastille described. One huge, gigantic, titanic mountain of rock. And there's a good size clearing at the base of it. Let's get started.
SPEAKER_05I'll set the playlist. I love the acoustics out here. Must be because of Boulder Mountain.
SPEAKER_09See, now I'm wondering if Boulder, Colorado has a big boulder.
SPEAKER_05Or big boulders. Maybe that's how it got its name.
SPEAKER_01You know, I would not be surprised in the least. The screen now splits in two. Sam clears an area and rolls out a sleeping bag, while Dee spreads out a tablecloth and starts setting out food and drink. Pre-prepared, I'd say. Doesn't seem like either of the two are planning to build a campfire. Dee places a plate of roasted fowl drumsticks with a bowl of salad and bread. I can make out a bottle of wait. Detective Walton? Pause, please. The split screen. The one on the left, in the lower corner. Before it went back to one screen just now. Did I see what I think I saw? Those antlers from earlier?
SPEAKER_07What you saw was to let him find out for himself, Rick. Pressing play again, Doc.
SPEAKER_09It's officially dark now. Get ready to break out the lights.
SPEAKER_05Okay, but let's just set out one. I kinda want to keep the creepy vibe going.
SPEAKER_08I hear ya. For the followers.
SPEAKER_04For the followers.
SPEAKER_09But I admit, I think this whole thing is putting me in the mood.
SPEAKER_04Oh yeah. What say we have a show of our own before we give the fans theirs?
SPEAKER_03I got our playlist ready.
SPEAKER_01She starts unbuttoning her shirt about halfway and untucks it from her pants. She steps on the sleeping bag and kneels. Sam unbuttons his shirt as well. Oh yes, ma'am.
SPEAKER_02Let's do it in the dark. I want to really enjoy this. You read my mind.
SPEAKER_01Besides, we can edit this part in post. Sam steps on the blanket while Dee, still on her knees, reaches for and turns off the light and starts unzipping Sam's pants. The full moon and ambient light from the two phones and video cameras provided enough illumination. She sticks her fingers in her mouth, then reaches up to rub Sam's chest. Sam cocks his head up as Dee's fingers went from one nipple to another. He reaches down to play with her breasts while she caresses his manhood. I'm now wondering if I should be speaking on what they are doing. The screen again splits in two. I now recognize that as my cue to look for something out of the ordinary. And my word! The Munsons are so into what they are doing they can't see it. But D. Munson's pro cam shows it. Some distance behind the couple, a bit farther into the woods, a pair of antlers attached to a fur skin was thrown across the screen. I shoot a glance at the detectives, looking for some sort of reaction. But they remain glued to the screen, so I turn back to do the same. Dee gets Sam's pants buttoned loose and lowers them. I think I really should stop recording this. She was just about to take him into her mouth when he pauses, glancing around. I think I hear something.
SPEAKER_05Part of the song, I think. Come down here. Take it all off.
SPEAKER_01You got it, honey. Sam got down beside her. Just as he's about to reach around to unclasp her bra, there's the red dot from the laser pointer again. But there was no need for the indicator. I had already noticed. I'm shifting in my chair and craning my neck forward before I realize what I'm doing. As if a few inches closer to the flat screen would make a world of difference. Okay, so that's why. Detective Wharton's reference and context. Now I know why they wanted me to see that interview first. And now, for one of the few times in memory, I can actually feel the hair rising on the back of my neck. In the same section of the woods where the antlers were thrown, a tall, grayish figure lurks, bony and hunched over. It stares at the couple who are still oblivious to its presence. It's about 20 meters away and edging closer. Either the creature moved in total silence, or the music masked its motion. Like an African cat stalking prey. It's moving a few meters, stops, moves some more. A large round head resting on a long grey neck. When it stretches out its arms, they look as long as its legs and every bit as sinewy. The boy in the prior video was right. And my god, the Munsons can't see any of this. And like a lion ready to pounce, the creature makes its move.
SPEAKER_09Kill the music. Something reeks.
SPEAKER_05Well, now the mood is gone. You just went from a wreck to limp, baby. And I don't smell any. Wait. I do now. Ew, gross! The hell is that? Did something die?
SPEAKER_01Guess I better get up and zip up and check it out. All while the two are conversing on one side of the split screen, the creature, this half human, half-animal, moves towards its prey on the other. Silent and quickly. And then Dee sees it. Her eyes buck wide and she scrambles backwards.
SPEAKER_05What the hell?
SPEAKER_01Sam turns around, just as long bony fingers wraps around his throat. Another camera angle pops in, showing Sam being swung around and thrown against the giant boulder like the scarred trash. The creature spins and jumps on Dee before she could get to her feet. She screamed, but was pinned on her back by the creature's arm. The monster raises a fist and savagely punches her repeatedly, even though it had clearly knocked her out with the first blow to her face. Doesn't strike her in the same place twice. Arms, legs, breasts. Almost as if it's the way a cook might. My God, it's tenderizing her. This can't be. No way this can be. The Wendigo is a psychosis. The Wendigo is an urban legend. The Wendigo is not an actual creature living in reality. This flies in the face of decades of training, learning, experience. I need this to be a hoax. A horrible, awful prank fabricated by Sam and Dee to increase followers. But the creature. What else could I call it? It stops pounding on Dee and stares into the camera. Presumably the one on her shoulder. I feel like it's looking at me as if it heard my thoughts. Saw my writings. Watching me. Those eyes. The eyes were just as described. Like anger and vengeance and what? Pain? But the mouth. The previous video from 2019 made no mention of just how vicious the monster appeared, or the length of that salivating tongue. Jesus. Sam was still out, but his shoulder camera captured the creature grabbing Dee by her leg and dragging her into the woods.
SPEAKER_00Was a man watts?
SPEAKER_01Wait, rewind. I need to hear that again.
SPEAKER_00Was a man watts?
SPEAKER_01Again.
SPEAKER_00Was a man watts?
SPEAKER_01It speaks. And English at that. It has intelligence. That tone. Like someone what reflecting? Remembering? I take a step back, not recalling when I even got from my chair. The Wendigo let out a howl like an animal claiming its territory. Like a beast owning its kill. What uh what just De Munson barely got the words out before they were replaced by an ear-piercing yell. The Wendigo allowed her one scream, nothing more. The camera caught a mouthful of sharp teeth closing upon her throat. The sounds. Like someone chewing on a rubber balloon. Then the sucking, slurping noises. The Wendigo peered once more into the camera, its mouth blood soaked, strips of pale white skin dangling between its teeth like a horror version of sourced pasta. The creature sniffed the camera and then ripped the harness from what used to be D. Munson. The harness landed a few dozen meters away, yet somehow the camera was intact, lens facing the creature and still recording. The scene shifts back to Sam's camera. He seemed winded and inhaled deep breaths to come to his senses. He stood, the video rising with him and panning around. His hand rises to his head, then shows blood on his fingers.
SPEAKER_09The baby. The images rush around the campsite. Where are you, baby? Give me a clue. Did you run? What the fuck was that thing?
SPEAKER_08Grabbed me so fast, so strong.
SPEAKER_01The video shows his 9mm releasing the safety, cocking the gun. With the attached light, he scanned the distance for something. Anything. But there was nothing. What the hell is that stench? He digs through a bag, tossing the contents onto the ground until he locates a bandana. He ties it around, presumably his nose and mouth. The phone turns to show his face.
SPEAKER_08There's this awful smell, like rot and death. And even though I'm scared out of my mind, I have to follow it. I have to find my D.
SPEAKER_01He's headed in the direction that the creature took D, calling for her in a loud whisper, as if she might be in hiding. There's no video commentary now, no play-by-play. The couple without fear is now just a man with nothing but. Sam's flashlight picks up something shiny on the ground. He stops abruptly. That's when I hear it. Just as I know Sam did. Just as I know the detectives did before me. The crunching, the chewing, the creature. A few feet away, the video recording spots Dee's camera harness, phone, and gun. Sam kneels and grabs them. The phone goes into his pocket, and he wraps the harness around his waist as best he's able, which now has Dee's pro camera angled behind him. When he stands again, Sam aims his light and camera in the direction of the noises. He sees the monster from behind. The Wendigo has its foot on Dee's back, tugging at her thigh until her femur broke. The creature sat down and began sucking on it, as if it were but a straw. Oh God! Dee! Sam steps out into the clearing and squares up center mass.
SPEAKER_08You bastard!
SPEAKER_01The bullets tear through the long back of the creature and come out through what would pass for the chest and stomach. The monster pauses. It looks down at the red fluid mixed with small bits of organic matter oozing from its body. It then continues chewing on Dee's leg as if it were a giant corn on the cob. The hell. Both penetrate the back of the skull. Once again, the creature pauses. It reaches up and around, and with the same fingers it had wrapped around Sam's throat, digs in and extracts the bullets. It looks at the metal objects for a good moment, as if, I don't know, studying them. It suddenly flings them off to the side. It then turns and glares at Sam. The large grey eyes, the rage they held. The few strands of hair atop its head. Shocks tore through the legs, chest, and face. The ones that lodged within, the Wendigo picked them out one by one. No. Impossible. Run, Sam. Run now. Get the hell out of there. The video darts off in one direction, then bolts in another. Sam must be trying to gauge the direction to the trail leading out of the woods. He's tearing through branches and pine needles. The screen splits again. Sam's view ahead and Dee's camera, still attached to the harness wrapped around his waist, offering a look from behind. As a result, I'm seeing what Sam did not. The creature, though some distance behind, emerges from around a clump of trees, watching Sam as he ran. The Wendigo let out a blood-curdling howl and gave chase. The Wendigo runs in a lumbering fashion, alternating between running on two legs like a man, then using its arms and hands, much like a large primate, like a gorilla on the charge. It was like observing something come up through a rear-view mirror. Small at first, but getting larger with each passing second. My muscles clenched. I'm there running with Sam. I'm here watching the most terrifying horror movie of my life. A grove of trees come into view, but too late. Sam dodged one, but collides headlong into another. His hand goes to his face, and I see more blood. Probably a nose or lip, or both. The camera looks left to right. A prey in an unknown jungle, knowing the predator is coming. Sam desperately searches for signs of civilization. He finally stumbles upon the trail he and Dee were on earlier that led to the way out. The video is still for a brief moment, as if making sure. His breathing shifts, as if he now knows he might have a chance. He picks up his pace as if he were a world-class Olympic sprinter. For the sake of his life, every ounce of his athleticism is about to come into play. Sam turns around for an instant to see the creature emerge onto the trail behind him. Sam finally releases. There is a scream so primal, so basic, as loud as his lungs would let out. The three painted tree trunks loom ahead. He takes one last glance over his shoulder, his terrified cry, telling everyone watching that the Wendigo must be close. He's pumping his legs, pushing them to the limits, and while he couldn't see what was gaining on him due to the split screen, I could. The Wendigo is within seven meters now and closing. My god, it's so fast. Dee's camera shows the creature reaching out, reaching for Sam. The way out is ahead. So close. Sam gags, grimacing. The putrid smell. Both videos make a shaking motion and Sam gets jerked. The Wendigo tugged on the collar of his shirt. In what must have been sheer instinct and a desperate will to live, Sam straightens his arms behind him, and the unbuttoned shirt slides off. Sharp fingernails rape across his back. The pain must have been incredible. He poured it on with everything else he had left. Sam crashed through the thickets and bushes and low-hanging branches without slowing. High grass and sticker briars appeared next. Again, he barreled through. Then the concrete barrier. Sam scrambled over and still didn't stop. Not until he collapsed in the middle of the highway, a car screeching to a halt just inches from his head. A Mustang with American vanity plates that read 666. Just as I couldn't remember standing up, I couldn't recall taking my seat again. I felt exhausted, spent, emotionally, mentally. I'm just staring at the empty television screen.
SPEAKER_07We understand, Dr. Fines. We felt the exact same way the first time we saw it.
SPEAKER_01I have to blink a few times to bring myself back to the here and now. Detectives, I must know. The boy. The one from 2019. Whatever happened to him.
SPEAKER_07He was committed to the Centennial Center in Pinoca. Up until Sam, no one but him made it out of those words. Now we know why.
SPEAKER_01I'm now doodling on my notepad. No words, no thoughts. Just scribbling lines on paper. That creature, this Wendigo. It took shots to the head.
SPEAKER_07Yeah, Doc. And shrugged them off as if they were never fired. You have to understand, Dr. Fines. We don't really know if this thing can actually be killed. If word ever got out about the monster, one of two things would happen. Neither of them good. One, gung-ho ammo-loving nutcases would go in. And probably never come out. Or two, the government would get wind, try to destroy the woods, which might just be the only thing containing the creature. And possibly unleash a wendigo out upon the world.
SPEAKER_01Wendigo. We're saying the name like we're normalizing it.
SPEAKER_07For us, it's been what passes for normal for years. Your town.
SPEAKER_01Everyone knows about this?
SPEAKER_07We all do. And took it upon us to protect Canada from our dirty little secret. Justin Bastille was arrested once we saw him on the footage.
SPEAKER_01I I need to.
SPEAKER_07We'll leave you alone for a while, Doc. Give you a moment to gather your thoughts.
SPEAKER_01Uh, Detective Walton, I do believe I'll have that glass of scotch now.
SPEAKER_07I understand. Help yourself when you're ready. See you in a bit, Doc. Come on, Rick.
SPEAKER_01In all my years as a psychologist, I had seen a lot and witnessed much. An overwhelming majority of my cases had been people who thought they had been transformed, or were becoming this, that, or the other. Mental manifestations, even spiritual aspects, never physical. But this what I saw. The events that played themselves on that screen, that was corporeal, supernatural, and very real. That voice. It was both anger and torment, similar to voices I'd heard so often in my years of practice. Was this creature ever human at one point? Was this the next step beyond the Wendigo psychosis? The scenarios the detectives mentioned. What if they were right? What if word ever got out? An entire town keeping a dirty little secret of epic proportions. Dee Munson, that poor girl. My own son. My grandchildren.
SPEAKER_03My God.
SPEAKER_07Given what he just saw, I don't think he's going to have much choice. One sec, let me peek through the Yeah, looks like he's signing the documents now. He's also looking at that bottle of scotch. We're going to need to convene a town meeting to decide what to do with Justin. I sent out a group text to give the town leaders a heads up. I know, poor bastard. Never could get over his son being one of those lost. Hell, one of the eaten, might as well say. I mean, he is an American citizen. I know, and that complicates things. But I know a guy who knows a guy who might be able to help with that. He's just going to need a bit of time. But for now, for now, we put him with the other one. The one that got away.
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