A wendigo of a giant wolf, a black werewolf of course, was now in the midst of them. It seemed the beast had somehow come back to life, and was looking to satisfy its urge to kill with one vicious attack. No one moved, they stood frozen to the ground as one by one, they all succumbed to the beast.
Wendigos all over the place as far as the eye could see, all of them being killed by a black werewolf.
A few moments later, the werewolf’s dead, mutilated body was carried away by the Wendigo horde, and by their own will and determination, the remaining Wendigo warriors fought off the horde, as their bodies all decayed with the rising sun.
As darkness fell the following morning, as the sun descended into the horizon, many of the hunters had to stay back to guard the fire and the supplies.
The men all were extremely happy, and very confident that they had not only successfully hunted down the wendigos, but had discovered a new species of wendigos, of all things, werewolves.
A couple of hunters, including Ben, stayed awake that night to keep a watchful eye on the fire.
“I just wish I’d never come back here,” Ben had said, looking at the bonfire.
After a while, Ben started a soft sobbing, but kept quiet, not wanting to wake any of the others who had fallen asleep not too far from the fire.
The wendigo hunters, as the last to sleep, kept a careful watch over the fire, ready to alert the others. It took about an hour or so before the first one awoke, and after that, every hunter was soon awake.
The hunters were now all dressed, and they could feel how cold it was outside.
What mysteries of Chateaugay Lake haunt you?