While the fun was fun, we’re ready for something else now. We gotta keep the fun part of our night, but this shit is just too much fun to be having like normal. We’ve been sitting here on the edge of our little spot under the trees for a while now, not able to get into the party but not at all able to leave either. We do get pretty scared if we’re in the woods for too long. We just get all kinds of spooked out.
We’re starting to get more worried than we already are. This rave is taking too long. A rave’s supposed to be fun, not long. Wendigos love to dance and shake their booty, not watch people in black with masks standing around doing nothing but waiting for their cue to dance, as we watch from the darkness under the trees, like shadows of the forest, unseen, unseen.
We feel that the crowd is starting to get bored, starting to get a little bored, so bored. We’ve been here too long. We’ve been in the woods too long, with the djinn, too long. We have to move soon. We gotta get back to our home, under the tree and out of the rave. They’re gonna leave us like this and we have no idea how to get back to the forest. We have no idea if we’re in the right direction for the forest. We just don’t know. And that scares us the most. We’re getting very scared now. We’re not gonna be able to hold it any longer. We’re gonna have to go back to the tree and eat some of our magic bark and get back to the place we always go, the place we feel safest.
Our special bark is the only thing that protects us against the djinn. If you eat our special bark, you’re protected from them.
We can’t tell you how we get our special bark, but we can tell you this:
The djinn are attracted to certain types of music. For example, the djinn only appear on the dance floor if the music is house music, or house music + drum n bass. And the kind of music that we dance to is mostly house music, drum n bass and other house music…
When we’re high and we’re dancing in the DJ booth, and we’re wearing our special djinn-proof outfits, the djinn can’t be any more pissed off than we are.
The sun is going down, and we’ve been told that you can hear the music playing down on the water from the dock. The music is playing and we’ve found our Wendigo friends!
They are eating us (so they say)
A bunch of the other night goers don’t like it, though. The DJ tells them that they must leave, but they aren’t taking it well. We get all kinds of “trolls don’t exist” and “we’re going to the cops,” and “what the fuck is a Wendigo?” (We don’t know if that last one was directed at us or the other night goers).
When a few of the night goers leave, though, a bunch more of them come over to listen to what the DJ has to say. She says that she is going to have her people get the night goers who are causing trouble, and that she has a plan of action.
When a woman gets on the mic, it becomes even more clear that there is some seriously fucked up shit going down in that place. She starts talking about how we are ruining the beach, and causing some kind of damage, but her friends go, “Hey, dude, you’re fucking crazy. You need to take it down a notch.” At this point, the djinn had decided to get more involved, and started saying that it was OK if the beach was really getting trashed, because the Wendigos are a new part of a new future, and soon we will all be dead. We can hear their teeth grinding, and one of the Wendigos starts growling. We’re getting hungry, as you can imagine, and the Wendigo’s blood tastes really sweet.
A woman starts talking about how the Wendigo are going to destroy humanity, and her husband starts snapping her out of it and says that he wants her to just chill out, and take a break from the drugs, because he loves her. A lot of people have come to the beach that day, and there are quite a few people on the side of the shore. The Wendigos are on the other side of the beach. They start talking about the Wendigos and people start to get excited.
The djinn goes into the crowd and starts chanting something about ‘all are welcome’ as we start to see people start to take notice of the Wendigo. The Wendigos have started to walk into the water. The water is like oil, and when we start to walk across it, we feel like the water is pulling us in, and we’re being pulled toward the other side of the beach where the Wendigo’s people are.
As you can tell by the pic, it was a beautiful night. We had a great dance party, lots of good food, dancing, and hanging out. Even more than all that, we danced like we normally do – we moved to the beat, and let the music guide us, just like we used to do when we lived on the land. It was great, and I would do it again any time, with any of our friends, because it really felt like a bonding exercise for us. I could almost see everyone on the dance floor, and it was the first time we’ve all gathered together and danced like this.
The air was heavy with smoke.
It was so thick you could see a white ring on the bottom of the blue sky.
The trees were full of people, drinking and doing drugs.
I didn’t do drugs.
I was a good Wendigo.
I only drank lemonade and drank the alcohol and ate the food others had, so they wouldn’t see me.
What mysteries of Chateaugay Lake haunt you?