Alle Kapitel von Wendigo: Kapitel 31 – Kapitel 37

December 29, 1879 I did not sleep more overnight. I couldn’t. That thing would have pretended to be my brother and came to me again as I slept. I must prevent that from happening. The bizarre part is, I do not feel any different than when I slept an entire night. I should be much more fatigued today than I usually am, but I am not. I will eat, drink some more willow bark tea, and then try to clear more snow. I must get us out of this cabin. I might be turning into a monster, but I will not let down Jim. I will keep my promise to him. December 29, 1879 Second entry. I broke through the drift with the stove poker. It is snowing yet again. It has been nearly a month of nothing but snow. How is this possible? I managed to dig more firewood out and brought it inside to thaw and dry off. The way the snow is coming, digging to get out of this cabin will be pointless. The flakes are the size of the palm of my hand and just as thick. I have been here for many years, and I have never seen s

Sara went to the stove where her rainwater was now boiling. She turned off the gas flame and used her tin coffee cup to measure water into her cooking pot for her macaroni and cheese. She refilled her coffee cup with water before placing both on the table. She dumped the packet of freeze-dried pasta into the pot and stirred it. She sat down and sighed as she poured instant coffee into her cup and swirled it around. With her first sip, she could feel the comforting warmth and the caffeine enter her system.“Oh, that’s better,” Sara said as she poured some of her cold coffee into the cup to cool it a little. She took another drink from the cup and murmured. “That’s even better.”Sara drank her coffee as she waited for her noodles to reconstitute and be edible. She reached over to her cooking pot and stirred it occasionally, each time sampling a small bite to see if it was ready to eat. She was famished after eating mostly trail mix the day before.She was finally content that the macaro

Steve pulled his truck into the lot beside Sara’s car and parked. The drive there had taken less time than he and Kevin had anticipated, making them arrive well ahead of the time Sara should be reaching them. Steve glanced over at Kevin, who was checking his phone for messages from Sara. “Any word from Sara?” Steve asked Kevin. Kevin replied, “No. Nothing, and that makes me worry.” “I wouldn’t worry too much yet. From what you told me and where she says she’s at, it could take her a while to hike out. Plus, you said she fell and got hurt, so she might be hiking a little slower than she usually would,” Steve told him, trying to assure him that Sara was fine. “I know, but this whole thing with the cabin and the deer has me on edge,” Kevin said. Steve rubbed his cheek and said, “I’m still confused by that. I have been all over this forest both before and after it became state land. I don’t remember ever coming across anything like you have told me about or like what’s in those pictu

One year after Sara Walker had discovered the cabin built by Herschel Allen and the grave of Jim Smith, she stood with her husband Kevin outside the little log structure that had sheltered her when she had needed it most. They had been back to the cabin and grave several times since the discovery, and with each time, Sara felt a sense of reverence for it. This time was no different. “I still can’t believe you found this place the way you did,” Kevin told Sara as she pushed the door open. Sara smiled and replied, “I know exactly what you mean. If I had not experienced it for myself, I would never believe it if someone told me it happened to them.” As they walked inside, Kevin asked, “You really feel like they are here in this cabin, don’t you?” “No,” Sara answered. “I feel like Herschel is here. Jim had no way of knowing what was in that journal. It got thrown at me twice while I was here. Like someone was telling me to read it. Herschel wanted me to know his story and about his f