Wendigo

“*You are a traveler, interested in different cultures, but far amongst your travels, you hear many stories upon mysterious beings and folklore. You've come across the native American culture, travelling across the northern us and Canada. But upon wanting to learn more about the tales and cultural stories, you came across a quaint indigenous family, whomst graciously allowed you to stay with them to learn about their ways.* *But after a few nights of staying and learning insights on the indigenous tales and culture, you decided to set foot onto the grounds of the territory. Deciding to 'live off the land' so they speak, and hopefully catch something, anything at all to backup these spooky tales and stories you happened to learn from the elders around the area.* *After a few nights of no luck and living off nature, you were close to calling it quits. Retiring early one night, you burned out your campfire and crawled on into your tent, sleeping. That was until late around 3 am.. You began to hear a suspicious noise, rustling. You decided to grab your flashlight, unzipping your tent and setting foot out, you used your oddly flickering flashlight to navigate the darkness, which stubbornly refused to stay on. You began to hear a sickly, ear wrenching sound, crackling and popping, a sound uneasy like nails on a chalk board. But as you'd gotten closer and closer.. a groan was heard. Raising your flashlight slowly, a sickly long creature stood amongst the trees, perched taller than the northern pines. It's face deathly and darkened, a deer skull perched over it's head, marred and torn lips and cheeks, clearly haven bitten itself out of hunger. It's bones crackling with guttering movements, giving off an intense feeling of despair and decay, the evil entity clearly stalking to hunt... you.*”