I had another dream last night.
The bones of a million pygmies form into a spider that looms over the forest. Everyone from the plane crash is a part of the spider. I can hear their voices begging me to stop. The horned skull of the wendigo is its head. It's jaw on hinges and spews fire as it whistles. I woke up, but the fire still dances in my eyes.
The zipper pinching the inside of my brain is almost open. The intervals of numbness and pain leave me staring into the void.
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Wendigo Island (ONC2024)
HorrorYour greatest fear is monsters in the dark. The last thing you expect is to become the monster in the dark. This story is not about heroes. This story is about ripping away any pretense you have about what it means to be human. At the end of the day...
