Wendigo 6

“Did you hear that?” Seth asked.

Looking in the direction of the makeshift restrooms, he swore he heard an animalist scream, but with the number of kids of closing night, it was impossible,

“It’s just some stupid kid, chill out,” Brody added.

In the back of his mind, Seth knew that wasn’t the case. Sure, he hated his siblings, but he didn’t want them dead even though he wished it hundreds of times. In a screwed up, they were typical brothers and sisters. Being in the oldest, Seth took the brunt of everything they said and did. There were times he was the one to attend back to school night with them. Always with a story of their mother being ill, or working. The teachers knew the truth. Opal was drunk again or shacked up with some man that would forget her name when done.

As the four exited the ride, the relief attendant talked on the walkie talkie asking management about the kid who took off to use the bathroom. No one had seen him since he went into the porta-potty. After a check of the small bathroom, they decided he must have run off with a girl for the night.

“I’m not giving that little shit his last paycheck for this. The contract clearly says you will finish the summer or forfeit your paycheck,” Jimmy said. He was tough on the kids that worked there, but this was the first step to learning how to be a dependable employee. If you can’t make it running a couple of cheap rides a few hours a week, you need to re-evaluate yourself. Times are tough, and though most of them come from good homes, some of them needed the money to help their families eat for the summer. This kid was one such kid. Never late, and never missed a shift. That’s why it was odd that he would leave without warning. In the back of Jimmy’s mind, he prayed that was the case, and that something else wasn’t going on. The creature never came into the actual fenced ride area. Well, not that was before tonight. The moon hung low over the river, and a sense of urgency raced through the older man. He was scared.

Grabbing a flashlight, walking to the porta-potty, Jimmy felt his feet growing heavy with each step he took. It was when he caught wind of the scent in the air that he knew that kid’s face would be all over town on lost posters. God, this was not how he wanted to end the season. Seth Hightower wouldn’t cause anyone to question his disappearance. Why couldn’t the beast take him? Whatever was happening this year was different. He always knew there would be a day he could no longer control it, but Jimmy prayed he would be dead before that happened. The town elders had elected him the keeper of the beast years ago, and so far, he made sure that its meals were those of people who would never be on a missing person’s poster. There was a reason this town didn’t have a homeless problem.

“What the fuck have you done?” Jimmy growled the moment he opened the door to the small outhouse.

There was nothing wrong to the novice, but for Jimmy, all the signs led to Wendigo. He was out and roaming the park. God help them all. He was picking them off one by one, and if Jimmy shut the place down, early everyone would know something was wrong. Looking down in the hole, Jimmy covered his mouth in disgust. A long eyeballs laid in the pool of feces and urine. Suppose someone saw that, this place would swarm with cops. Grabbing a large stick, he pushed it down in the water, shaking when he met resistance. He knew that kid was down there, but he wasn’t taking him out. The chemicals would eat the body before the sewage place picked it up for disposal.

“Boss, the Ferris wheel is stuck,” screamed the voice in the little box in his back pocket.

“Goddammit,” Jimmy replied.

From the woods, he waited. Wendigo had laid dormant too long. Once a year, they fed him, but after tonight, the beast would be more than just an urban legend. He would destroy that town and all the inhabitants. The elders would pay for what they had done to him, and their children would be the first victims of his ravenous vengeance.

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