Wendigo 14

Whatever curse this town had was so deeply ingrained that no one but the elders knew the truth. As the last of the employees left, each claiming their final check of the summer, Jimmy grew a little alarmed at the cars pulling in. He knew each car now parked in the lot, his heart racing when the first occupant stepped out. Jimmy hated this shit. They trusted him to handle the beast for all these years, but just because some dumb kids went wild, he was no longer trusted. It hurt him a bit, but fuck them. They could wrangle that thing now. After tonight, he washed his hands of it all. Little did Jimmy know, this wasn’t a social visit, and he was the one they washed their hands of and relieve of his duties.

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Wendigo 12

Daniel Lightfoot stood at the park entrance, watching Jimmy scramble around like a chicken with his head cut off. He was showing his age these days. Maybe it was time like all the other elders had suggested. Daniel always brushed off the comments and snide remarks from others about his cousin. They weren’t cousins, but he had known Jimmy since he was a child. His father was good friends with the older male and had spent many holidays with their family. Jimmy lost his wife due to a tragedy when he was young. He never remarried.

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