the figures

The silence whistled through his ear, louder than usual. Alerted his eyes shot open, sweat beginning to tear down his forehead. He nudged the sheet around, only to be greeted with the usual black, but it was a tiny bit off, the tiniest difference just managed to nudge it into the uncanny valley. Suddenly a pair of eyes shot open. He instantly lit his lamps, just before the creature shot up close to him. It was filled with hair, it mesmerized him, like a giant, half “spider” half human. The eyes are what stood out, the yellow glow, fading in and out. It stood 8 feet tall, claws ripping through the tears at the end of its fingers, patches of skin still showing. It used to be human, it isn’t anymore. It’s a wendigo, the large glinting yellow eyes are told to pull the prey into the darkness to mutilate it and leave it for dead, most survive, but not as a human. As one of them. The hair on his body suddenly stuck up, revealing the patches of skin left. Along with the deadly smile, oh the smile, its teeth. Adorned with blood, sharp as a knife, ready to kill. The blood from another idiotic traveller who strayed into the dark, mesmerized by their eyes. He sat there for hours. After what seemed like years he heard a scream from the darkness. The thing still standing there the hair still up the smile still there, he looked away, another scream ensued. He shot back to where the thing was, and no surprise, it was gone. The scream that followed was ear destroying, he once again looked over to it and just saw black, but what was that? The thought rolled through his head. It was a yellow glint where the scream came from. He went to investigate, after all, what could go wrong.