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-Algernon Blackwood, "The Wendigo".

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Four of us went up: Shawna, Eric, Karina, and me. I’m the only one who came back.

The trip was Shawna’s idea to begin with. She said, “It’s been years since we all went up to the old house like when we were kids. Why don’t we make a weekend of it?”

“We” in this case should have been her, me, and Paul, but of course this time it would be just the two of us. I guess she brought Eric to make up the difference.

I didn’t mind: I’d known Eric for years, ever since he’d been Paul’s roommate as an undergrad. He was engaged back then, and of course this was when Paul was still around, so I didn’t think much of Eric at the time, but lately…

Well, he’d been on my mind since his breakup with what‘s-her-name. I had to start living again sometime, after all.

I hadn’t known Karina would be coming until she arrived in the RV. I barely knew her, though we knew all the same people. She was a sweet girl and she minded her own business, but I was surprised Shawna invited her.

I didn’t find out until later that she’d had a history with Paul, very briefly, just before he and I got together. A terrible, petty part of me wants to try to blame all of this on her, but I know that’s not fair.

Shawna and Paul’s parents still owned the old house way out in the country, but no one had lived there for years. It’s the house Shawna and Paul grew up in, and for the most part it’s where I grew up too.

Even my earliest memory is of that house: I was a little girl, no older than four, and it was snowing, and we were playing near the woods. I went to make a snow angel without realizing how deep it was and when I fell on my back I sank and couldn’t get back up.

I remember how cold it was and how much I screamed, and how it was Paul who came to my rescue. He was six then, I think, but in my mind I see him as grown-up Paul, the Paul I remember, picking me up and brushing me off and taking me back to my parents.

I like to remember Paul that way, the way he was when he was young and cared. Not the way he was the last time I saw him. Not the Paul I still have nightmares about…but I’m getting ahead of myself.

There would be no snow this trip, of course. It was May, and even this high up the spring thaw had set in. It was just as well. It was a long drive, almost six hours with the four of us in the RV, Shawna in the driver’s seat, talking and talking the whole way.

That’s how she was now, she almost never shut up. Eric was in the back with Karina, and he seemed to have a lot on his mind, as he kept quiet. Karina was always quiet, of course, and she seemed enthralled by the view as we got deeper into the forest.

So it was up to me to keep up with Shawna’s conversation, because I didn’t want her to run us off the road if she had one of her breakdowns while at the wheel. She was complaining about her boyfriend of the week.

“Now he says he wants to do cross-country skiing,” she said. “I don‘t think he‘s even been on skis in his entire life.”

“Mm-hmm,” I said, staring out the window.

“But I guess it‘s better than the boxing thing.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“I don‘t know what to do with him, really. Do you think he‘ll actually settle on something this time?”

I didn’t hear her at first, and the silence rode out a few seconds longer than was comfortable. Eric came to my rescue: “That‘s how Ian‘s always been: some new big plan every other week,” he said.

“I guess,” Shawna said.

I was watching the trees: It’s strange the way a forest will grow just up to a certain point and then stop at some invisible line. It looks like a stage curtain with gaps you can just barely see through, and it makes you wonder what you’ll find if you walk behind it.

Once you do though, you just see another gap, and more trees with more gaps behind them, and it just keeps going like that until eventually you turn around and see that there’s nothing behind you anymore that looks like anywhere you’ve been and now you don‘t know how to get out of wherever you are.

It was dark when we got to the house. It looked exactly as I remembered, except a bit gloomier for so many years of being empty. It was a box-shaped thing, half again as tall as it was wide, and for some reason it had only one story despite the high ceiling.

More than half the space was just a single big, multi-purpose room, with two bathrooms and a pair of bedrooms built onto the back. It was big and dark and drafty and old and a barn, but it felt like home. It was where we all grew up, after all, Paul, Shawna, and me.

I always called them my cousins, but really they were no relation at all, just the children of my mom’s best friend. But they felt like family anyway.

Maybe that’s why it took so long for Paul and me to get together: He’d been the cousin—or maybe even the brother—I never had for so long that at first it was difficult to get around. It was a strange feeling, right and wrong at the same time. Then one day Paul called us “kissing cousins” and I punched him in the shoulder. He laughed and punched me back, but not hard.

We’d brought food and enough booze for the weekend but we left most everything in the RV for now, too lazy to unpack. Karina and Shawna wanted to go off for a walk on their own for some reason, and that suited me just fine, since it left me alone with Eric.

I told him we would go get the old generator started and pray that the electric heating still worked. There was a big old stone fireplace, but it was better for setting the mood than heating. Even in May the nights got cold up there. I always remember that cold.

I was never much good with tools or machines, but I knew the generator backwards and forwards. Eric wanted to help but was mostly stuck standing around looking out of place, shuffling his feet and not knowing what to do with his hands. I’ve never seen anyone who managed to look awkward in so many different ways and places as Eric. It was cute.

“So this is the fabled old house,” he said.

“Yep. Old House: capital O, capital H,” I said.

I was on my knees, using wrench on the generator’s gas cap. It always stuck.

“It might not look like much, but…” I trailed off and furrowed my brow. “Actually, not sure what else to say about it.”

Eric had the best laugh. I smiled, hoping it was at least equally as impressive. He helped me fill the tank.

“It gets so dark so early up here,” he said.

“Between the mountains and the trees it’s a miracle we get any sun at all,” I said. “Why the hell did Shawna take Karina off like that anyway? If they can’t find their way back we’ll have to go look for them.”

“Probably something to do with—” Eric said, and then stopped and looked away. I appreciated the view of him blushing but was curious about the cause. He tried to hedge, but it didn’t take much pressure before he caved.

“Well, you know why Shawna brought Karina along, right?”

I had no idea. By now the generator was going and the lights were on in the house and we were sitting on the old couches in the part of the big room that always served as the living room.

Eric made coffee and I broke into the liquor cabinet and added a little something to it. Eric was kind of a lightweight and he was already flushed around the cheeks, although some of that was embarrassment and I wondered if maybe another part of it was just the effect of us being alone together. I could hope, anyway.

“I guess you don’t know Karina that well?” he said.

“Never even met her before, just heard everyone talk about her.”

“Well,” said Eric, scratching his head, “she’s kind of…intense.”

“Karina? She’s a mouse. I don’t think I’ve ever even heard her say a word.”

“Not her personality. I just mean, she’s pretty religious these days. Devout. Shawna too.”

“I’ve never seen Shawna go to church. She’s always too hungover.”

“Not that kind of religion,” Eric said. “Some spiritual thing. I don’t really know the details. But that’s why Shawna and Karina are here, some kind of ritual observance to, you know, say goodbye. To Paul.”

I was a little surprised. Of course, it wasn’t a surprise that this trip was about Paul. That went without saying. But I hadn’t realized the rest. Eric wouldn’t meet my eyes now and I felt bad for making him snitch on Shawna when Shawna obviously hadn’t wanted me to know.

“I thought it was a little weird,” he added, almost sounding like he was apologizing. “But I don’t know, maybe it’ll be good for her. Closure. Maybe.”

I went to the window and looked out at the trees, thinking. It made sense, in a way. Although she never said it, I always guessed Shawna couldn’t quite give up on the idea that Paul might still be alive.

They’d never found him, you see: He went up here with four friends on a camping trip March of the previous year. They’d used the old house as a base camp and went further and further out a few days at a time, sometimes following the old trails and sometimes going off of them.

Paul’s dad had always lectured him not to go too far into the mountains, but that was Paul for you: never happy staying close to home.

They called it a “freak storm,” although snow in March wasn’t that unusual for this part of California. Probably Paul and the others went off the trail not expecting the weather to turn and then got snowed into some place they couldn’t get out of, or maybe just lost their way in the whiteout.

The search recovered remains for the other four; just bones, of course, some of them nothing but fragments gnawed by coyotes. But at least it was something for the families to bury.

Nothing of Paul ever turned up though, not even his clothes or the ID tags on his bags. And because of that Shawna always held out hope, long past the point when there was even the smallest reason. How could she not?

So if whatever Shawna and Karina were doing could give her something final so that she could sleep at night and not keep wondering…well, like I said, it made a kind of sense.

As it got even darker out we went silent. I glimpsed movement outside, just at the place where the “curtain” of the forest opened, and I hoped it was the two of them coming back, but when I looked what I saw instead was—

When we were kids, six or eight years old, I would have nightmares about the forest in winter. The snow settles on the big trees in strange ways, and sometimes I’d imagine that they were monsters, great big shaggy things like in “Where the Wild Things Are,” monsters who stayed very still and let themselves be covered by falling snow so that they would look like trees until you got too close.

One day I told Paul about this and later he hid in a snow bank and burst out, snow flying in every direction, roaring, and I screamed and ran away, and his mother yelled at him when she found me crying. He apologized, and cried almost as hard as I did when he saw how scared I was.

Ever since then, though, no matter how old I got, I thought of the forest as a place for monsters. And now, as I looked at that gap in the trees, I thought I saw something very tall, its head scraping the boughs of the trees. It was thing all out of proportion with itself, and I thought that its eyes must be really enormous if I could make them out from this distance…

And then it was gone, just like that, faster than I could blink.

“Are they back?” said Eric.

“Huh?”

“Shawna and Karina, are they back?”

“Not yet,” I said. I looked at the empty space, expecting whatever it was to reappear, but it didn’t. I didn’t think to be scared, because I was sure that I was only seeing things, but for a second I considered going out there and standing in that spot and checking for tracks on the ground, or broken branches from where its head scraped the trees…

Instead I turned back to Eric and sat next to him on the couch, putting my hand on his knee. Now he started, and blushed some more. Cute. I assumed I would have to be in the driver’s seat, because Eric just isn’t the kind of guy to make the first move, and maybe not even the second, but as I was working up my nerve for it he leaned in and kissed me all on his own.

Not a small, sweet kiss like I always imagined he’d go for, but a deep and hard one; the kind that takes your breath away. I pulled back a little, mostly out of surprise, but he caught my hand and pulled me in again and I saw that he was getting that look; you know the one I’m talking about? It was a hungry look. I’ve seen that look before, but never from Eric, although I guess he might have seen it from me once or twice.

I’m not quite sure how we suddenly ended up sprawled out on the couch like that; I blinked and it just happened. He leaned on me a bit too hard so I put my hands up, easing him off, and as long as my hands were there I took the opportunity to feel up and down his chest and back.

Eric’s kisses were firm, his mouth open against mine, his teeth glancing against my lips now and then as his tongue flickered in my mouth. I felt his hands on my hips as he leaned into me again, and for a moment I couldn’t breathe. He didn’t let up. I realized he wasn’t just hungry; he was ravenous. I guess he’d had his eye on me after all.

This was moving faster than I’d expected. How soon would the others be back? What would happen if they walked in on us like this? Shawna seemed to live in a strange dread of my finding anyone new, I think because she felt that if I was holding out for Paul in some impossible way that that was one more irrational reason for her to hope too.

But at the same time she wasn’t blind, and she must have seen how I was around Eric lately, and it must have at least crossed her mind when she left us here alone? Before I got with Paul Shawna always used to tease me about how often I got a new boyfriend. She called me “man-eater.”

Eric interrupted my train of thought by biting my ear, drawing a gasp out of me. For a second he broke off, startled by my cry, or maybe by how tense I was, and he asked if I was all right, and he looked like the same sweet, timid Eric that I always knew. I grabbed him and pulled him in again.

He nipped my ear a second time, and then continued down the side of my neck; he was eating me up one bite at a time. I squirmed against him, sliding my hands down the waistband of his jeans, running them across the topmost rise of his cute behind. The evening chill was setting in all through the house, but all of a sudden it felt inhumanly hot, like I was being cooked by the shared heat of our two bodies.

Eric was undoing the buttons of my shirt. He was so quick that I barely noticed, but then he was kissing my bare shoulder and biting me again. I pushed my hands under his shirt and drew my nails across his back, getting a gasp out of him in return.

He threw my shirt away, and out the corner of my eye I saw it splayed across the floor like an animal hide. He was touching my bare body all over now and he was rough, although he would stop if I ever seemed like I was surprised or hurt. He soon learned not to, that I wanted him to keep going. Truth is, part of me wanted to be treated like a piece of meat.

Eric was sliding my pants off as I tugged at his shirt. His hands were all over me, squeezing me, pinching me,. I was undoing his buttons as carefully as I could given our positions, but by the end I just pulled, not caring if I ripped them.

The glimpses of his bare chest were pretty appetizing. I grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled, and when his head went back I used the space to lean in and bite him just above the heart and lick the sweat off of his bare flesh.

His hands were even lower now, touching the inside of my thighs while the flesh there quivered. I had a decision to make and I would have to hurry, because the matter was rapidly being taken out of my hands: Exactly how much was on the menu?

I had assumed we wouldn’t make it anywhere past second base, and that even that would take a lot of incitement, but he seemed eager for the main course. The question was, was I? It had been a long while, since the last night with Paul and the strange, almost angry sex we’d had on the floor of his apartment.

The memory of that delicious tension hung over me for months after. Even now I couldn’t fully get away from it.

“Wait,” I said. Eric stopped immediately, the fabric of my panties bunched in his hand. I pushed them aside and guided his hand in. “Like this,” I said, directing his touch, rubbing his fingers on me. At the same time I undid his zipper and slipped my own hand inside, rubbing his cock, encircling it and squeezing. He throbbed in my hand.

I felt a little bad for getting him worked up and then stopping short, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that going any further would be wrong. Doing it here, in the house Paul and I grew up in together, a few miles away from the spot where he’d probably died…it almost felt like doing it on his grave or something. It was better this way.

Besides, I figured it might help to hold something back the first time, leave Eric to anticipate more. It couldn’t hurt to let him stew a bit.

He slid a finger into me and I moaned into his mouth. That damp, wet smell was all around us. He was still on top and still grinding into me, and my back was pushed up against the couch’s upholstery so hard that I just knew it was going to leave marks. His thumb rubbed over my clit and I stopped caring, and to be honest it was a complete accident when I bit his lip again. I tasted blood.

He thumbed against me again and I ached all over. It’s funny how it is, that feeling of wanting more of what you’re already getting, as if you were eating and eating but getting hungrier with every bite. I signaled that I wanted it harder, the fabric of the couch rubbing me raw with the short, repetitive motions.

He was building up and almost ready to leg go, and I squeezed as hard as I could, jerking him off, swallowing his moans when we kissed. I felt the wave welling up, building, pushing down and out, radiating hotness through my limbs. Eric lost control, gushing cream over my hand, and the feeling of the wet, dripping, sticky mess was enough to make me boil over.

I think I soaked him. I may even have left a spot on that couch. What can I say? I’m the excitable type.

It was nearly ten o’clock when Shawna came back. I say just Shawna because Karina was still outside. She’d decided to crash in the RV. Shawna played this off as Karina wanting to sleep outdoors because she’d never been camping in her life, but I thought it might have something to do with their goodbye observance.

Eric and I were dressed again and acting as casual as possible, but I was aware that the house smelled like sex and that Eric would never be able to keep a straight face, so I excused myself and went out to check on Karina.

She was standing next to the RV when I caught up with her, and although I didn’t realize it at the time she was staring at that spot in the trees where I saw —or thought I saw— whatever it was, earlier. I asked if there was anything she needed, and she smiled at me in the sweetest way and said, “Nope. I’ve got everything in the world.”

When I got back inside Shawna had broken into her the house liquor along with us (ours was all still in the car), and I could tell by Eric’s expression what they’d just been talking about; that man could never keep a straight face to save his life.

I made another Irish coffee and Shawna sent Eric out to the shed to get wood for the fire. I expected her to let me have it once we were alone, but instead she just gave me a little nod and patted me once on the knee, and that was it.

We talked more about school, and then about the trip to Brazil Shawna was planning, and when Eric came back we got the fire going and we drank more, and things finally started to feel kind of okay.

I sat next to Eric on the couch and he held my hand, keeping it between us so Shawna couldn’t see it; not because he wanted to hide but just because it was a modest, Eric kind of thing to do. My heart melted. We all seemed happier than we’d been in longer than I could remember. It wasn’t just like old times, but that was what made it good.

Shawna noticed it first: “Jesus,” she said, looking at the back deck, “it’s snowing!”

Sure enough, flurries of May snow carpeted the ground outside. We gathered at the sliding glass door, watching. It must have been going for almost an hour judging from how deep it was already. Shawna seemed horrified for some reason.

“But it can’t snow now,” she kept saying, “It just can’t.”

“Well, it’s not that strange,” I said. “Remember when we were kids and it snowed on your birthday?” Shawna’s birthday was the last week of April.

“But that was barely anything,” she said. “This is a real storm.” She gestured to the drifts piling higher outside. The wind hit the side of the house then, hard, and the rafters creaked with the force of it.

“Maybe we should check on Karina,” said Eric. “She probably wasn’t betting on the snow when she decided to sleep out.”

He went out, leaving Shawna and I alone for a minute. The wind blasted the roof and the snow piled high in the trees, turning them into the vague, monster-haunted shapes of my childhood.

It was a while before Eric came back. He stumbled through the door looking dazed. Snow was in his hair, but he didn’t bother to brush it off. He seemed out of sorts but I really thought he’d just had too much to drink until Shawna asked how Karina was and he looked at us with a blank face and said:

“She’s dead.”

I opened my mouth to say, “What do you mean?” but his expression already told me perfectly well.

Shawna asked anyway, and all Eric would say was, “She’s dead, she’s dead,” again and again. He refused to go back outside no matter how many times Shawna told him to go get Karina. I think he really was in shock and Shawna finally gave up and, angry and scared, decided to go check on Karina herself. Hesitating for just a moment, I pulled on my boots and followed.

The cold hit us full-on when we opened the door. The RV was already half-buried by the storm. Shawna trained a flashlight on it and we saw that the door was open and that Karina was lying at the foot of the steps, unmoving.

Eric had said only that she was dead, refusing to tell us anything about how it happened. I’d gone out with the idea that a spring branch had broken under the weight of the snow and fallen on her, but I saw nothing like that now.

The snow all around her body was red. So much red…

Most of the body was intact, but her arms and legs were…gone. Just gone. At first we couldn‘t figure it out, but then we saw the bones scattered around; I thought of the leftovers of a chicken dinner.

As Shawna’s flashlight revealed each one I started naming them, dredging up everything I could remember about skeletal structure from my anatomy classes: ulna, radius, humerus, tibia, fibula, femur, patella; the bones of the carpus are the scaphoid, lunate, triquetrum, pisiform—

I threw up.

Eric seemed like he’d recovered a bit from the shock when we came in, and he answered Shawna’s questions about what he’d seen and how he’d found her, but he didn‘t know anything more than we did; she was dead, dead and in pieces, somehow, and that’s all anyone knew.

The wind whipped the sides of the house harder and harder.

Shawna called the sheriff’s department and they promised to send help as fast as they could, though the storm would hold them up. Eric took me by the shoulders, talking very slowly, and for a minute I thought he was trying to tell me everything would be all right, but then I realized no, he was asking me WHETHER everything would be all right.

I stood apart, looking out the window again, looking at the trees again. What happened out there? I was shaking all over. Shawna and Eric did not notice me. I put my head against the cold glass and mouthed a prayer to no one and nothing. When I opened my eyes again I almost screamed.

Someone was outside, standing next to the RV. Someone who looked like…

I looked at the others. They were arguing and didn’t notice me. I slipped out as quietly as I could. I didn’t even bother to put on my coat. I didn’t care.

Paul was there, with the hood of his parka down. Paul, looking at me, hands stuck in his pockets just like always. His hair had grown long and a beard hid his face, but I still recognized him.

He didn’t react as I approached but just kept looking at me, expression strangely troubled. It wasn’t until I reached out to touch him that he grabbed my hand and squeezed it. He was freezing.

“Hey baby,” he said.

“Are you…?” I touched his face. His beard scratched my fingers. I brushed snowflakes off his eyebrows.

“Paul,” I said. “We all thought you were dead. Even Shawna!” I was babbling.

“I know,” he said. “I was away.”

“Away?” I shook my head. “It’s been more than a year. What happened to you? Where have you been? Why—?”

He put his arms around me and pulled me in. I hugged him as hard as I could. My tears were hot but they chilled and almost froze by the time they reached the bottom of my face. He stroked my hair just like he used to.

“Paul,” I said. ‘Something terrible happened to Karina…”

The body was still there, just a few feet away in fact, but I was working very hard not to look at it. “I know,” he said. “Don’t worry about that now.”

He leaned in to kiss me. I hesitated. “What about the others?”

“They can wait.”

“But Eric is…” I trailed off. Paul frowned a little.

“What about Eric?”

“Nothing,” I said. “Never mind. It can wait. They can wait.”

I kissed him back. It felt strange with the beard, but it was still Paul. He scooped me up in his arms like he used to, so that my feet actually left the ground for a second, and it took my breath away just like it always did.

When Paul held me I felt —not safe, because no one should ever feel safe around Paul no matter what he was doing. Rather, I felt like nothing mattered. Eric, Karina, the last year, even the snowflakes accumulating on us as we stood there, it all might as well have been happening on the moon.

I say this because I want you to understand something: Paul always got his way. No matter what it was or what was going on, it was just part of the nature of being him.

So when he started carrying me into the RV, even though I should have stopped him for any number of reasons (not least of which being the streaks of Karina’s blood still painting the ground around it…), there was never any real chance of that happening.

It was hot inside for some reason; steamy hot. I hadn’t realized before that Karina had left a flashlight on inside, and our two shapes blotted out the light with strange shadows, looking like the silhouette of some huge animal with too many arms and legs.

I wasn’t dressed for the cold, so it didn’t take long for Paul to get my pants down and around my knees. The bedding was chilly, but when Paul kissed me that was warmth enough.

He stripped himself in a hurry then leaned onto me, pulling my head back by the hair and turning my face to the side (he knows I love that). His hand was pushing down there, seeking, feeling me out. He knew every curve on me. When two of his fingers slid into my pussy he stopped, brow furrowed, and I caught my breath long enough to ask what was wrong.

“Nothing,” he said, in a tone that meant it was more than nothing.

Whatever it was, it wasn’t enough to make him stop, or even pause for very long. He was unzipped now and I felt him between my legs, pushing up against me, and I ached inside. I was about to say something about protection but somehow it seemed absurd to think about now, with him back from the dead and in my arms all within the last ten minutes.

So instead I just let him go, and when the length of him filled me I cried out, and he put his hand over my mouth and pushed my head back again, and that made me whimper.

At the time I just thought he was doing that because he knew I’d always liked it, but now I wonder if he wasn’t trying to stop the others from hearing. Because I noticed that all the while we were at it wind stopped, and I think the snow even stopped for a bit.

Paul had stripped off his parka and shirt as well. I kept mine on, fearing the cold, but his hands were all over me anyway, pawing my breasts even through several layers. He slammed up into me again and again, the kind of hard, rough, needy fucking that we used to do after a fight or when one of us had had a bad day.

My voice was stuck in my throat and I was making a noise halfway between a moan and a sob every time he went in. I was burning up. He was rigid. His face showed grim determination, and he was panting hard already.

I put my hands on him and his body felt strange. The light was flickering and inconstant as the movement of our tangled bodies continually blocked the one tiny lantern so it was hard for me to see him except as a dark shape, but my fingers felt him out.

Although he looked just as he always had, with an outdoorsman‘s hard, toned body, when I touched him he felt like skin and bones. I wondered what happened, but I decided that questions (so many questions) could wait, distracted as we both were now by hard, insistent, animalistic rutting.

Paul was bending me so hard I thought I would break. He seemed ready to shudder in half, too. He pulled out at the last second and I felt him splash hot and sticky against the inside of my thigh, dribbling down my bare skin.

I tried to kiss him but he pulled away, leaving me jilted for a moment but too spent to care. He dressed in silence while I lay with my head spinning.

It took me twice as long to dress as he had, fingers trembling. He was waiting for me outside, and he caught me when my weak knees gave way. I smothered myself against his chest. The snow was falling around us again, and the wind had picked up. It sounded shrill and unpleasant.

“We should go in,” I said, “The others will want to see you. And I want to know—I have to know—where you’ve been?”

“Sure,” Paul said. He was looking at me strangely. He caught my hands in his and took them up, kissing the backs of my knuckles. I smiled. The wind screeched louder.

“Are you okay?” I said.

“Never better.” He was squeezing my hands very hard. It hurt a little. I wasn’t wearing gloves. He would not let go. He was still cradling me against him. My ears began to hurt from the whine of the wind.

“Paul?” I said, “What’s that sound?”

“It’s nothing. Keep your eyes closed.”

“Why?”

“Because I asked you to.”

I closed my eyes and strained to hear, and realized that I was actually hearing a voice. The whining noise in my ears wasn’t the wind: it was Shawna. She was screaming and screaming, and I realized she was screaming my name.

“My hands hurt a little. Can you let go?”

“In a minute.”

Shawna’s screams got louder. “But Paul—”

I opened my eyes. I saw that my hands were covered in blood. I tried to move them and I couldn’t.

I looked back and saw Shawna standing in the door of the house with Eric, and they were both screaming for me, and I saw Eric’s face, horrified.

I saw the tracks in the snow too, tracks like an animal might leave, but bigger and deeper. Then I looked up. Paul was gone. Instead I saw—

It was tall, very tall, so tall that its head scraped the trees, and it was so thin that there was hardly any flesh on its body at all; just a bag of bones.

I remember its big, luminous eyes, like moons. And it had so many teeth, and its mouth was full of blood, and so were its great paws with their long, bony fingers.

I looked at my own hands. There wasn’t much left of them.

And now I screamed too.

The wind took my screams away, so I ran, feet churning the snow, and when I fell I got back up and ran again. Eric caught me halfway and pulled me with him into the house. The wind picked up stronger than ever and for the first time I heard the words in it:

The wind was calling my name.

Eric slammed the door and locked it. I sat on the rug, looking at my hands; I didn’t feel any pain. I felt tranquil. I thought about what I’d heard about hypothermia victims, how at some point they just give up and accept it, lying down and dying peacefully, as if they were taking a nap.

Shawna got the first aid kit and tried to help, but there wasn’t much she could do. She used up all the gauze, and I ended up with two bloody, immobile mittens.

Everything seemed like it was happening behind thick glass. I’d learned about the symptoms of clinical shock (Acute Stress Reaction) in class, and my lecture notes tumbled through my head, rattling around in the empty space where my thoughts should be.

Shawna was talking to me. She asked me, what was that thing? I said, “It was Paul.” Shawna’s eyes went wide, and her lower lip trembled. “It was Paul,” I said again.

“That…doesn’t make sense,” Shawna said.

“I saw it too,” said Eric. “It looked like Paul when we first went out, and then it changed…”

Shawna was shaking and ashen, but she sat down. It was hard to argue with Eric, because it was hard to think of him ever lying about anything. If Eric said it, you knew it was true.

Before anyone could say more there was a knock at the door. It was very light and very soft, but everyone jumped. And then we heard it, plain as day: Paul’s voice.

“Hi guys. Can you open up?”

Shawna got to the door first. I wanted to tell her not to, but I was having trouble making sense out of words. Paul was standing there on the porch, hands in his pockets, his normal self, smiling.

“Hey, sis.”

Shawna didn’t move. She didn’t react. I realized I’d never seen her scared before.

“Is Eric in there?” Paul said.

“Paul…” said Shawna. Her voice was very small.

“I really need to talk to him. Just take a second. Not a big thing. Eric?”

Eric stood on wobbly legs. He went halfway to the door and stopped.

“’Sup bro?” said Paul. He smiled wider and I saw flecks of red between his teeth. “You stole my girl, didn’t you?”

Eric shook his head. “It’s not like that.”

“Sure it is,” said Paul, still smiling. “I understand, though. I was gone a while. That doesn’t make it okay, but I should have expected something like this.”

“Paul, leave him alone,” said Shawna.

“Shut up.” Paul took a step forward, so that he was just at the threshold. “Thing is, I’ve been thinking about it, and I don’t want anyone else to get hurt,” he said.

“I’m…I’m sorry about what happened out there already. I don’t want any more of that. I figure, let’s just settle this, you and me. You know: man to man. And the girls can go home. Sound okay?”

Eric said nothing, but he edged a little closer to the door. Shawna tried to push him back. “Eric, no, just stay here,” she said. “He can’t hurt us if we’re in here, I mean look at him, he can’t even come in.”

“Sure I can,” said Paul. “I’m just staying out here because it’s safer for you. If I come in, people will get hurt.”

“People are already hurt,” said Shawna.

“All the more reason I don’t want any more.” Paul shrugged, like he always did. “Come on Eric, what do you say? You want to see everyone else go home, right?”

“Yeah,” said Eric. He took another step, and now Shawna wrapped her arms around his waist to try and hold him in place.

“Eric, no!”

“It’ll be all right, man,” said Paul. He put his hand out. “I promise.”

I watched it all happen in slow motion: Paul reaching in, his arm becoming very long and his hand becoming huge, and the whites of Eric‘s eyes growing large as that great claw closed around him and dragged him away.

I think I tried to stand and help, to grab his arm and pull him in and maybe save him. But I just couldn’t.

With a howl of wind the door slammed shut, and they were both gone. Everything was quiet. Even the wind and the snow stopped.

Shawna went after them, but when she opened the door again there was nothing but the storm and those huge, animal-like tracks in the snow. She called Eric’s name over and over. The wind called it back.

Shawna was saying that Eric might come back. She obviously didn’t believe it, but you had to hope. I watched the seconds tick off the clock one by one. An hour passed. There was no sign of Eric, or of Paul.

Then, at a quarter after the hour, we heard the wind again. The house shuddered. The beast was hungry…

After thinking for a while, Shawna said it was time for us to make a break for it. She said that even if the sheriff’s deputies got out here that there wouldn’t be anything they could do. Only in town would we be safe, she said, though her tone sounded doubtful about even that.

She told me to wait here while she warmed up the RV, since I’d be safer inside. In my right mind I would probably have objected to being left alone, but as it was I just nodded.

I didn’t have long to wait anyway, as Shawna came back within minutes, telling me that the RV was gone. She gave no further explanation, just “It’s gone,” and I nodded and accepted this.

“Why is he doing this?” Shawna said. “That’s not Paul. Paul wouldn’t do this.”

“Yes he would,” I said. It was the first thing I’d said in a while and it startled us both. I looked at my hands (not hands anymore, really) as I talked.

“You know how Paul was: selfish, hot-tempered, and a showoff. I loved him more than anyone, but you know how he was. We all knew.”

“Paul wouldn’t hurt people.”

“You don’t know what he’d do if he had to. No one knows what they might do.”

The wind grew louder. Shawna seemed to be making a decision, and finally she said, “We still have to run for it. If the car is gone so is most of our food, and if this storm lasts the snow could trap us in here. There’s a ranger station a few miles away. We might be able to make it.”

She hesitated. “You can stay if you want to. I mean, I’m not going to make you go out there. It‘s dangerous either way.”

“Is it more dangerous in or out?” I said.

Shawna shook her head. “I don’t know.”

I nodded. “All right. Let’s go then.”

We raided the hall closet, piling on as many layers of old winter clothes as we could. Shawna had to help me with every little button and zipper, since I couldn’t grab onto anything.

We found one pair of gloves big enough to fit over my bandages; I looked like I was wearing oven mitts. I was finally starting to feel the pain. The bandages had almost bled through now, and I wondered how much more blood I could afford to lose.

Shawna went to the kitchen and came back with a knife, one that looked like it was probably older than the house. It was ridiculous to think we could protect ourselves with something that looked like it wouldn’t make a dent in a Thanksgiving turkey, but it was that or go out empty-handed.

Shawna went ahead of me, holding the best flashlight in one hand and the knife in the other. The map was in her back pocket, though she’d shown me where the ranger station was and roughly how I could get there, in case we were separated.

I could hold a flashlight, albeit unsteadily, if I used both hands, so she gave me the second-best one and told me to keep behind her.

No matter which way we went the wind blew in our faces, the ice and the snow stinging our eyes. The drifts were almost three feet high and every step took the effort of five. Shawna had tied an old coat around her waist and another around mine, tying the sleeves together. The entire world was a cold, wet, windy void, blank white in every direction.

At first I couldn’t figure out why we’d stopped, and then I followed the beam of her flashlight and saw the bones half-buried in the snow. There wasn’t really anything left to tell by, but it must have been Eric. The skeleton was almost spotless, hardly even a stain on it, as though even every drop of blood had been licked away after the rest was gone…

I was losing it again. Shawna was hugging me and then shaking me, then telling me we had to keep moving or we’d die, and I knew she was right. But I also knew it didn’t matter, because I heard it again:

The wind was calling my name.

When we looked up there was Paul, waiting for us. Shawna tried to push me behind her but I was rooted to the spot. Paul smiled a little and gestured, and then I was walking forward.

Shawna stood in front of me but I pushed past her. I was at peace inside again, the hypothermia victim lying down to sleep. He was putting his arms out, waiting to hold me, and I wanted to be held, to make up for all the late nights I’d spent alone, crying, thinking about him, praying (to no one at all; I never prayed in my life until Paul disappeared) that he was still alive but knowing that it was impossible.

Shawna was telling me to stop, and then she was screaming at Paul. He told her, “Go on, Shawna. You’re still my sister. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Paul, no!” said Shawna. “Paul, come on, stop, just stop!” I took a few more steps. Paul smiled. I knew that whatever was left of him wanted to be with me, just like he used to. Now he’d even make me a part of him, so that we’d never be separated again…

Shawna ran straight into me and finally succeeded in pushing me down. I fell on my back and sank in the snow, just like with the ill-fated snow angel of our childhood, and then Shawna cut the knot tying us together and screamed “Run!” and threw herself at Paul.

She barreled right into him and they fell in a heap, and I saw her raising the knife and bringing it down, and then I saw that huge shape rise up, grappling her, pushing her down, disarming her. And then Shawna was screaming, and I ran.

I ran and ran, feet churning the snow. I ran blindly through forest, and the trees rose up around me, and all of them were monsters, and they shuddered and shook in the wind, and the wind no longer called my name.

Instead the wind just screamed. It screamed and screamed, and I screamed with it. And, in a way, I’ve never stopped screaming.

***

I should have died. That’s what they tell me.

Somehow I got to the main road, and the deputies who fought the storm to answer Shawna’s call about Karina found me. I was raving and hysterical, and I spent four days in intensive care before I even fully regained consciousness. They call it a miracle.

There wasn’t anything they could do to save my hands, of course. It’s all right. I have a nurse now who helps with the little things I can’t do, like typing this. The pain will fade eventually. Phantom pain, they call it. They don’t know how right they are.

I told the police everything. There was no lie I could imagine that would account for it all, so I told the truth instead. They humored me, of course. Everyone humors the crazy woman.

Two days after I was found, a rancher shot a bear on his porch, the same bear they believed attacked a hiker the night Shawna and Eric and Karina died, and all the deaths were blamed on the animal.

A man-eating bear was a story everyone could be comfortable with. Not like my crazy story about how my ex-boyfriend came back from the dead and killed everyone. So they believed what they wanted

I have a psychiatrist who tells me that it’s perfectly normal to invent delusions as a defense mechanism. The trauma of losing so many people close to me in such a short period of time leads the mind to cope through fantasies, she says.

She also explained about the wendigo.

See, certain Algonquin-speaking tribes had stories about people who became monsters after resorting to cannibalism in the winter. The wendigo was half-man, half-spirit, and it was all skin and bones because it was cursed with a hunger that could never be satisfied.

It was a story to enforce the taboo against cannibalism, she explained, so that no one got any crazy ideas during bad winters. She said that I might have heard wendigo stories before (even if I don’t remember them) and that my subconscious mind probably adapted them to the trauma I experienced.

It almost makes sense when she says it. But I don’t buy it.

The wendigo story gets me to thinking about Paul sometimes, though. And about how four other people got lost in that freak storm with him. And how they found everyone’s bones but his.

Bones that had been gnawed on…

Maybe the others were already dead by the time he got to that point. Then again, maybe they weren’t.

Not much has changed for me. I’ve gotten older. I’m cold all the time, no matter what the weather is like, but I’m used to it. I still have nightmares, but they’re not so bad. The phantom pain isn’t so bad either. Mostly it’s the wind that gets to me.

There are still nights—usually winter nights, when I know that it’s snowing way up in the mountains—when the wind calls my name.

And some nights, when I stay up late and watch the trees sway back and forth and try to remember if all of those shapes had been there when the sun went down, when the pain in my wrists is the worst, and when I think about Paul, and Shawna, and Eric, and poor Karina…

On nights like that, when the wind calls my name, I call back. And it comforts me.

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Her Faux Blown FuseChapter 16 Entering Heaven

It was time for some major recollecting. Here I was standing around all naked and part of an assemblage of characters quite unique. We were partying with the S.acred H.eart I.nterpretive T.ask force attached to the nunnery, the Swill Sisters, Sylvia and Maria, six of the goddess nymphs from my dairy days who were spirits of other realms and Father McGillicuty. Soon Sylvia’s husband would be arriving home from work and who knows who, what else, probably a couple of his girl friends from work....

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"Don't let anyone try to fault you, Bracken," Barnes said as he puffed on a cigar. "You did the right thing by aborting the mission. It may not be glorious to turn away from a fight, but you stayed within our doctrine and brought everyone home." "Yes, sir," Bracken said, sipping from a bottle of beer and taking a puff of his own stogy. "Some of the other men wanted to push ahead anyway, but I figured a forty percent casualty rate was a conservative estimate for that kind of...

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Shalini Sharma The Aunt Next Door 8211 Part 2

Hello! ISS. My self Prashanth from Hyderabad. back with the second part of “Shalini sharma aunt next door” everyone of you know about how me and Shalini aunt met and copulated. For those who haven’t read my previous story. Please read it . Let me give you a brief introduction. Shalini sharma a brahmin aunt residing in next building of mine. She is too fair and slim and she has the perfect figure. Her stats are 32, 30, 32. My sexual queen which I had the best and wild encounter in this part. I...

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You know that queasy tingle you get in your stomach whenever you're around someone you like? No? Well, it makes you go crazily nervous and not to mention horny as fuck. Well, that's how I feel anyway. It's a feeling that I can't control. At least I have an excuse for it, though, since I'm a teenager and I always seem to be craving something or having random mood swings all the time. "Anyway, I've been having this queasy feeling in my stomach every time I'm around someone I like," I whisper...

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My Down Fall with Texting Part 8

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Penetrating My Young Wife

Hi all, this is my first story, I will subsequently post my other stories as well. I am 30 year old guy coming from a very small village in wb. This story is about 3 years back when I was 27 and had to marry because of family pressure to a girl I had never met. My wife in my marriage was a complete teen and had no maturity but just because her mother was the only one to take care of her she had to be married. My mother in laws husband was my father’s close friend and had died in accident when...

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You, Chris, are a normal kid in an abnormal world; one where Seniors were given the option to redo their last year in school due to the worldwide quarantine that took place last year. You're returning to school along with his girlfriend, Rose, and the rest of your classmates in a unique situation. You've all turned 18 throughout quarantine, but now you're all surrounded by adults who spent just as much time in isolation as the you did, so naturally some tensions were going to develop between...

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Dungeoneering HaremChapter 13

Gathering among the crowd of adventurers Elinore and Bonny ready themselves as they enter the structure jutting out of the mountain. Elinore’s eyes widen as the group finds themselves in a wide-open field with fountains of water across the area. The crowds dissipate surprised by the extensive amount of space in the area as Bonny raises her guard. “Where is this?” Kaito asks. “This is the Wasser Dungeon, the Dungeon of Water,” Bonny says. “Or at the very least it’s the entrance, but I don’t...

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emma waited in her trailer after the concert. A fan won a personal meet-and-greet with her. She didn't bother to change, reasoning that he would love to see her in her concert outfit up close. There was a knock. "Miss emma, your fan is here," said security through the door. emma opened the door. Standing before her was a young man. He shyly looked at her and walked inside. Security closed the door behind him. emma stuck her hand out. "Hey! What's your name?" she asked. "John," the fan nervously...

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Devar ke sath

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Warrior WoesChapter 25

She saw the man come in. He was wearing a big smile. Looked like he might have some news. “This is a big night for me,” I said. I was so nervous and so positive, but she was looking down and seriously not happy. “I guess it’s not going to be as big a night as I thought,” I said. I knew the look. I worked for lawyers and it had happened to me too, before. And now it was again, I was being dumped. No doubt about it. “You’re dumping me, aren’t you?” I said, dropping into a seat across from...

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A Simple AffairVic and Cheryl

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Shadow of a Doubt Ch 03

Chapter 03 Mornings are wonderful on 'our weekends'. Not having to jump out of bed at first light to feed and keep our children occupied is such a blessing. Perhaps I should feel guilty, but when our two little ones are at Grandma's house, Johan and I get to be and act like we always have with each other. For two whole days a week we can relax and be two horny people who both enjoy sex, having fun, playing with toys, and all kinds of other 'regular' things too. 'Our weekend' stretches from...

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A New PastChapter 42 PointCounterpoint

“Who are they?” I asked once security cleared us to edge past the protesters in the wake of the bus carrying the interns. It had taken long enough that we had swung by the rental house so we could drop Jeryl to get the kids in bed. “Greenpeace? The Sierra Club?” “No,” Alison said with a scowl. “It’s a group called ‘Save our Shores’. The leader here is a man named Seymour Xavier.” I nodded. “And what, exactly do they think we are doing to harm the shores?” Alison shook her head. “The best...

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VortexChapter 8

Everything went according to plan the next morning. Wendy was told to bring the car round to the front door of the hospital and Tim was brought down in a wheelchair. There was no problem when they arrived home. Tim swivelled in his seat, Wendy pulled him to his feet, handed him his crutches and he made his way into the house. She settled him in his chair in the drawing room and made sure everything was within reach before making them each a mug of coffee. "Golly! I'm glad to be home,"...

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Stuborn bitch

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Mehendi On Vidya8217s Hands

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Mother Daughter Feast 7 of 12

After a short break, since we are pressed for time, Anna lies on the padded table and asks Red to stretch her pussy lips out as far as she can, holding them until her dad secures them. Once that is done, she asks me to stretch her clit out the same way so her dad can secure it also. "Dad how long are my pussy lips and clit?" Tom measures them and tells our daughter that her pussy lips and clit are just over 3.5 inches long. "Did you bring the needle and thread that I asked you to?" ...

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teaching the olsens part 3

“Sally, you’ve been such a good girl I’m gonna reward you! You can open the door third on the left, inside you will find a bathroom, and it’s fully equipped. You may use the toilet and shower, you have exactly 15 minutes”. “Thank you master!” she fled to the bathroom, having her guts full of my piss must have been really getting to her! I went over to Chris to see how he was doing, the Dildo still protruded from his ass but I had no intention of removing it. Chris was looking at me...

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Punish Me

"You are not to speak, to moan, to groan or scream." he growled at me, his voice almost a whisper. I tried so hard to obey, tried hard to be the good little bitch to be used as he sought fit. I nodded quickly as he pressed his hard cock roughly against my mouth, I opened for him. My lips curled back like the petals of a flower. The head of him prodded the back of my throat thrust after thrust and I tried to swallow him, desperately tried to fit all of him down my throat. His hand, those big...

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Die Freundin meines besten Kumpels

Der erste Urlaubstag in diesem Sommer, ein 30°C warmer Montag und denke mir das ich mich wohl schön an den See legen könnte gedacht getan. Also gegen 14:00 zum see ein wenig in der sonne bräunen und zwei stunden später klingelte mein Handy, Laura(19) rief an und fragte ob ich Zeit hätte mit Ihr was zu unternehmen ich willigte ein und sagte ich hole dich in einer halben stunde ab. Lauras freund mein bester Kumpel war auswärts arbeiten es ist nichts ungewöhnliches das wir in der Woche was...

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My Girls IIThe End Of Cycles The Beginning Of KnowledgeChapter 14

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My gang bang

I had just turned 21 and was only just beginning to realize how much of a whore I truly was. A strip club had just opened up in town, and I had just started working there. It was 3 am on a Saturday night and we were just getting closed up. My boyfriend at the time, Dan, had just pulled up to pick me up. “Where we headed baby?“ I asked as I hopped in the car. “Heading over to Eric’s to party a little, you wanna party right?” “You know it!” I replied. When we got there the party was pretty much...

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Trip To Goa With Mom Rocky And Shweta 8211 Part 2

After we reached our rooms, I told Rocky that I have proposed to Shweta. She has said yes to me. Rocky said, “Wow, Raj, that’s good news.” I asked Rocky whether I should take it one step and seduce her in bed. He said, “Go slow. Else she might feel you are a pervert.” I understood what he said. Soon mom and Shweta got out of the room after getting ready for their meeting. Mom told me that she, Rocky, and Shweta would go for the meeting. Post that we can go to the club for a party together. I...

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