The Wendigo is a mythological creature or evil spirit in the spiritual tradition of North American Algonquian-speaking tribes that is associated with winter and cannibalism. It is described as a beast that stalks and eats humans, or as a spirit that possesses humans and causes them to turn into cannibals. They have mouths drawn down in a rictus, their lower lip turned out, blackish-brown fur, worn down teeth, ram horns for ears, and flared nostrils expelling white vapors.

Wendigos are also known to stalk their victims stealthily for long periods of time. They can race after their prey while running on top of trees, they can manipulate the weather stirring up ice storms and tornadoes, and can mimic human voices.

This is the story of an encounter:

I had an experience with a wendigo last fall in early October in Northern Minnesota in a state forest on a reservation. I was staying with some very dear friends, I’ll call them M and C, and they have a camper in their yard by the lake for guests to sleep in. I had walked down to the camper from the house with my dog, Eboni, around midnight and found that I needed to set up the heater. By the time I was done getting it in order, it was 1:30 AM. I never thought to lock the door because, really, I figured it’s in the middle of the woods so there was nothing to worry about.

I had closed the curtains and was having trouble falling asleep because my anxiety was going mad, M and C’s dogs were barking outside, and their geese wouldn’t stop honking. Eboni usually sleeps under the covers next to me, but this time she was sitting on my hip while I laid on my side. I could feel her turning her head back and forth, like she was trying to track something outside. I tried tucking her under the blankets to calm her down, but she kept returning to her perch on my hip.

I laid there for at least 40 minutes, when all of a sudden I heard M’s voice outside the camper: “Anybody in there? Hmmmm…” And what sounded like CLAWS dragging down the side of the camper.

I almost called back to “her,” when I realized…  she and C were both fast asleep by now, and M knew I was in there…she wouldn’t ask if “anybody” was. Suddenly, I noticed EVERYTHING had gone absolutely SILENT outside. The dogs and the birds had stopped carrying on…the gusts of wind had even stopped. It was the kind of silence you hear about in horror stories: how the woods go mute when something evil is in the area. Then another thought hit me: Eboni would be barking at the door if that had been anything human. She was frozen on my hip, dead quiet, shaking.

I didn’t dare to move, but I was really starting to have to pee. And I remembered that I hadn’t locked the door. I have no idea how long I laid there debating whether I should get up and use the bathroom and lock the door, but it felt like an eternity.

I thought it may have been a skinwalker at first, but remembered they don’t mimic the voices of your loved ones to lure you into the woods. Wendigos do. I knew these creatures can lure humans out of their abodes if they make eye contact with you and EVERYTHING in me was screaming to make sure I didn’t look outside. I walked softly to the front of the camper, and very slowly turned the lock, praying and holding my breath. I made sure to keep my eyes away from the windows as I crawled back in bed, and pulled Eboni close and she finally stayed under the blankets. I snuck a peek at my phone for the time before I laid down, it was about 2:30. As soon as I laid down, the wind kicked back up and M and C’s basset hounds erupted into howls as they came running down to the camper and a little ways into the trees, and the geese started their noise again. I heard the dogs come back to the camper, barking a few more times before they laid down outside the door to protect me. I didn’t get out of bed again that night.

I told M and C what had happened the next morning. I think I was hoping M would say she had come down to check on me and Eboni, but she confirmed what I already knew: they had gone to bed as soon as I had left the house. I said a prayer over their house, the camper, and all of us before leaving back home. I haven’t experienced anything like that since.

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