Creepypasta #1107: I Think I’d Encountered A Wendigo
My wife and I have been running the rat race for years. A family, a house in the city, two dogs, and a cat. The stereotypical American Dream. But the city took its toll. The neighborhood got worse, the crime rose, and we found ourselves looking for a way out.
Our opportunity came when I was offered a new job out of state. It was a great career move, but we didn’t want to move to a new city just to have the same problems again. So we started looking around and found a great mountain community about an hour and a half from the job. There was a great ranch style house with a big back porch, windows everywhere, and a lot of property. The back yard had a big grassy area, a creek that cut the property in half, and acres of woods beyond. It’s huge. The house is more than twice the size of our house in the city. It’s all updated and has no neighbors within a mile. It’s a radical change from the life we lived in the city. Best of all, it was less than half of what we were paying for our old house.
The house was a foreclosure and when we asked the listing agent about it, she simply said the old family had abandoned the property. We really didn’t think anything of it.
The first three months were uneventful. We settled into our new life. The kids got used to the new school and new friends, and we got used to the big house and property.
But then the weather turned cold and things started to get weird on the property. It started with noises from the back property. Things we chalked up to being in the woods. Then the motion lights around the house started going off randomly. Once again we just chalked it up to being in the woods.
But last night, it all changed. Last night was the most terrifying night of my life.
One of the dogs was at the back door whining and scratching. I assumed he needed to go to the bathroom so I grabbed my flashlight and walked out the back door.