My mother or what I had assumed to be my mothers clothes were ripped shredded and burnt to pieces. I just stood there for a good hour just watching this thing as stunned as a mullet. I was in pure disbelief that this thing had been with me when the "wendigo" came. I mean she didn't really speak only for the police... but even then she sounded raspy, I tried to forget about this but after knocking my dad unconscious is not like my mother. She is a person of reason and logic, but going violently and forceful was not at all like her. I had been tricked... If this wasn't my mum and this was something else, Then where in the fucking hell is my mom.
But how the hell did the police not find me yet? Or Did this thing actually know where we were going or just threw me into a trap. I felt my stomach tie knots again this time it just got tighter and tighter until this burning sensation rushed upon My throat. I wiped my mouth with my torn clothes. I lay on the ground in pain in silence, my stomach gurgling again when, blue and red seep into the night air as the world goes still and silent I feel as if I'd waste away and not give two fucks.
My hands lay limp my eyes roll back as I try to speed shit up as everyone and everything I love is dead and gone.My fever dream started chiselling itself into my mind. That last thing I remember was the cops running over flashlights and guns in hand firing at something tall behind me I assume it was up 7ft in the air otehrwise they were shooting at the stars.