Page 7 of Chaos has a Name
The Hollowhad no voice.
It only had a presence there on the reservation in the dark shadows of the trees.
On this one night, it wasn’t safe to be out, and it was clear that he didn’t know that.
Because not everyone knew of the ones who protected them from the Wendigo. His ancestors did a poor job of passing down the legend to their family.
That was sad.
The Hollowwas magnificent.
Unfortunately for Thomas, tonight, he would know all about the secrets in these magnificent woods.
In his death, there would be nothing butHONORfor the sacrifice he was about to make.
For his offering was going to make the Wendigo happy, and those who lived there prosperous.
When the whistle blew again, the man got chills across his body, and he opted not to stand there any longer.
He.
Took.
Off.
It was clear that Thomas wasn’t a fool, even if he was drunk out of his mind. That sense of self-preservation kicked in.
Quickly, he began jogging down the road, aiming for his home where he would get inside and hide from whatever it was that was chasing him.
Because instinctively, he knew something was.
When the terrifying song was played in the dark, shadow-filled night, he picked up the pace, hauling ass even quicker.
The staccato of his footsteps were only matched by the drumming of his heart in his ears.
Something.
Was.
Coming.
It only made Thomas run faster, as if he had a chance to escape what lurked behind him.
Unfortunately for him…
He.
Did.
Not.
This was a race through the reservation to his home, and sadly, he was not going to win.
He should be terrified.
Everyone should know of the spirits that haunted the reservation land. It was clear that tales were told to only some of them as young children about how that one night was dangerous.
Clearly, no one warned him.
