Page 8 of Chaos has a Name
Or he’d be in his house already, protected.
It was sad that he had never overheard an elder tell the story, time and time again.
Most of the reservation believed it to be just another made-up boogeyman, but it wasn’t.
It was real.
And now, unfortunately for Thomas, there was only one thing to feel.
Fear.
He felt fear.
As his pace quickened, he managed to get closer to his home before the louder whistling began.
It was all around him, and Thomas couldn’t tell where it was coming from, or if it was his mind, but he heard it.
Oh, and it chilled him to the bone.
What terrified him?
It was the voice that began calling to him.
‘On this night we bring you to his space. You’re the guest of honor and our salvation. The Wendigo calls, and The Hollow answers.’
It was chanted over and over.
Louder and louder.
That was all he needed to hear. Fear filled him, and that fight or flight was in overdrive.
Thomas was no longer jogging. Now, he was running as fast as he could in an effort to escape whatever it was that was chasing him.
Thomas felt like prey.
He felt hunted.
Even through the alcohol, he could feel those tendrils of danger reaching for him, threatening his life.
He.
Ran.
Fast.
Something was behind him.
And around him.
That was the only way to explain it. His only goal now was to reach his home where he could lock the door, and be safe from whatever it was that was hunting him.
His sanctuary was not far now, and he knew if he got to the door, he would be safe.
Nothing would get him inside of his cabin.
With each step, the chanting continued, and it was getting louder and closer.
With each step, his heart raced faster, pounding steadily in his chest.
