A First Nations man recalls his experience with a manifestation while camping in the Northern Canadian wilderness. He was told that it was a 'wendigo.' Or maybe it was a malevolent spirit?
The following account was forwarded to me:
"I wasn't sure if I should share this story with anyone outside of my small circle of people that were there. but I want to share my experience in hopes that it saves someone’s life or gives an understanding of what someone else has experienced.
It was late Fall of 2010 in northern Canada I went deep into the wilderness with my father and my eldest brother to hunt for moose. We left in the early morning, just before sunrise trying to cover as much distance as possible before nightfall.
We traveled winding rivers and had to repeatedly portage over rapids all day, we decided to set up camp just over halfway to our destination. My father figured that we’d make the rest of the journey tomorrow. Well, when everyone bedded down for the night I decided to go grab some firewood and relieve myself down by the bank of the river, just out of reach of the light from the campfire.
Out from the tree line (about 15 yards away), I could hear rustling in the bushes, I watched the area where I heard the noise and focused on that spot. I felt kind of funny (dizzy/lightheaded) and I could smell this putrid odor, like old milk or rotten food. Then I saw the trees start to morph and move ever so slightly and began to take the shape of a head and slight facial features.
My eyes began to adjust to the darkness and along the tree line, I could hear this voice coming from there. I recognized it, the voice sounded like one of my relatives who had recently passed. The face took the shape of my relative. “Hello,” they said, “I’ve missed you, come see me.” I smiled and stepped forward a bit but stopped to analyze the situation. My relative's face stopped smiling and became emotionless, the skin began to turn pale and peel away. Chunks of flesh from their cheeks began to fall away and I felt shock and fear overwhelm my body. I couldn’t make sense of it at all so I started to back away and make my way to camp, I didn’t realize at the time that I had been walking towards the voice and I was further away from the firelight.
The voice became angry and began shouting at me to “come here” so I turned to run away but as I looked back one more time I saw the most disgusting thing I had ever seen, it was rotting flesh on gnawed bone, caved in eyes and a hollow chest cavity, this humanoid creature was tall and super thin.
I ran as fast as I could, trying to yell for help but the fear made my voice quiet and raspy, I ran along the river bank and I could hear the heavy breaths and the stomping feet from this thing right behind me, I made it onto the top of the river bank but it grabbed a hold of my leg as I jumped up. I gripped and tore the grass trying to lift myself and yelled as loud as I could then finally my voice came back and I yelled, “Someone has my leg!” My brother woke up and ran over to where I was then he pulled me up and took me over to the fire.
I was terrified, trying to explain what I saw and that it looked like my relative but not. I was trying to convince them that I wasn’t seeing things but my brother nodded his head and said “I saw it too, I know.” That solidified it, he acknowledged that it was real. We stayed up all night after that, rifles loaded and close by, we packed up when the sun was coming up and went back home. We haven’t shared that story with anyone out of fear of being labeled as crazy or liars.
I’ve had nightmares and couldn’t sleep for months afterward, I would see things/dark figures looking into my window or hear whispers when I was walking home at night. Eventually, I saw this dark figure daily, I went to medicine men/shamans for help but I’ve learned that the ceremonies only relieve it temporarily. Friends have given me everything from “protection pouches” to certain crystals.
I found out that there’s a strong possibility that I encountered a “wendigo.” I learned that if you encounter one and survive, it attaches itself to you like a parasite. I learned that it could only do this if it touched you, which it did. Ever since that night, I’ve been on edge when I enter any forest or wooded area, which sucks because I loved being outdoors / hunting and in nature. Now I always feel like I need to keep my back against something when I’m out in the wild..
Anyways, make your own conclusions about this. I’ve paid a price for being an ignorant child to the stories of old. They are real, I can attest to that" B
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