The man hung his apron on the back of his door. Another day of work done. Eight hours of staring at people in the checkout line had made him very hungry.
He went downstairs to the fridge and rummaged through it. He was pretty sure he had something left from yesterday’s dinner guest. Ah, there it was. He popped open the container and put it in the microwave to reheat.
About twenty minutes later, he was done. He put the empty container in the sink and took the foot bones out to the shed. He unlocked the door, shoved aside his workbench, pulled open the trapdoor underneath, and added the bones to the pile. It was getting pretty big. He’d probably have to do something about it soon.
Oh, well. That was the life of a wendigo.
If you've seen Grimm episode 2.11 or Supernatural episode 1.2, or if you know your mythology, you probably know what a wendigo is. If you don't, this is the version I based my story on.
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