They spent the next day hiking with a 25 kilogram backpack. Daniel was starting to tire out, it seemed to him that his already heavy backpack had only gotten heavier through the day, and now it felt like he was carrying a backpack full of lead. Even Joe was starting to look a little tired. Daniel was just about to collapse when Joe announced,"This looks like a good place to make camp."
They set up their tents in a clearing in the woods. Then, they put a circle of stones where the fire would be, and put their folding chairs in front of the fire pit. Daniel went out to get some firewood. As he walked through the forest, his flashlight illuminating the forest in front of him, he heard a cackle coming from the trees in front of him. When he heard that sound, all the hair on his arms and neck stood straight up on end. His hand holding the flashlight trembling, he held it out so that it shined to where the noise came from. When he saw what it was, every nerve in his body screamed.
It looked vaguely like a human, but it's skin was so tight around its bones that it looked like a walking skeleton. Its skin was a deathly shade of pale grayish blue, but its deep set eyes glowed sky blue. It wasn't wearing much but the reminisce of tattered green pants When the light was shined in its eyes, it pulled back its torn, bloody lips and snarled, revealing razor-sharp teeth. A horrible smell filled the air, the smell of death. Daniel then did the sensible thing. He turned and ran.
Daniel tore through the forest as fast as his legs would take him. He could hear the wīndigöm's heavy footfalls not far behind. He could see the campsite now. Joe had gotten some firewood of his own now, and the fire was roaring. About ten yards from the campsite, the wīndigöm gave up the chase.
Joe was sitting by the fire waiting for Daniel and wondering what was taking him so long when he bounded into view, panting and gasping for breath. "WĪNDIGÖM!" He managed to sputter. Suddenly a terrible howl arose from the forest. The wīndigöm leapt into view, a look of evil and death in its eyes. Another howl rang out, and into the clearing came another wīndigöm, then another, and then another. Joe drew his Bowie knife and eyed the four wīndigöms that approached. Daniel also drew his knife. Joe was confident. It was two on four, but Joe and Daniel had knifes. Daniel was less confident, having seen them before, and his knife trembled. For a moment it was a standstill, then the wīndigöm that Daniel had escaped suddenly leapt for Daniel's throat.