Chapter 3: The Old Indian
"What do you suppose the Windego is?" asked Glynis of Dana when they were alone in the hotel room they were sharing.
"I'm not sure. I feel that it must be some kind of PTSD hallucination, caused by the bombing of that construction sight. I don't believe that it's an angry wood sprite like Mulder," Scully shook her head and sighed, "Sheriff Green said not to listen to the wind. That is what gets me. It's almost as if he believes the legend."
"You think it was post traumatic stress? I suppose it does cause hallucinations. I've been doing some research on the Internet to see if there is any information on what the Windego is since the sheriff said it was an Indian legend. So far I can't seem to find anything. Maybe we should ask some of the local yocals," suggested Glynis, biting her lip. Scully smiled. She knew Glynis' nervous habit of biting her lip could only mean one thing; she was itching to get out of the hotel and dig up some information.
"You go, Glynis. I'm to old to do what I know you have in mind."
Glynis raised her eyebrows, "Sure?"
"Yes I'm sure. Just don't get into too much trouble."
"Oh, you know me, Trouble is my middle name! I'll be back late tonight. I'll let you know what I find out in the morning." Scully nodded.
"Just don't tell Mulder where I am. He wouldn't care anyway, but if he asks-" Glynis paused, looking at her cousin full in the eye.
"I won't tell him. And if he asks I'll tell him the truth. Deal?"
"Deal. Now help me pick out what to wear." Glynis and Scully spent the next fifteen minutes fixing up Glynis and getting her ready to go out. Glynis pulled her long red hair up in a trendy do, leaving some of the strands down to frame her face. Navy jeans, a gray square neck shirt, and black shoes completed her outfit. As Glynis was applying dark suede lipstick, Mulder knocked on the door. Glynis recapped her lipstick, picked up her dainty black purse, grabbed her short black jacket, opened the door, looked at Mulder, smiled, and walked out the door like a women on a mission.
Mulder paused in the doorway, looked after Glynis, and then back in the room at Scully.
"Where is she going?" he asked, "She looks like she's 16. Isn't she 21?"
Scully smiled, "Glynis is 21. She is one of those poor girls that can look about 7 years younger then they actually are. She's gone out to gather information on this Windego story."
Mulder frowned, "She actually thinks that people will walk up to her and tell her what she wants to know? No one has that kind of capability."
"Mulder, she is after the teenage crowd. That's why she is dressed that way. If I'm not mistaken, you did a double take when you saw her walk out the door and you are much older then the teenage crowd. They'll walk up to her. Glynis has the uncanny ability to attract people of all ages and with slow questioning and girlish laughter, they tell her what she wants to know. She would make the perfect spy. She so natural that people would never suspect her of anything."
"I don't like the idea of her going out by herself. What if something happens?"
"Mulder. Why do you think that Glynis can't handle this case? She is obviously trained in some self-defense techniques."
"Scully, I don't like it when I'm not with you when you go out to interview people. Usually when I'm gone something happens to you that I might have been able to prevent. Just because I'm not that crazy about your cousin, doesn't mean I can't feel the same way."
Scully opened her mouth to respond, but closed it again. She sighed. Mulder was still upset about her abduction 3 years ago. No wonder he was nervous about Glynis. She was one more person he felt he had to look out for.
"Glynis will be fine, Mulder. Don't worry about her, she can take care of herself." Attempting to lighten the mood Scully added, "She pinned you didn't she?" Mulder turned and looked at his partner and grinned. Scully started to giggle at the memory and pretty soon they were both laughing.
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After walking down main-street for a short while, Glynis finally decided to stop at what appeared to be the local teen hangout. She had started to get discouraged when nothing appeared to be open at the very late hour of 9:00pm, when she stumbled upon The Diner. She watched from a hidden position across the street as many groups of teenagers came and went. She finally decided to walk in with a group of girls. She walked at a fast pace reaching the tale end of the group, unnoticed, as they walked in the door. She walked over to the counter and sat down on one of the red stools. She ordered a coke and settled down to wait. Glynis didn't miss a single thing. She had absorbed every detail of the little diner. It was decorated in red, black and white checked '50's style. The walls were decorated with pictures of James Dean, Elvis, and Marilyn Monroe. The booths were red vinyl and the floor was black and white checked.
"Cute" thought Glynis as she sipped her coke. The teens looked like your ordinary teenagers. None of them had missed a beat either. As Glynis walked in, they all noticed that she was new, causing her to become the topic of many conversations. Many of the boys tossed glances at Glynis, and this angered many of the girls. Glynis noted all the sideways glances as she silently sipped her coke. Any time now, she knew they were all talking about her, she was just getting annoyed at how long they were taking to find out who she was. Finally her wait was over. Someone tapped her on her shoulder and she turned around. She came face to face with a very handsome boy of 17. She was taken by his unusually bright blue eyes, which were slightly hidden by his dirty blond hair. He flashed her a crooked smile.
"Hi. I'm Trevor. Would you like to join us?" Trevor gestured to a group of about 5 guys who were all looking at her intently. Glynis glanced at the group of boys, and smiled.
"I would love to join you," she said. Trevor offered her his arm and escorted her to the table. The conversation in the diner started up again, mainly centered on the red head, as different groups of guys silently kicked themselves for not approaching her first and now she was gone with the most popular guy in school.
Glynis settled in next to Trevor and was introduced to the remaining guys.
"This is Grant, Allen, Charlie, Ryan, and Chris. And your name is?"
"I'm Glynis. It's nice to meet you." Glynis smiled. Soon they were wrapped in meaningless conversation. She learned that Trevor was the Sheriff's son, he was a senior in high school and that he planned to go to a state school and study biology. The others had similar interests about attending a state school. This was all good information, but not what she wanted.
Their conversation had finally turned to ghost stories. The boys had the alternative motive to scare her. Glynis was good at acting scared. She just snuggled in closer to Trevor and pretended shivering when the stories got too "scary".
"So, what is this Windego?" she finally asked. The boys looked at each other, slight smiles on their faces. This was there favorite ghost story because it was part of their town history. None of them wondered where Glynis had heard of the Windego.
"The Windego," started Ryan, "is a creature that lives in the wind."
"Right. On windy nights, if you listen carefully, you can hear it call your name," Continued Grant. This time Glynis shivered for real. She had already heard a name whispered. She was just glad it wasn't hers.
"Then what happens?" Glynis leaned forward eagerly.
"The Windego grabs you, and starts to pull you along till you can't keep up anymore and your feet are dragged. Then in one quick movement, it sweeps you high in the sky. Then the Windego steals your breath, and drops you," Trevor finished. Glynis gasped.
"That. Is. Scary," Glynis said, "What do you mean, the Windego steals your breath?"
"Exactly that. The Windego takes all the air out of your lungs and prevents you from taking a breath." Trevor saw Glynis' eyes widen. He smiled and cuddled her closer. Glynis glanced at her watch.
"Wow, its midnight," she informed them. Trevor picked up on her hint.
"Hey guys it's been great talking with you. I really need to get back."
"Me too. Can I take you home?" Trevor asked, smiling his crooked smile. Glynis smiled in return and nodded yes.
"Great! Catch ya guys later," Trevor said to his companions. They all sighed. They knew Trevor had claimed this one for himself. Like the other boys at the diner, they all silently kicked themselves for not speaking up sooner.
"It was nice to meet all of you," Glynis said as she waved goodbye. They all waved back and started on their different ways home. As Trevor and Glynis left the diner, an old Indian man stepped out from between the buildings and grabbed Glynis' arm.
"Stay away from here, girl. The Windego knows why you're here and wants you to leave," he said as he grabbed her arm.
"What?" Glynis said as she tried to pry her arm out of his iron like grip.
"Hey man, we don't want any trouble," said Trevor as he tried to put himself between Glynis and the old man.
"Leave now, before the Windego gets you! And you, young Trevor, stay away from this girl and her friends or you will end up like the construction workers."
"Hey! Get away from us!" Trevor shouted as he yanked Glynis' arm free. They ran towards the hotel as the old Indian shouted after them, "Beware! The Windego watches you!" The old Indian smiled. He held in his withered hands Glynis' black jacket she had dropped when he grabbed hold of her arm. Now that he had a part of her, the Windego would know her name. With the death of this girl, maybe the FBI people and the construction workers would leave for fear of dying themselves.
"What do you suppose the Windego is?" asked Glynis of Dana when they were alone in the hotel room they were sharing.
"I'm not sure. I feel that it must be some kind of PTSD hallucination, caused by the bombing of that construction sight. I don't believe that it's an angry wood sprite like Mulder," Scully shook her head and sighed, "Sheriff Green said not to listen to the wind. That is what gets me. It's almost as if he believes the legend."
"You think it was post traumatic stress? I suppose it does cause hallucinations. I've been doing some research on the Internet to see if there is any information on what the Windego is since the sheriff said it was an Indian legend. So far I can't seem to find anything. Maybe we should ask some of the local yocals," suggested Glynis, biting her lip. Scully smiled. She knew Glynis' nervous habit of biting her lip could only mean one thing; she was itching to get out of the hotel and dig up some information.
"You go, Glynis. I'm to old to do what I know you have in mind."
Glynis raised her eyebrows, "Sure?"
"Yes I'm sure. Just don't get into too much trouble."
"Oh, you know me, Trouble is my middle name! I'll be back late tonight. I'll let you know what I find out in the morning." Scully nodded.
"Just don't tell Mulder where I am. He wouldn't care anyway, but if he asks-" Glynis paused, looking at her cousin full in the eye.
"I won't tell him. And if he asks I'll tell him the truth. Deal?"
"Deal. Now help me pick out what to wear." Glynis and Scully spent the next fifteen minutes fixing up Glynis and getting her ready to go out. Glynis pulled her long red hair up in a trendy do, leaving some of the strands down to frame her face. Navy jeans, a gray square neck shirt, and black shoes completed her outfit. As Glynis was applying dark suede lipstick, Mulder knocked on the door. Glynis recapped her lipstick, picked up her dainty black purse, grabbed her short black jacket, opened the door, looked at Mulder, smiled, and walked out the door like a women on a mission.
Mulder paused in the doorway, looked after Glynis, and then back in the room at Scully.
"Where is she going?" he asked, "She looks like she's 16. Isn't she 21?"
Scully smiled, "Glynis is 21. She is one of those poor girls that can look about 7 years younger then they actually are. She's gone out to gather information on this Windego story."
Mulder frowned, "She actually thinks that people will walk up to her and tell her what she wants to know? No one has that kind of capability."
"Mulder, she is after the teenage crowd. That's why she is dressed that way. If I'm not mistaken, you did a double take when you saw her walk out the door and you are much older then the teenage crowd. They'll walk up to her. Glynis has the uncanny ability to attract people of all ages and with slow questioning and girlish laughter, they tell her what she wants to know. She would make the perfect spy. She so natural that people would never suspect her of anything."
"I don't like the idea of her going out by herself. What if something happens?"
"Mulder. Why do you think that Glynis can't handle this case? She is obviously trained in some self-defense techniques."
"Scully, I don't like it when I'm not with you when you go out to interview people. Usually when I'm gone something happens to you that I might have been able to prevent. Just because I'm not that crazy about your cousin, doesn't mean I can't feel the same way."
Scully opened her mouth to respond, but closed it again. She sighed. Mulder was still upset about her abduction 3 years ago. No wonder he was nervous about Glynis. She was one more person he felt he had to look out for.
"Glynis will be fine, Mulder. Don't worry about her, she can take care of herself." Attempting to lighten the mood Scully added, "She pinned you didn't she?" Mulder turned and looked at his partner and grinned. Scully started to giggle at the memory and pretty soon they were both laughing.
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After walking down main-street for a short while, Glynis finally decided to stop at what appeared to be the local teen hangout. She had started to get discouraged when nothing appeared to be open at the very late hour of 9:00pm, when she stumbled upon The Diner. She watched from a hidden position across the street as many groups of teenagers came and went. She finally decided to walk in with a group of girls. She walked at a fast pace reaching the tale end of the group, unnoticed, as they walked in the door. She walked over to the counter and sat down on one of the red stools. She ordered a coke and settled down to wait. Glynis didn't miss a single thing. She had absorbed every detail of the little diner. It was decorated in red, black and white checked '50's style. The walls were decorated with pictures of James Dean, Elvis, and Marilyn Monroe. The booths were red vinyl and the floor was black and white checked.
"Cute" thought Glynis as she sipped her coke. The teens looked like your ordinary teenagers. None of them had missed a beat either. As Glynis walked in, they all noticed that she was new, causing her to become the topic of many conversations. Many of the boys tossed glances at Glynis, and this angered many of the girls. Glynis noted all the sideways glances as she silently sipped her coke. Any time now, she knew they were all talking about her, she was just getting annoyed at how long they were taking to find out who she was. Finally her wait was over. Someone tapped her on her shoulder and she turned around. She came face to face with a very handsome boy of 17. She was taken by his unusually bright blue eyes, which were slightly hidden by his dirty blond hair. He flashed her a crooked smile.
"Hi. I'm Trevor. Would you like to join us?" Trevor gestured to a group of about 5 guys who were all looking at her intently. Glynis glanced at the group of boys, and smiled.
"I would love to join you," she said. Trevor offered her his arm and escorted her to the table. The conversation in the diner started up again, mainly centered on the red head, as different groups of guys silently kicked themselves for not approaching her first and now she was gone with the most popular guy in school.
Glynis settled in next to Trevor and was introduced to the remaining guys.
"This is Grant, Allen, Charlie, Ryan, and Chris. And your name is?"
"I'm Glynis. It's nice to meet you." Glynis smiled. Soon they were wrapped in meaningless conversation. She learned that Trevor was the Sheriff's son, he was a senior in high school and that he planned to go to a state school and study biology. The others had similar interests about attending a state school. This was all good information, but not what she wanted.
Their conversation had finally turned to ghost stories. The boys had the alternative motive to scare her. Glynis was good at acting scared. She just snuggled in closer to Trevor and pretended shivering when the stories got too "scary".
"So, what is this Windego?" she finally asked. The boys looked at each other, slight smiles on their faces. This was there favorite ghost story because it was part of their town history. None of them wondered where Glynis had heard of the Windego.
"The Windego," started Ryan, "is a creature that lives in the wind."
"Right. On windy nights, if you listen carefully, you can hear it call your name," Continued Grant. This time Glynis shivered for real. She had already heard a name whispered. She was just glad it wasn't hers.
"Then what happens?" Glynis leaned forward eagerly.
"The Windego grabs you, and starts to pull you along till you can't keep up anymore and your feet are dragged. Then in one quick movement, it sweeps you high in the sky. Then the Windego steals your breath, and drops you," Trevor finished. Glynis gasped.
"That. Is. Scary," Glynis said, "What do you mean, the Windego steals your breath?"
"Exactly that. The Windego takes all the air out of your lungs and prevents you from taking a breath." Trevor saw Glynis' eyes widen. He smiled and cuddled her closer. Glynis glanced at her watch.
"Wow, its midnight," she informed them. Trevor picked up on her hint.
"Hey guys it's been great talking with you. I really need to get back."
"Me too. Can I take you home?" Trevor asked, smiling his crooked smile. Glynis smiled in return and nodded yes.
"Great! Catch ya guys later," Trevor said to his companions. They all sighed. They knew Trevor had claimed this one for himself. Like the other boys at the diner, they all silently kicked themselves for not speaking up sooner.
"It was nice to meet all of you," Glynis said as she waved goodbye. They all waved back and started on their different ways home. As Trevor and Glynis left the diner, an old Indian man stepped out from between the buildings and grabbed Glynis' arm.
"Stay away from here, girl. The Windego knows why you're here and wants you to leave," he said as he grabbed her arm.
"What?" Glynis said as she tried to pry her arm out of his iron like grip.
"Hey man, we don't want any trouble," said Trevor as he tried to put himself between Glynis and the old man.
"Leave now, before the Windego gets you! And you, young Trevor, stay away from this girl and her friends or you will end up like the construction workers."
"Hey! Get away from us!" Trevor shouted as he yanked Glynis' arm free. They ran towards the hotel as the old Indian shouted after them, "Beware! The Windego watches you!" The old Indian smiled. He held in his withered hands Glynis' black jacket she had dropped when he grabbed hold of her arm. Now that he had a part of her, the Windego would know her name. With the death of this girl, maybe the FBI people and the construction workers would leave for fear of dying themselves.