Chapter 4: More threats
"Dana!" Glynis came bursting through the door, dragging Trevor behind her. Scully and Mulder looked up startled into defense mode. Glynis had a frightened look on her face as she pointed out the door.
"A man!" she gasped, "He's out there! He said, he said…" Mulder and Scully both ran to the door and looked out. There was no one there. They looked up and down the street, but could find no old man. They came back to the room, to find Trevor and Glynis holding each other in fright.
"Glynis," Mulder said as calmly as he could, "There was no one there. What happened?"
"I went to the diner to find out about the Windego. I did. It's a scary story. Then as we were leaving, an old Indian man grabbed me and told me the Windego knows why we are here and to leave or else we'll end up like Brian Banks and the others!"
"Then he told me to stay away from you!" added Trevor, "Who are you people?"
"Then he shouted after us that the Windego is watching," Glynis finished, ignoring Trevor's question.
"I'm Agent Mulder and this is Agent Scully. We're from the FBI," answered Mulder.
"Then who are you?" Trevor asked pointing at Glynis.
"I'm Dana's cousin. I'm observing this case. I plan to join Quantico when I graduate next year."
"Who are you?" asked Mulder.
"This is Trevor Green. He's the sheriff's son," answered Glynis.
"We had better call him to come and get you. We need to talk to him anyway." After the Sheriff was called, and the tale of the Windego was told, the four sat in the hotel room and listened to the wind blow around the hotel. They all shivered involuntarily as the wind rattled the window.
"There was one thing I forgot to mention in that story," Trevor said breaking the silence, "The Windego is a protector of the Indian tribe that lives here. It is the keeper of these forests. I guess some 50 years ago, some developers tried to build in the forests, but were scared away when their men kept disappearing. They did find all the bodies. They appeared to have fallen from a great height. All their bones had been crushed. There was no explanation given for their deaths. Except others said they just went crazy every time the wind passed by their lodgings."
The Agents and Glynis sat there in silence letting Trevor's story sink in when they heard a car drive up and the door open and then close. Mulder got up to answer the door just as Sheriff Green was about to knock, startling the man.
"Agent Mulder, Agent Scully, there's been another murder. Some friends of yours, Trev, found another construction worker in the woods. I've sent them all home and that is where you are going young man. You know better not to be out late when there's trouble."
"Yes sir," mumbled Trevor as he walked to the door.
"Carl, will you take Trevor home?" asked Sheriff Green of another officer.
"Yes sir." As the two left, the attention was returned to the ordeal at hand.
"Lets go, Sheriff, maybe we can find that old Indian Glynis was telling us about," said Mulder. He gave a sideways glance at Glynis, to see her sitting on the bed silently, that scared little girl look had returned.
"Glynis? Are you coming?" asked Scully. Glynis shook her head.
"I think I should stay here and go over the case file to see if we missed anything."
"Alright. We'll be back," was Scully's response. Whatever that old man had said or did, he sure scared Glynis. Mulder hung back a little to let the Sheriff and Scully out the door, before he moved over to where Glynis was sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Are you sure you're ok?" he asked. She turned to him and smiled faintly.
"Yes. It's just that the thought of some creature living in the wind that kills people, and then having an old man tell you it's watching is pretty bad. Especially when you have heard the wind call names. He said the Windego knew who we were. What if it calls our names next?"
"Don't worry. Everything will be all right. You have our cell phone numbers, just call if you get too scared." Glynis looked at Mulder and smiled. This was the first time he had been nice to her.
"Thanks."
At one o'clock in the morning, the woods surrounding Easterling were very creepy. The investigation was useless. The body was crushed in the same manner as Brian Banks. He had apparently been running through the woods, as was evident by the broken twigs and leaves caught in his hair and torn clothes. But, whoever had been chasing him had left no signs they had been there.
"Hey look at this," Mulder called out. He was standing some feet away from Scully and Sheriff Green shining his flashlight on the ground.
"What is it?" asked Green. As he and Scully reached Mulder, they say what he was looking at. Foot prints.
"Look at these foot prints. This is where he came running. But look at how far apart the steps are. Then right over here, they end. And then a few feet later, the body is found. But how did it get there? There are no foot prints to indicate that he walked or ran 5 feet from where we are standing now."
"The Windego." They all turned around to see an old man. The same old man that Glynis had told them about. Just then, the wind picked up and they all could hear a soft wailing. They looked around nervously as the old man continued to speak, "You should leave this area FBI Man. These woods have been ours since the dawn of time. The Windego came to us as a protector of our lands. Leave! Or the Windego will come for you next!" With that statement made, the wind picked up with such power, the leaves and dirt created a cloud and the three were forced to look away. Just as quickly, the wind died down and the old man was gone.
"Dana!" Glynis came bursting through the door, dragging Trevor behind her. Scully and Mulder looked up startled into defense mode. Glynis had a frightened look on her face as she pointed out the door.
"A man!" she gasped, "He's out there! He said, he said…" Mulder and Scully both ran to the door and looked out. There was no one there. They looked up and down the street, but could find no old man. They came back to the room, to find Trevor and Glynis holding each other in fright.
"Glynis," Mulder said as calmly as he could, "There was no one there. What happened?"
"I went to the diner to find out about the Windego. I did. It's a scary story. Then as we were leaving, an old Indian man grabbed me and told me the Windego knows why we are here and to leave or else we'll end up like Brian Banks and the others!"
"Then he told me to stay away from you!" added Trevor, "Who are you people?"
"Then he shouted after us that the Windego is watching," Glynis finished, ignoring Trevor's question.
"I'm Agent Mulder and this is Agent Scully. We're from the FBI," answered Mulder.
"Then who are you?" Trevor asked pointing at Glynis.
"I'm Dana's cousin. I'm observing this case. I plan to join Quantico when I graduate next year."
"Who are you?" asked Mulder.
"This is Trevor Green. He's the sheriff's son," answered Glynis.
"We had better call him to come and get you. We need to talk to him anyway." After the Sheriff was called, and the tale of the Windego was told, the four sat in the hotel room and listened to the wind blow around the hotel. They all shivered involuntarily as the wind rattled the window.
"There was one thing I forgot to mention in that story," Trevor said breaking the silence, "The Windego is a protector of the Indian tribe that lives here. It is the keeper of these forests. I guess some 50 years ago, some developers tried to build in the forests, but were scared away when their men kept disappearing. They did find all the bodies. They appeared to have fallen from a great height. All their bones had been crushed. There was no explanation given for their deaths. Except others said they just went crazy every time the wind passed by their lodgings."
The Agents and Glynis sat there in silence letting Trevor's story sink in when they heard a car drive up and the door open and then close. Mulder got up to answer the door just as Sheriff Green was about to knock, startling the man.
"Agent Mulder, Agent Scully, there's been another murder. Some friends of yours, Trev, found another construction worker in the woods. I've sent them all home and that is where you are going young man. You know better not to be out late when there's trouble."
"Yes sir," mumbled Trevor as he walked to the door.
"Carl, will you take Trevor home?" asked Sheriff Green of another officer.
"Yes sir." As the two left, the attention was returned to the ordeal at hand.
"Lets go, Sheriff, maybe we can find that old Indian Glynis was telling us about," said Mulder. He gave a sideways glance at Glynis, to see her sitting on the bed silently, that scared little girl look had returned.
"Glynis? Are you coming?" asked Scully. Glynis shook her head.
"I think I should stay here and go over the case file to see if we missed anything."
"Alright. We'll be back," was Scully's response. Whatever that old man had said or did, he sure scared Glynis. Mulder hung back a little to let the Sheriff and Scully out the door, before he moved over to where Glynis was sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Are you sure you're ok?" he asked. She turned to him and smiled faintly.
"Yes. It's just that the thought of some creature living in the wind that kills people, and then having an old man tell you it's watching is pretty bad. Especially when you have heard the wind call names. He said the Windego knew who we were. What if it calls our names next?"
"Don't worry. Everything will be all right. You have our cell phone numbers, just call if you get too scared." Glynis looked at Mulder and smiled. This was the first time he had been nice to her.
"Thanks."
At one o'clock in the morning, the woods surrounding Easterling were very creepy. The investigation was useless. The body was crushed in the same manner as Brian Banks. He had apparently been running through the woods, as was evident by the broken twigs and leaves caught in his hair and torn clothes. But, whoever had been chasing him had left no signs they had been there.
"Hey look at this," Mulder called out. He was standing some feet away from Scully and Sheriff Green shining his flashlight on the ground.
"What is it?" asked Green. As he and Scully reached Mulder, they say what he was looking at. Foot prints.
"Look at these foot prints. This is where he came running. But look at how far apart the steps are. Then right over here, they end. And then a few feet later, the body is found. But how did it get there? There are no foot prints to indicate that he walked or ran 5 feet from where we are standing now."
"The Windego." They all turned around to see an old man. The same old man that Glynis had told them about. Just then, the wind picked up and they all could hear a soft wailing. They looked around nervously as the old man continued to speak, "You should leave this area FBI Man. These woods have been ours since the dawn of time. The Windego came to us as a protector of our lands. Leave! Or the Windego will come for you next!" With that statement made, the wind picked up with such power, the leaves and dirt created a cloud and the three were forced to look away. Just as quickly, the wind died down and the old man was gone.