Brian Scutt's Blog - Posts Tagged "wendigo"

Scott pulled into the drive next to his rusted out old trailer on the edge of town. His hands wrong tightly on the wheel after cutting the engine. He wasn’t ready to face her wrath yet and instead took another long drink of the bottle he had picked up on the way. His brother may have once been the sheriff, but right about now, he could give two shits. He took another pull and tossed the bottle in the back. Million fuckin’ bucks Maggie. He thought to himself and punched the dash a couple of times before he heard the tell-tale sound of the metal trailer door slamming as it shut. The auto outside light came on and revealed a man striding down the makeshift steps, his makeshift steps, and lighting a cigarette. Cold sweat broke free on Scott’s forehead as the man stopped and looked straight at his car and he watched as an icy grin broke across his face and slowly formed a chuckle.

“You gonna sit in there and stare all day Randy boy, you’re eye raping me like you want some of what she had?” He said as he flicked the cig at his car’s windshield. It smacked, bright red embers cascade off the glass and caused Scott to jump. The tall man, dressed in his normal daily attire of jeans and leather jacket calmly strode over to Randy’s car. Randy began to shake as he watched him approach.

“Well come on Randy, no way to treat a guest, you didn't even say hi!” He said as he rapped slightly on the cars driver side window with the back of his knuckles. Randy’s hand trembles as he hit the switch to lower the window. The man reached his hand in and pat Randy on the back.

“Here I am, making sure your wife is all safe and sound, and there you are being all rude and shit.” His hand smacked Randy in the back of the head. Randy’s head came inches from smacking the steering wheel. A few tears broke free from the corners of Randy’s eyes.

“Well, Randy ole boy, I’ve got shit to do and other people to fuck. Go on in big guy, I took care of everything.” He turned and walked to the shadows of the nearby tree and sat down on prized Harley. How did I not see it there? Randy thought, wringing his hands on the wheel again. Letting the tears dry on his cheeks.

“Oh, and I wouldn't give her a kiss quit yet, unless you fancy that taste.” He smiled and started his ride and rumbled out of sight.

Randy sat there trembling for a few more moments. What the hell is going on? He thought. He exited and approached his trailer, head swiveling to inspect all of the shadows that surrounded him. He didn't hear anything coming from the trailer itself and that scared him more than anything. What the hell was that lowlife drug dealer doing here? Every possible terrible cause, actions, and outcomes sprang to his mind. He could barely fathom the thought that she was cheating on him. Sure he had fucked up, things were tough, but drugs, fucking another man?

He grasped the handle of the door, it’s cheap aluminum metal was cold to the touch in the Fall night. Still no sounds from within. He drew in a deep breath and pulled open the door. All the lights were on inside, he peered around the broken down hovel but didn't see her insight.

“Maggie, baby?” He called out, it sounded strange as a thick lump had begun to form in the depths of his throat. Still no sounds other than himself filled the trailer. He peered down the narrow hall to where the bedroom and bathroom were housed. It was dark down that hall, and a faint light shown from under the door to the bedroom.

“Baby?”

He made his way, he thought he could hear something now. It sounded like gargling, strange gargling. He ran-stumbled down the rest of the way and crashed through the door. She was there, laying on the bed, it looked like she was struggling to breathe, her eyes where open, but only the whites showed. She was wearing an old tank-top but missing her pants. On her arm was a loose belt, dangling and not tight. She sat on the bed with a thick wet mark around her and it smelled of piss. That sound came again and he watched as a thick white foam came from her mouth along with the gargle.

“Oh shit.” He said and raced to her, grief, angry and helplessness clouded him as he grabbed her head and helped her forward. She moaned slightly as he held her and she vomited freely onto the already soiled sheets. He grabbed her body and tried to pick her up, he was too weak and her legs flopped and knocked needles and a spoon off the end table as he nearly dropped her. He took a moment and looked at them in disgust. I can’t believe this shit.

He resorted to dragging her to the bathroom, flipping the hall light on in the process, not from trying but knocking into it along the way in the cramped quarters. She began coughing and vomited again along the way, sparking the linoleum hall floor. He dragged half of her torso in through the door frame of the bathroom and threw open the water faucet to the tub.

“God oh god Maggie, why.” Tears were now freely flowing down his cheeks as he finished the job of pulling her through the bathroom door and heaving her into the tub, she was already coming too when she finally hit the water. She mumbled something, something that sounded too close to his name, the fucker that did this, for his liking and he looked down from her face. He sat on the toilet next to the tub and sobbed as tendrils of blood streamed from her womanhood, highlighting the other horrors that must have taken place.