My youngest son, recently wrote a 180 word flash fiction piece featuring the Wendigo, a chilling creature from Native folklore. I’m incredibly proud of the mood he captured in so few words.

Seems only fitting to pair it with a photo of the deer that wandered up to my study window this morning, an eerie little omen, perhaps, or just the quiet watcher at the edge of the tale.

🦋✨ Story below...

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Nature's Stalker

One night, Mum and I went out of the house to check out a noise that had happened on the roof. I had brought my pocket torch so we could see in a wide area. As we leave into the muggy outdoors, we check the roof. Nothing but a raccoon who had fallen onto our roof, poor guy... We were heading inside when, I saw it... This, thing. It was a Wendigo, it had to be. It had Glowing eyes, a creepy animalistic grin, and appeared to be bipedal, but was on all fours, like it was stalking prey... and as I was just a few steps from the door, I heard it sprint towards me but when I looked. Nothing. It had vanished. Even though it sounded so close... I was shaken up when I got inside, ready to punch and run. But then, after I calmed down and analyzed in my mind, I had realized it was just a deer... and the sprinting? Acorns.. That was the time I was stalked by a deer playing Wendigo. 9/25/25