It was supposed to be the perfect getaway for me, and my wife, Deborah. We had both earned the break from the kids. And Deborah's parents were more than happy to take care of their beloved grandchildren for the weekend.

I rented a cabin in the woods, and when we arrived it was far more beautiful than we had imagined–it stood amongst the backdrop of a scenic lake view. The ambience of the forest was calming, and the air was fresh.

The interior of the cabin had a cozy feel to it, and its beauty matched that of the exterior. It felt very homely. On the wall above the fireplace was an odd painting–depicting a mustached man dressed in 1800s attire, with a rifle in his hands–standing with one foot on a very strange looking animal.

The animal had the shape of a human, yet its head was terribly elongated, and its emaciated body was covered by jet black skin. But the thing that stood out the most was the huge elk-like antlers protruding from its head.

"Well that's creepy!" Deborah said, as she gazed at the painting.

She was right, it was creepy.

Later that night, as I was brushing my teeth, I heard Deborah scream from the bedroom. I rushed to her, and when I saw her face, she was ghostly pale…

"Something's outside! I saw it looking through the window!" Deborah said, panicking.

I looked outside the window, and saw nothing.

"It's probably just some animal," I said, trying to calm her down.

To reassure her I went outside to look around, while she stayed inside. It was unusually quiet, the air was still, and the sounds one would expect to hear in the woods at night were absent. I was met by utter silence. But I couldn't shake the feeling that something was lurking in the dark forest, watching me!

I searched around the lake, and I saw a shed in the distance. And went to check it out.

The wooden door was locked by a very old, and rusty padlock. With one swift kick, the door opened.

Inside was a table, and on the wall above the table was antlers. On the table was a box. When I opened it, there was a single letter inside that read…

November, 1892

There are creatures on these grounds that do not belong to God! Beware the hunger they will curse upon you! I couldn't save my daughter from the ravenous hunger, that drove her to kill, and feast on her own mother. The natives call them, Wendigo's. I have hunted them for ten years, and killed five of them. But my hunger is too much now. After this is written I am going to go into the woods and end my life.

Beware the hunger!

I put the letter in my pocket, and went to check on Deborah. When I walked into the bedroom, I was horrified…

Deborah was covered in blood, eating her own fingers!