Wendigo

October 10, 1650.

Good Jesus, I am here to serve. It has been 10 years since we arrived here, and between the fight with the natives and our colony, God has shown power to us.

A few days ago, I ran into a woman; a native woman, forsaken by God. She told me not to linger at night, because demons came to dance.

“Begone, witch” I said, showing my cross and scaring her.

It is true, the night IS the devil’s playground; but I shall not be afraid, for God is with me. I have done my prayers as our pastor said, and have read twice a day the passage where John says “Ye are of God, little children, and have overcome them: because greater is he that is in you, than he that is in the world”. 1 John 4:4.

God is with me.

October 20, 1650

Our pastor has told us today at mass that rations are low. We need to work hard, and God will supply us with food. As I stared to my wife at supper, I asked her if it was time to consume and have children.

“Jebediah, it is not time to think of that, God has a time for everything, and I will give you a son when time is God’s will” she replied.

As I did my night bible reading, I stumbled upon Genesis 16:11 “And the angel of the LORD said unto her, Behold, thou art with child, and shalt bear a son, and shalt call his name Ishmael; because the LORD hath heard thy affliction”.

I will have a son, Ishmael. God is good with me, and has not forsaken his people, although He is always angry.

November 15, 1650

God has forsaken us! Winter has come and the rations had not increased. The pastor was as angry as His Hand. We have not followed God’s will, and we will perish in hell for it.

Lucy is pregnant with child. Maybe we will not be saved by the Almighty, but Ishmael will. I am sure, for the Kingdom is theirs. Jesus said it, our LORD and savior.

“At the same time came the disciples unto Jesus, saying, who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven? And Jesus called a little child unto him, and set him in the midst of them, And said, Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven. Whosoever therefore shall humble himself as this little child, the same is greatest in the kingdom of heaven. And whoso shall receive one such little child my name receiveth me.” Matthew 18: 1-5

November 25, 1650

Forgive me LORD, for I have sinned. No mercy shall be granted to me, no matter how many times I pray.

Lucy was not ok, a fever was within her, a demon trying to possess my wife. Therefore, I went inside the forest at night, to look for water on the river. Walking towards the river, I found a skull. The skull looked like a deer, with horns as big as my50 arm.

I crossed myself and approached near the dead skull. I felt a vibration, a pulse underneath the Earth as I came closer, and started to pray.

“God Is with me, I shall not fear”. As I said this words, the skull moved on its own. “By the power of Jesus Christ, begone!” I yelled. But the humming continued, and the skull moved closer.

I was dazzled by the gaze of an occult thing, and in my insides I kept on praying to my Holy…. Father.

I cannot write any longer. Something has taken power over me.

November 26, 1650

I tried to exorcise my thoughts, as I saw my wife serve dinner. I was hungry, but not for food. For HER. I tried to pray, but something inside of me does not allows me to. I’m afraid to tell Lucy, for she will tell our pastor, and I will burn for heretic.

I brought the mask to my home. I know it is evil, and the reason for my disgrace, but I cannot stop. I feel the humming inside of me, and I feel tempted to put the mask on. I shall pray to G………

Hunger has arrived, I cannot contain it.

The mask, the mask reminds me of the woman. I need to find the native.

November 27, 1650

I saw the woman, but she is no longer. I demanded of her to tell me about the skull, and she only said in panic, Wendigo. As she spoke the name, I felt the hunger, the fire inside of me, and she looked to fragile, so tasty.

I grabbed her neck and bit it hard. Her flesh tasted like heaven to me, if I can even remember what it is. Her blood was a nectar so sweet He would smile. But, who is He? What is he doing inside of me?

Wendigo, Wendigo. The skull calls me. I saw my fingers blue tonight. I will not be able to hold it any longer.

November 30, 1650.

Lucy is dead. I have become the darkness, and the darkness is me. I tried this night the mask. I put it on my head, and He fit perfectly. I felt I belonged to Him and He belongs to me.

I came inside the house and saw my dinner: Lucy, standing in her nightgown, asking what I had on.

I do not remember much, but the feeling of warm flesh in my belly and blood on my hands.

I stabbed my cross on her belly, and ate her chest. Her breasts tasted like Hell. I will never be a God’s creature anymore.

I despise HIM, and I will live to tell it. I am not human anymore, and cannot pretend to be one. I am Wendigo.

Jebediah is no more. We will never allow him to return.

November 31, 1650

“And he cried mightily with a strong voice, saying, Babylon the great is fallen, is fallen, and is become the habitation of devils, and the hold of every foul spirit, and a cage of every unclean and hateful bird” Revelation 18:2

God is dead. I am dead. My skin is blue, my nails are black, my hunger infinite, and my hair is no more. I am combined with him, and HE is with me. God will never find me, and I will eat his creatures.

I have been forsaken but found by you, Wendigo.

Be here the testimony of the journal of Jebediah, judged by the LORD and the pastor John for cannibalism, murderer, heretic and worship of the devil.

For the crime of cannibalism, for eating 4 women, an unborn child, one native and 3 men in Gorgetown.

For the crime of murderer, 4 women, an unborn child, one native and 5 men, two of them after he was apprehended.

For the crime of heretic, death at the stake will be granted, and for the crime of devil worshiper, the recollection of all artifacts and burned next to him.

The skull will not be touched, for it holds demonic powers.

Pastor John Willis.