Our Lady of the Trampled Beast

Horror short story

 

At first I got the mother of all frights. Reflex-peed on my foot, in a quick hot squirt, like that was going to save me. And you would too, with your strides down and tender buns hanging in the breeze, to suddenly find big feral eyes leering at you ...

Three workmates march into the dark woods, just as their profit-hungry company orders. But in those old and looming trees, something even hungrier is waiting.

Our Lady of the Trampled Beast is a short wendigo horror story.

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Two bloodied hands clawing at a tree with title text superimposed