Halloween Horror Story: “Wendigo” by M.G. Herron

Wendigo-v2

After years of digging, anthropology student Blake Meier is about to strike pay dirt.

If all goes well, an interview with the Navajo chief will complete his doctoral thesis. It may also lead to the discovery of a lifetime.

But his advisor, Dr. Samarjit Chambers, has his own agenda. And unbeknownst to either of them, hidden horrors lurk in the ancient petroglyph they both lust after.

To what lengths will Blake go to satisfy his own desires?

“Wendigo,” by bestselling author M.G. Herron, is free on this website for one week only. The story’s also available as an ebook or paperback through Amazon.


Wendigo

M.G. Herron

 

In his urgency to reach the office of Professor Sam Chambers on the top floor of the Anthropology building, located on the edge of Berkeley’s campus, Blake Meier abandoned his normally measured approach to life and haphazardly rolled his bike up into the general vicinity of the crowded bike rack at the foot of the stone steps. Aluminum clanking against steel, the bike tottered, and then clattered to the ground.

Normally this would have infuriated Blake—the carelessness, the awareness of other people shaking their heads as they walked by, the complete lack of respect for those who locked their bikes on campus with the implicit trust that their property would be safe and treated with respect. But he was halfway up the stone steps already, and it didn’t matter, not with this news in hand.

This would change everything. An opportunity like this landing in his lap a year shy of his PhD was…remarkable to say the least.

Blake made a beeline for the stairs. His long, lean legs swallowed the steps as he climbed. He was sweating through the plain white cotton t-shirt by the time he shoved open the door on the twelfth floor. He was tired, but not worn out. All the research trips he took to the mountains, beaches, and deserts around the state helped keep Blake in top shape. Truth be told, he might have been in the best shape of his life since he got to Berkeley. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with a bare forearm.

Then he stopped.

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