Something Called Their Names in the Dark

Bro wth do you mean wendigos might be real because listen to THIS. So this person we

are going to call John and his friend go camping, middle of nowhere, no signal,

already stupid. First night’s fine, fire, jokes, snacks—then 2 AM

hits and everything goes DEAD silent. No bugs, no wind, nothing.

Just… the kind of silence that makes your skin crawl. Then footsteps. Not running.

Not light. Slow. Heavy. Crunching. Circling the tent.

John whispers, “That’s not an animal.” And RIGHT THEN—they hear their names. Same voice.

Same tone. But wrong. Wrong enough to freeze your blood. Tent shakes once.