"Cannibals." Ellen says bluntly. "They used to be human, but they turned cannibal over a long winter or something. Turned them in Wendigos. They usually only pop up every twenty years or so. Take a few hunters, campers, hikers, then go back into hibernation."

She's not worried about it. Not her first. They used to be a lot more common. Good thing they aren't any more.

She stops, seeing bright colors off in the trees. The campsite. Ellen whistles and then jerks her head when Bill looks back. "Come on. Let's go see what these idiots wandered into."