According to Algonquian legend, a Wendigo is what happens when a human gives in to cannibalism—specifically during the bitter cold of winter—and gets cursed in the most dramatic, frostbitten way possible. Instead of indigestion, they get transformed into a towering, skeletal beast with antlers, glowing eyes, a voice like a blizzard, and a hunger that can never, ever be satisfied. Think “Haunted Slim Jim with rage issues. ”It’s tall. It’s fast. It smells like death and poor choices. And it doesn't knock before entering your soul.
Now, while I’m not saying there’s a Wendigo lurking in The Eternal Storm…
I’m just saying that if something’s out there stalking the woods, breathing cold, and whispering to those who are weak or desperate? Well, it might not be Santa. Sometimes, the monsters we fear aren’t just outside our window. They’re inside us—waiting for hunger, heartbreak, or hopelessness to unlock the door.