Most of my childhood I spent in Minnesota
My grandma was Native American
We lived on a Native American graveyard
With woods all around

My grandma sent me to get firewood 
On that January night
I'll never forget the crunching of snow
There was a smell it vial I wanted to vomit
I shook it off and I told myself that most of been some dead animal

It about 13 minutes out of me cutting up wood
I hear my grandma voice
It was choppy and there was something off about it
I started to walk back home 

When I seen it it 
It looks like a deer but it stood up like a human
The thing had sharp teeth and rotting flesh
It had bones protruding from rib cage

I very escaped at night
We moved to England the next week
I've never seen fear in my grandma face 
Quite like tonight I told her that I ran into a Wendigo