It was a cold evening in November, and the clocks were striking six. At least, they were in the townships several miles away, bustling with life, but not here. Seven inches of snow and a forest seemingly endless provided those hardened towards the elements a small slice of heaven, away from society, where one could possibly start a family, or wile away one's days in the deep snow.
A man named Abraham was trudging through the snow. A blizzard had formed, and he was desperate to get a little bit of extra wood- these blizzards could last for weeks on end. He'd found a young fallen tree, and now he got to work. He pulled his saw from his rucksack and began to cut into one of the thicker branches, but the moment he did so a haunting wail ripped through the tranquility of the forest.
Abraham froze, too afraid to find what was making this terrible sound. Slowly he picked up his rifle which had been sitting at a nearby tree trunk, and pulled back the bolt. It had belonged to his grandfather many years ago, and as a child he'd been told that there were some terrible creatures out there that lurked in the snow, waiting for a victim. The rifle was loaded, and he held it aloft with slightly trembling hands. The wailing grew louder and louder, as if the monster was getting closer to him by the second. Just as he thought he was about to go deaf from the noise, it suddenly stopped. So loud was the following silence that Abraham was sure that he really had gone deaf, but now a shape was beginning to emerge in the snow by his feet. He aimed right at the shape, waiting to fire, when it finally emerged.
He did not yell. He did not even fire his rifle. At his feet was what looked like a tiny girl dressed in a large white coat, in the shape of a cone. Tiny little black horns poked from the top of the coat, and the sides of the coat jutted out, as if its inhabitant had her arms out.
"Raaaaa!" Squeaked the creature.
Abraham lowered the rifle. He was sure that he had taken all leave of his senses, and that this small girl was just a hallucination. He blinked several times, and jumped back when he saw that she was still there. Was she real?
"Hello mister, what are you doing?" The creature asked politely.
"Er- just getting some firewood." Abraham replied.
"Cool! I was just walking along with my mama and I felt your presence so I wanted to come and say hi! I should probably get back though,  she'll be wondering where I am."
As if on cue, an even deeper cry, one that could chill the bone far more than any snow ever could, tore through the air, filling Abraham's mind with visions of a hellish snowy wasteland.
"Ah, there's my mama! Goodbye mister, have a nice day!" Squeaked the tiny girl, and she dug back into the snow and vanished.
To hell with firewood, Abraham thought, he needed to be back home and in bed with his wife. As he ran back to his cabin, he wondered just how many other monsters there were in this world, and he hoped that they were just as kind as that tiny little wendigo.