this happened to me when i was a kid, probably11. i haven't told anyone this story because wearen't suppose to talk about them in my culture. if you talk about them they gain an attractiontowards you and focus on you more. for clarification, i am a native americanmale, apache and navajo, from arizona and my navajo side is from albuquerque, nm. i somewhat know what they are and know aboutthem. we take them very seriously if one is spottedand even the navajo police will come out to investigate the area. anyway, onto my story about when i saw one.
my family and i live in arizona and we occasionallyvisit our navajo family in albuquerque, nm. we left early to get there by noon or less,it is a very long and boring trip there. but we get there before noon and we have timeto mess around and talk with our extended family. and we, kids, start to play around til theevening starts to show. the house is too small for everyone to fitin and sleep in. some of the kids have to sleep in the trailerand truck camper but two of my cousins and i had the amazing luck of sleeping in theold slightly torn tent. it's night time now, around 8 pm, and allof us get ready for bed.
we are well asleep at this point and for someunknown reason i wake up. of course i'm still tired and rubbing my eyeswhile yawning, meaning i wasn't well aware of my surroundings. once i finish rubbing my eyes, i look straightat the entrance of the tent and see a figure, illuminated by the back light porch, standingin front of the tent. at first i was scared but thought it was myother cousins just messing with us. as i was thinking this, i thought why wouldthey go through this much trouble of staying up late, to have the off chance of us wakingup and seeing them. as this person was still standing outsideour tent, looking at us, i turn to one of
my older cousins who was 2 years older thanme, to wake him up and tell him that someone was standing outside our tent. he tries to brush me off but i persist andhe turns to me and asks what i wanted. i tell him to look at the entrance of thetent and he does. i never seen someone go from the brink ofsleep to sheer panic and alertness in their eyes that fast before. he looks at me with this panic face and tellsme to be quiet. he whispers to me that its a skin walker andthat we need to be quiet again. we lay there for the longest time and frommy memory it was at least an hour or more.
we were just about to go back to sleep becauseit hadn't done anything. then it started to walk around the tent, ina pace insanely slow that it kept us up. remember when i said this was an old tent? yeah, it had some holes in it. one of the holes was the size of a quarterand i decided to be "brave." as it continues to walk around the tent afourth time, i slowly crawl towards the hole and try to take a look. as i did this my cousin told me to get backto bed or it'll hurt us, of course as a kid i ignore this warning.
i am at the quarter size hole and lookingout to see whatever it was. it comes around the hole and what i saw wasbone chilling. when i looked out that hole, i saw what ibelieve to be a skin walker. well its lower half and not its face, thankgod. what i saw was dirt/coal covered legs andsome kind of make shift animal pelt. i bolt back and hide under my sleeping bagwhile my cousin did the same. this thing decided to stop moving and startlooking at us again, as if it knew that i saw it and was letting me know. now it continues to stand there again andwatch us.
i hid under the covers until i spent everyounce of energy being scared, and finally feel asleep. i woke up early, maybe around five, and idecided to look outside the tent to see if there was anything there. i see footprints...bare footprints, that sendshivers throughout my body. i saw the footprints move around the tent,this hit me hard because i was now realizing it wasn't a dream. as i further investigate the footprints, inotice that it went off track. it went off to the rocky hills nearby wherewe were staying at.
i follow the track to the hills, about a footballfield away from the house. as i continue to follow the tracks, somethingstrange and scary happens. it goes from two footprints walking for awhile, to footprints and hand prints in the dirt starting to form. i found that kinda strange because no personwould do that out here. as i followed the tracks further in the hills,the hands and feet started to get smaller and smaller, this is when i started to getscared again. it subtlety changed into coyote paw prints. that is when i stopped and turned back home,first walking fast then onto a full on run.
when i got back, i sat down on the back porchfor a while and thought about telling my family but i didn't think they would believe me. in the end i didn't tell anyone, even thecousin i woke up in the middle of the night. because it seemed outlandish and sounded likewhat a kid would tell to get attention. well, that's my story, i urge you guys notto go into the navajo reservation to go looking for them. you will bite off more than you can chew. we, my people, take these beings very seriouslyand do our best to not talk about them. even though i broke this code, i just thoughtto warn you guys about them.
yes, you and whoever is listening are thefirst people to hear this story. i have a few more stories to tell if you'dlike to hear. but this is by far the most scariest storyi had to tell. i was a kid when this happened... my uncle and i were finishing up chopping/gatheringfirewood for my grandmother because it was getting dark. driving back on a dirt road at about 30mph(give or take 5mph) i had this awful sense of being watched. before i could turn to look out my window(passenger side) my uncle quickly shouted,
"don't!" i completely froze. my heart felt like it was beating out of mychest then completely stopped when i heard a tap tap on my window. my uncle sped up and was loudly praying inmy native language. i didn't know what was going on and thoughtit was over till our truck suddenly dipped from the bed. my uncle then started saying, "look at me"and "don't turn away" over and over. then i heard it again, tap tap but from thewindow behind me.
it was getting harder for me to breathe andi wanted to cry. a minute or two passed and the truck dippedagain. my uncle looked around and sighed. it was quiet besides the truck and the road. he looked at me and said, "we will ask yourfather to do a prayer in the morning. so the evil will forget our faces." (navajo to english equivalent). i remember curling up on the seat and juststaring at the radio watching the time. listening to my uncle sing an old prayer tillwe got to my grandmother's house.
let me preface this by saying i'm generallynot very superstitious, but i do have my fair share of experiences that have made me a littlecloser to believing in the supernatural. i recently learned about skinwalkers, andthis experience came back to me when i learned what they were. i'm a boy scout, currently 14 years old. this experience happened about 2 years ago,right after i joined boy scouts.. my troop was on a camp out somewhere out inthe country, and there were woods on one side of us, and fields on all others. the first day and night passed by as normal,playing around, cooking food and trying to
cope with having no service. the second day was... different. a lot of the scouts had gone out on a hikefor a requirement, so they would be gone for at least 2 hours. i didn't have much to do, so i walked overby the stream by the woods and sat down. amidst my aimless rock-throwing and life-contemplating,i began to gaze into the woods. i wasn't expecting to see anything other thansquirrels or birds, but i saw one of the scouts who had gone out on the hike. they hadn't been gone for more than 5 minutes,so i was assuming he was taking a bathroom
break before the hike. i yelled "hey (name)!" and waved at him. i could tell he heard me, because he turnedhis head toward me, but when he did it was a very jerky motion. now, i didn't see much wrong with this. i just thought he was startled, however itwas somewhat odd that his head just snapped directly toward me. he didn't say anything, and turned back andwalked into the woods. that also didn't raise any suspicion, becausei just assumed he didn't want to be witnessed
relieving himself. later that night, most of the scouts and leadershad gone into their tents to sleep. however, my friend and i were still both sittingat a table we had set up and talking. this was when i saw something walking uprightabout 100 yards away, up on a hill. it looked like the guy i had seen earlierin the woods. i suddenly stopped talking and looked at it,following it intently with my eyes trying to see where it would go. my friend turned and looked, but later saidhe didn't see anything. the actual scout was in his tent, i had seenhim go in earlier.
i brushed it off as me just seeing things,and we eventually went to bed. the next morning, we all packed up and waitedfor our parents. i had the urge to pee, so i went back nearthe woods. after i finished, i took one last look atthe woods. i saw the boy again. he was staring straight at me. his eyes were glassy and glossed over. he said nothing, and turned around and walkedinto the woods, moving like a robot. i immediately ran back to the group, but toldnobody.
this is the first time i have told anyonethis story. i don't know what the thing that looked likemy friend was, but whatever it was i know it wasn't human. my family owns a farm in the heart of a indianreservation. one winter i was home for christmas takingcare of the farm while my parents were away christmas shopping. as i was home by myself, way late in the nightand i hear all our cows freaking out. i knew it had to be the wild dogs that arerampant in the area. so i throw on some boots, grab a shotgun,load it up, and head out to the field.
this was a perfect scenario for a horror movie,it was cloudy but there was full moon, and it was breaking through the clouds, makingit just right to light up all the snow. i ran out into the middle of the field, andjust in time i see two giant dogs, they were standing up facing each other and fighting. i think "perfect two for one." so i pump a shell into the chamber of mr.12 gauge and then it happened. the two dogs heard the rack, they both stopped,looked over at me, and ran away, on their back legs. immediately i froze, and every ghost storyabout skinwalkers and all the other native
legends i grew up with flew through my mind. keep in mind i am a white guy, and up untilthen, these were all just boogie man stories the native kids like to tell to scare us. that night, they became real to me. so i live in colorado and absolutely lovethe outdoors. i know a lot of random, out of the way placeswhich are rather secluded. one of my favorite spots to go just so happensto be the least frequented trail i've ever been on. me and my friends have seen rattlesnakes,mountain lions, and elk in this area.
none of which you want to walk up on and scarebut we've never feared for our safety here. that changed one summer day. me and my friend anthony decided this particularplace would be a great spot to build a hut of sorts to hang out in, smoke pot, and shootthe shit. the trail starts out on the other side ofa river that's knee deep in the right spots and we get across just fine. as we were drying off our feet and puttingour boots back on, a ranger was coming down the hill. the look on his face was a peculiar mix ofconfusion and something we couldn't quite
put our fingers on. he stopped to talk to us and asked "what areyou boys doing up here?" we were caught off guard by the simple factthat he was here. in the ten or fifteen times we've hiked thisspot we've only seen others two of the times. "were just going for a hike, are we trespassing?" i asked curiously because of his accusingtone and the fact that it was an unmarked trail off the side of the road. "no, no. i just rarely see people here.
you boys be safe up there..." he seemed like he wanted to say somethingelse, but we got the feeling he wanted to leave fast as he was saying this as he startedwading across the river, paying no mind to taking off his boots or socks. we quickly forgot about this as we headedup the 45 degree incline that the trail started out on. we continued up through a box canyon and slowlymade it up the trail. when we got about half way up the trail wedecided to veer off of it to find a spot to build our hut at.
around a mile off of the trail we came upon a large granite outcropping with a small ravine right through the middle. this was as good a spot as any and we startedclearing the ground. for about an hour we dug out a foundationand started gathering wood for the structure. we had the ground works of a mini lodge anddecided to make it partially underground. we dug down about a foot and a half and hita sheet of rock. my shovel struck the rock first and in abouta second an intense vibration starting in my hands spread through my body. i looked over at anthony and watched as hisshovel struck the rock.
it was easy to tell that we were experiencingthe same sensation. it took all of my will power to let go ofthe shovel and the instant my grip loosened it stopped. we were awestruck at what just transpired. as i looked at anthony completely dumbfoundedi saw a large, lanky figure on top of the outcropping. it's ill proportioned arm jutted out withwhat i imagine was it's finger pointing in the direction we came from. i yelled for us to get out of here and weinstantly started running.
this is the one time in my life i ever fearedfor my life. ever. we made it down to the river in fifteen, twentyminutes. it normally took an hour. once we hit the shore we caught our breathsand collected our thoughts. "did you see that shit, dude?!" i basically yelled. "i think i'm looking at it right now..." he choked out.
i turned around and saw it standing on theridge seemingly staring at us. it was odd how dark the area around it was,the sun was shining with barely any clouds in the sky and yet it seemed that the darknesswas embracing it. i looked back at anthony and he had the samelook on his face as the ranger did. that was two years ago and i have yet to goback, since then i refuse to hike solo anywhere. i guess that goes to show that you don't knowwhat the hell is out there and you need to respect the wilderness because you might justpiss something off.
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