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A camper at Colville National Forest in northeast Washington is startled by a loud scream near his tent and then hears a large tree fall. The tree blocks the road out of the area."My close encounter took place in the Colville National Forest in Washington. In September 2023 I was tent camping 6 miles up Sullivan Creek Road with my dog and things were pretty quiet that weekend. Even the ranger station back in town was already closed for the year. It was my third night camping there and I was supposed to leave early.Something spooked my dog while we were sitting at the fire that night and knowing that no one else was camping out there I let her bark it out. She hadn't done that on previous nights but she's a sharp dog and I assumed she just heard a deer. However‚ she didn't stop after 5 minutes so I had to grab her and try to calm her down at the fire but she wasn't. But she was in full guard dog mode. I've been working in the woods as a field biologist for 10 years and I've heard dozens of Sasquatch stories from co-workers but I'm unfortunately someone who has to see to believe it‚ so to me‚ they're just good stories.Feeling like I knew all the critters I could expect out there I didn't think much of her barking. Anyway‚ we got into the tent and fell asleep around 9 PM. Later‚ I jumped awake from a dead sleep at the sound of a spine-chilling scream very close to my tent. It's hard to describe or imitate but it sounded angry‚ loud‚ and unlike anything I've heard before. I felt like it was screaming with its face directed right at my tent. It only lasted about 10 seconds but it fell like forever and I just sat there listening for movement afterward‚ trying to imagine what could make that sound‚ and what I needed to do next.It went silent so I laid back down hoping it went away. But about 10 minutes later I heard it. A big tree fell from a different direction but still very close to me. I opened my tent. looked up to see if it had gotten windy trying to justify a tree falling‚ but all the branches were still. That was it for me. I jumped out and did a quick scan of the campground with my headlamp and then threw all my stuff in the back of my rig including my scared dog and I ripped out of my campsite. But I was stopped by the tree that had fallen within 100 feet of my spot fully blocking the only road out. I only had an axe with me and I wasn't about to start chopping in the middle of the night. Not being able to explain all these events I parked back at my campsite and tried to sleep in my car but that didn't happen.About 5 hours later I saw headlights behind the fallen trees so I walked out to find a group of bowhunters trying to get in. They said they didn't pack a chainsaw because there was no wind in the forecast. I told them it wasn't windy at all but I didn't mention the scream because I felt crazy. They were set on hunting up there so luckily they came back with the chainsaw a few hours later.Here are the photos I took of the tree to show how big it was and where it broke 5 feet above the ground. I looked for other down trees or branches on my way out but I didn't see a single one.When I got back into cell service I looked up screams including cougars‚ foxes‚ and fishers but nothing matched what I heard. That something spooked my dog‚ and then she made it mad with her barking‚ which in return got us screamed at‚ and a big evergreen falling within 10 minutes of the strange scream really has my head spinning."Transcribed Source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fihfdnP8SXMReal Monsters‚ Gruesome Critters‚ and Beasts from the DarksideI Know What I Saw: Modern-Day Encounters with Monsters of New Urban Legend and Ancient LoreThe Curse of the Wendigo (The Monstrumologist)Native American Myths &; LegendsDangerous Spirits: The Windigo in Myth and HistoryCryptid Country (Cryptid Zoo)Register a SNAP EBT CardTry Audible PlusPHANTOMS &; MONSTERS READING LISTHave you had a sighting or encounter?Contact me by email or call the hotline at 410-241-5974Thanks. LonAccess Phantoms &; Monsters Posts on Twitter 'X'-----Hey‚ folks. How would you like to design artwork for Phantoms &; Monsters‚ Phantoms &; Monsters Radio‚ or Phantoms &; Monsters Fortean Research?If your art is approved by me I will promote it with your name and link. It must be original‚ print-ready‚ and sized for clothing &; merchandise. You can choose your favorite cryptid or paranormal subject to include in your artwork. I will select up to 5 different designs‚ and each will be fully promoted on the blog‚ the Phantoms &; Monsters online shop‚ YouTube‚ social media‚ etc.Please contact me at lonstrickler@phantomsandmonsters.com - Thanks. Lon-----YOUR SUPPORT IS APPRECIATED! 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Thanks.Have you had a sighting or encounter?Contact us by email or call the hotline at 410-241-5974Thanks. LonAlso available with audiobooknarration by Terry Springs‚CBS-TV Las Vegas affiliate.The Dark Arts of MISTER SAM SHEARON - Original Prints &; MerchandiseThis blog and newsletter are licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Work 3.0 United States License.Registered trademark PHANTOMS AND MONSTERS ® / PHANTOMS &; MONSTERS ® - USPTO #90902480 - Lon D. Strickler© 2005-2024 Phantoms &; Monsters - All Rights Reserved

A hunting guide and his family are moving to Alaska‚ driving several trucks. While at a rest area for the night‚ a supposed Bigfoot wanders into the area prompting gunshots and mayhem."It was 2008‚ my family lived in rural Nevada and my dad was a hunting guide and convinced my mom to move up to Alaska. We made the 3000-mile drive along the Alaskan highway through Canada‚ spending a particularly large amount of time enjoying the Yukon Territory. We had 3 vehicles‚ all large trucks with trailers full of stuff. If you’ve driven along the Alaskan Highway there are lots of VERY large rest areas. My dad built an enclosure atop his tailgate of the truck and built a room with windows in it so my brothers and I could hang out and not be strapped into a seat the whole drive.My dad being an avid hunter had some real trouble getting his 30+ guns through customs into Canada but once we were cleared he kept a 500 caliber revolver (bear protection) in the cab with him.It was so late I don’t know what time‚ but was incredibly dark outside‚ and we stopped at a rest stop somewhere outside of the Liard Hot Springs‚ BC area. Give or take 50 miles. I was young.We were all asleep when all of a sudden we heard several gunshots coming from inside the cab of the truck. My mom was hysterical and the other driver of the other vehicle was outside with a shotgun‚ my dad and he approached the edge of the cleared rest area‚ and all I could see was a very dense wall of trees.I didn’t get to see it but when they had parked‚ the lights were on and illuminating the wall of forest. My dad was just looking ahead when all of a sudden he realized an immensely LARGE figure was standing perfectly still just at the edge of the tree line. He didn’t notice it though until it stepped towards our truck. He recalls its eyes being incredibly green and the reflection of the headlights made its eyes almost glow. My mom and the other driver’s girlfriend were in the portapotty just to the left of the trucks‚ so my dad immediately pulled out the revolver and started shooting as he was terrified the figure was going towards the portapoties. After the first shot was fired he said he’d never seen an animal react so fast and with such ease. I think about this night a lot and figured I’d get the story out there.Some extras: It was not a bear whatsoever‚ my dad had been a seasonal traveling hunting guide for a few years at this point and had bagged several bears from black to brown to grizzly. We’ve driven that road several times since this night as we’ve been back and forth between Alaska and Nevada for years‚ and have not had another encounter. Still gives me insane chills though." FAAfter a few questions‚ the witness stated the following:"My father is a guide. You can’t just trek into the Alaskan wilderness hoping to bag an animal considered “big game” in Alaska. A lot of people die this way. Especially given the people who can actually afford to do this style of hunting are typically very inexperienced with the brutal Alaskan wilderness and many haven’t even bagged a big game animal before.Many of these trips involve a 4-5 man crew flying out in a tiny float plane into the northern Alaska wilderness for at least a month at a time. So yes‚ 30+ guns allowed for many different scenarios and options. He also collected some black powder weapons too so it isn’t like he actually takes ALL the weapons. Only what was necessary for protection and whatever was needed to bag whatever animal they were going for.If you aren’t familiar with the bush of Alaska it would be pretty impossible to understand the level of danger you are in just going on one of these trips. People die and go missing ALL the time.I went on ONE trip with him‚ when I was 12. Let me tell you‚ worst trip of my life. I carried a .45 sidearm and a 12 gauge with slugs‚ I wasn’t the one hunting so it was all for protection. I spent the whole time frightened. We were only feet from absolutely massive bull moose and the biggest brown bear I had ever seen. And when the shots are fired at a brown bear‚ they don’t just drop/run like other animals‚ they want to kill. Once the main shooter shoots the first shot‚ there’s a couple seconds of hesitation to see what the animal will do‚ if it immediately approaches towards you‚ everyone starts firing. Very scary. I was trampled by a small mama moose just a couple months before this trip so my specific trauma with the big animals was at an all-time high too." FAReal Monsters‚ Gruesome Critters‚ and Beasts from the DarksideI Know What I Saw: Modern-Day Encounters with Monsters of New Urban Legend and Ancient LoreThe Curse of the Wendigo (The Monstrumologist)Native American Myths &; LegendsDangerous Spirits: The Windigo in Myth and HistoryCryptid Country (Cryptid Zoo)Register a SNAP EBT CardTry Audible PlusPHANTOMS &; MONSTERS READING LISTHave you had a sighting or encounter?Contact me by email or call the hotline at 410-241-5974Thanks. LonAccess Phantoms &; Monsters Posts on Twitter 'X'-----Hey‚ folks. How would you like to design artwork for Phantoms &; Monsters‚ Phantoms &; Monsters Radio‚ or Phantoms &; Monsters Fortean Research?If your art is approved by me I will promote it with your name and link. It must be original‚ print-ready‚ and sized for clothing &; merchandise. You can choose your favorite cryptid or paranormal subject to include in your artwork. I will select up to 5 different designs‚ and each will be fully promoted on the blog‚ the Phantoms &; Monsters online shop‚ YouTube‚ social media‚ etc.Please contact me at lonstrickler@phantomsandmonsters.com - Thanks. Lon-----YOUR SUPPORT IS APPRECIATED! 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Thanks.Have you had a sighting or encounter?Contact us by email or call the hotline at 410-241-5974Thanks. LonAlso available with audiobooknarration by Terry Springs‚CBS-TV Las Vegas affiliate.The Dark Arts of MISTER SAM SHEARON - Original Prints &; MerchandiseThis blog and newsletter are licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Work 3.0 United States License.Registered trademark PHANTOMS AND MONSTERS ® / PHANTOMS &; MONSTERS ® - USPTO #90902480 - Lon D. Strickler© 2005-2024 Phantoms &; Monsters - All Rights Reserved

Two siblings were visiting their grandparents' house in Willow Creek‚ CA. They were sleeping on the back deck when the boy observed an unknown tall‚ pale-skinned humanoid in the backyard.I received the following account:"I saw a tall‚ pale-skinned being in my grandparent's yard in Willow Creek‚ California in 1994.I had grandparents (dad's father and stepmother) who lived in Willow Creek until their respective passing in the early 2000s. Before then my dad‚ sister‚ and I would visit at least once or twice in the summer and sometimes for Thanksgiving or Christmas. We lived in San Jose‚ CA at the time‚ which is an 8-hour drive away. We loved going to hike in the surrounding forests and playing in the Trinity River. We grew up hearing about Bigfoot (the famous Patterson video was shot in the area and the town is Bigfoot tourist-heavy)‚ but we were taught to watch out for the very real pumas and bears.I need to explain a bit about how my grandparent's house was laid out for some aspects of this story.They had a small 2 bedroom‚ 1 bathroom house set at the corner of two streets. The road into the neighborhood off the main road ran along the backyard and the house ran along the other road off of that road. Several houses ran on each side of the street and a house sat behind their yard. Chain link fencing six feet tall went around their backyard and most neighbors' yards instead of solid wood fencing‚ so you can see into most yards. From the street and their house‚ it slopes down into the backyard and neighbor's yard by roughly 10 feet in total. Their backyard was mostly just grass and weeds with a small semi-growing garden near the neighbor's fence line and a big tree (maybe oak of some kind?) next to and partially over the solarium. They had a raised deck running the length of the back of the house with stairs down into the yard at one end and a solarium off their kitchen at the other end. Inside the house‚ the kitchen and dining room are immediately next to each other with the living room and front door next to it. At the back of the living room is a short hall with a master bedroom behind the kitchen and along the wall with the deck on one side‚ and the bathroom and guest room along the wall facing the side street on the other side. Grandparents of course got their master bedroom‚ dad would take the guest room‚ and my sister and I would sleep in the living room in winter or in the solarium if it was summer.This story takes place in mid-August 1994. One last summer trip before school started in a couple weeks at the request of my sister for her 9th birthday earlier that month. I was 11 at the time. We left early to get there before dinner so Dad could nap from the drive a bit while me and sis went down to the portion of the Trinity River that ran at the very back of the neighborhood. The afternoon and evening went as usual. That night‚ we went to sleep in the solarium as was the custom for summer trips.At some point in the night‚ I woke up. No real reason‚ not even to go to the bathroom. I just have always done that from time to time‚ even still. I did what I usually do and stared up at the stars and moon (around half visible‚ couldn't tell you if it was waxing or waning). All of a sudden‚ I got an intense feeling of dread that skipped fight or flight to straight "freeze or you're dead." After some time (most likely just a minute or two)‚ I turned my head to the side to look into the yard. I had to turn to my side and lift myself a bit to get a better look‚ but the source of my feeling was impossible to miss. Standing at the bottom of the yard next to the neighbor's fence line stood a tall skinny creature with skin the color of the moon. It had no hair on its head or anywhere else that I could see. Its eyes were shiny white with a reflective quality‚ but not bright like a bright light was shining on them right then. Just moonlight. Its face had human features but seemed squished and flatter. Its arms seemed really long‚ but that could be just because it was really tall. The chain link fence came up to its armpits‚ so it had to be around 7-8 feet tall. Not enough to just step over the fencing‚ but I didn't hear it climb over unless it had been in the yard before I woke up and just didn't get the dread feeling until later. Its body had dirty brown-dark gray-looking rags over its chest and around its hips covering its crotch.It was looking right at me. I got scared and ducked down into my sleeping bag as far as I could. My sister has always been a heavy sleeper and I didn't want her to wake up for this anyway. The next thing I hear heavy steps on the deck coming towards the solarium. There's a wood door with a screened window on the top of it (not opened at the time as far as I can remember). All was quiet for a while‚ so I peeked out through a small fold of the sleeping bag. Through one of the bottom windows of the solarium next to the door‚ I saw its pale large feet. The skin was rough and the toes were gnarled with dirty nails. I curled up trying not to make a sound or move much. The bag was getting stuffy.The next thing I know my dad is gently moving me with his foot asking if I was cold because I was still huddled down into the bag. I looked around kind of disoriented. There was no evidence of that creature from the night before. No marks or footprints or bent fencing. My dad was a HUGE skeptic of anything paranormal‚ cryptic‚ and otherworldly‚ but I told him anyway. He of course blew it off as a dream. Sis‚ being a deep sleeper‚ didn't notice anything. I asked my grandparents if they heard or felt the thumping on the deck‚ which would have been along their bedroom wall. Nope. Both seemed weirded out by my story and my grandma later privately told me "There's lots of strange things up here. That's why we avoid being out at night." She wouldn't elaborate though.It's obviously not a classic Bigfoot‚ but I don't know what it is. I've wanted to ask someone from the Hoopa Native Americans up there‚ but I haven't yet. I've never seen anything like it since. Although I have experienced plenty of paranormal things‚ those are different stories." ADReal Monsters‚ Gruesome Critters‚ and Beasts from the DarksideI Know What I Saw: Modern-Day Encounters with Monsters of New Urban Legend and Ancient LoreThe Curse of the Wendigo (The Monstrumologist)Native American Myths &; LegendsDangerous Spirits: The Windigo in Myth and HistoryCryptid Country (Cryptid Zoo)Register a SNAP EBT CardTry Audible PlusPHANTOMS &; MONSTERS READING LISTHave you had a sighting or encounter?Contact me by email or call the hotline at 410-241-5974Thanks. LonAccess Phantoms &; Monsters Posts on Twitter 'X'-----Hey‚ folks. How would you like to design artwork for Phantoms &; Monsters‚ Phantoms &; Monsters Radio‚ or Phantoms &; Monsters Fortean Research?If your art is approved by me I will promote it with your name and link. It must be original‚ print-ready‚ and sized for clothing &; merchandise. You can choose your favorite cryptid or paranormal subject to include in your artwork. I will select up to 5 different designs‚ and each will be fully promoted on the blog‚ the Phantoms &; Monsters online shop‚ YouTube‚ social media‚ etc.Please contact me at lonstrickler@phantomsandmonsters.com - Thanks. Lon-----YOUR SUPPORT IS APPRECIATED! THANKS-----ORDER THE AUDIOBOOK VERSIONORDER THE AUDIOBOOK VERSIONProject Threshold: Finale-----TODAY'S TOP LINKSCould Djinn Be Behind Most Paranormal Phenomena?Something Strange Happens to Wolves Infected by Infamous Mind-Altering ParasiteSHAPESHIFTERS: MYTHS or REAL BEINGS? - Please Join Us For LIVE CHAT! - Q &; A - Lon Strickler (Host)LISTEN TO NARRATIONS OF PHANTOMS &; MONSTERS REPORTS &; CASES - PLEASE SUBSCRIBE‚ LIKE &; SHAREChilean Navy helicopter pilot shoots video of UFOCIA's secret office has conducted UFO retrieval missions on at least NINE crash sites around the world‚ whistleblowers revealPHANTOMS &; MONSTERS READING LISTCONSIDER ADVERTISING ON PHANTOMS &; MONSTERS RADIOLET'S DISCUSS YOUR OPTIONSClick the link for our Media KitCHICAGO MOTHMAN / O'HARE BATMAN YouTube PlaylistPHANTOMS &; MONSTERS RADIO Podcasts on Spotify**********Your financial support of Phantoms &; Monsters and our other pursuits is much appreciated. Please click the banner above. Thanks.Have you had a sighting or encounter?Contact us by email or call the hotline at 410-241-5974Thanks. LonAlso available with audiobooknarration by Terry Springs‚CBS-TV Las Vegas affiliate.The Dark Arts of MISTER SAM SHEARON - Original Prints &; MerchandiseThis blog and newsletter are licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Work 3.0 United States License.Registered trademark PHANTOMS AND MONSTERS ® / PHANTOMS &; MONSTERS ® - USPTO #90902480 - Lon D. Strickler© 2005-2024 Phantoms &; Monsters - All Rights Reserved

According to the Diné Navajo people‚ Skinwalkers are shapeshifting witches who conduct all sorts of terrible things. These beings can make people sick and commit murders. They are graverobbers and necrophiliacs. They are greedy and evil entities who must kill a sibling or other relative to be initiated as a Skinwalker. They supposedly can turn into were-animals and can travel in supernatural ways.Anthropologist David Zimmerman of the Navajo Nation Historic Preservation Department explains:"Skinwalkers are folks that possess knowledge of medicine‚ medicine both practical (heal the sick) and spiritual (maintain harmony)‚ and they are both wrapped together in ways that are nearly impossible to untangle."These medicine men train over many years to become full-fledged practitioners in the mystical rituals of the Diné Navajo people. The medicine men have shown themselves to be effective in treating a range of ailments according to the U.S. Public Health Service. But‚ there is also a dark side. Witches follow some of the same training and obtain similar knowledge as their more benevolent colleagues‚ but they supplement both with their pursuit of the dark arts‚ or black magic. By Diné Navajo law‚ a known witch has forfeited its status as a human and can be killed at will. The assumption is that a witch‚ by definition‚ is evil.The cautious Diné Navajo will not speak openly about Skinwalkers‚ especially with strangers‚ because to do so might invite the attention of an evil witch. After all‚ a stranger who asks questions about Skinwalkers just might be one himself‚ looking for his next victim.-----"In February 2006 at 9:15 PM at a small reservation outside of Albuquerque‚ a young boy was sent out to get a juice bottle from a parked car and while his uncle lay on the couch he heard the boy screaming. His uncle got up to see the boy’s father coming in with the boy holding his hand. The boy appeared terrified and was shaking. His grandmother talked to him and asked him what was wrong. He then said that a “thing” had watched him from the fence line and then came after him. He said it was about 4ft tall and had red glowing eyes‚ gray hairy feet‚ long claws‚ and a snout like that of a dog. Human-like footprints with “claws” were found near the window."NOTE: the encounter was reported to a local newspaper but never published. A reservation police officer stated to an investigative reporter that several 'skinwalker' sighting reports had been made within 2 months.-----"I try to read about skinwalkers and/or Navajo witches whenever I hear of any articles or books about them. When I was a little girl traveling with my family on vacation‚ we came across something strange that had to have been a skinwalker or Navajo witch. It was 1967 or 1968 and we were driving from California to Arkansas to visit family. On the way to Arkansas‚ we were on Route 66 outside of Albuquerque‚ NM and we had stopped at a rest area so my Dad could sleep. It doesn't happen often now‚ but back then a lot of people used to stop and sleep in the rest areas.It was the middle of the night and something startled my father awake. He woke up and was extremely scared and nervous. He was trying to figure out why he woke up and why he felt scared when he saw a man walking across the desert. He said that he almost couldn't take his eyes off the guy because‚ even though the man was kind of far out there‚ something was wrong. The man was walking towards the rest area from out in the desert‚ as he got closer‚ my father saw what was different about him. The man had a fur skin thrown across his shoulders and as he walked his feet were not touching the ground. He passed right beside our car and looked my Dad in the eye. My Dad said that all of the hair on his body stood up. He immediately started our car and drove away as fast as he could.It was later that we found out that some crazy guy came into the same rest area‚ the very same night that we were there‚ and shot a bunch of people. From what I was told‚ some of the people were killed. I was a little girl 3 or 4 years old‚ I was asleep when it all happened‚ but we never stopped in NM after that. Every year we went to Arkansas to visit family and we never stopped in NM again‚ we always drove straight through." Nina-----"I live close to the reservation just outside Mesa‚ Arizona. I have a couple of Native friends who I just recently went camping with around 20 miles outside the valley to a place they call Three Poles. This place is considered holy land in their eyes and is close to a river. There are numerous stories I know about this place‚ such as the flute player you can hear at night or the boulder-sized splashes you hear in the river. But the most notable are the stories of the skinwalkers.We arrived at the camping site around 9 p.m. It was already dark‚ so we started to unpack and made a fire. Once that was done‚ my Native buddies put up the barriers and puffed the smoke of tobacco upon us as a personal barrier. They told me never to go anywhere alone and that around 3 a.m. is when the spirits are the most active. Around 2 a.m. the beating of a drum became very clear; this is a sign of the skinwalker‚ they told me. At around 3 a.m.‚ the smell of wet dogs became apparent. This is the sign of either two things: Hoofy‚ an extremely evil spirit; or the skinwalkers.The fire grew small and we could see the shadows of animals. We all decided to move to another site in the morning. As the first light dawned‚ we packed. I sat in the back of his truck to hold down the stuff. As we left‚ I saw a rottweiler walking on its hind legs straight to the middle of our camp. It was easily 5 feet tall and had bright orange eyes. I freaked out and screamed as it was running at us‚ still standing up. It disappeared into a bush after we turned the corner.Later on at our other camp‚ an old man with his face covered up by hair visited us and acted very strangely. We ran out of drinks‚ so a friend and I decided to head out on foot (no car; a friend had to take it home). We saw a car. As it approached‚ it slowed down to a halt and the same man asked if we wanted a ride. We said no because by this time my friends had told me the man was a skinwalker. He grabbed my arm and pulled me by his car and looked straight at me. As my friend ran up to grab me‚ the man took off in his car.Once we got back‚ I relaxed. It was around dawn when just behind me the man appeared about 10 feet away and asked if I could help him with something back at his camp. As he did‚ two trucks came around the corner to head further into the grounds. He watched them as they passed and then all of a sudden he bolted after them. I was astonished to see this 60-year-old man chasing down a car. My native friends put up a salt barrier. I heard sounds all night‚ but never saw anything after that." LD-----"As a teenager‚ I would visit my grandma at her home on the Navajo rez for several weeks every summer. I loved to spend time with her‚ eat her delicious fried bread‚ and hear her tell us stories. Every so often my grandma would hire a worker (the harmless town drunk) to do odd jobs around her house and property. One evening right before the sun went down‚ I was asked by my grandma to take him home‚ which was about four miles out of the valley where she lived. I was more than happy to‚ seeing that I was only 14 years old and was asked to drive a truck! Mind you on the rez‚ nobody cares that you're only 14 years old and driving around. Hell‚ there's hardly anybody around to see you anyway! So my 9-year-old brother jumped in the truck cab with me while this "worker" and my dog shared the tailgate of the truck and we were off. After I dropped the worker off at the shack that he and his brothers called a house‚ we headed back down the road to grandma's. As I mentioned before‚ it was evening and the sky was a deep red as the sun began to set behind us. We were leaving a nice dust trail from the dirt road and the radio was playing music from the only radio station that could be picked up from the nearest town of Holbrook‚ Arizona.There was nothing unusual‚ nothing weird. It was at this time that my eye caught the movement of something in the bushes a little up the road to the right of us. I remember slowing down thinking that it was one of the many free-roaming sheep in the area that would dart out in front of the truck. As I passed where I thought I saw it‚ I sped up thinking nothing else of it. Then out of nowhere I just felt this dark feeling of fear and dread. I had no idea why I was feeling this way but I definitely felt that something was wrong.As I play this memory back in my mind‚ there are only a few clear memories that I have of that evening. I clearly remember looking in my rearview mirror and seeing the dark silhouette of something very tall and very skinny that seemed to be covered with some kind of hair or fur running behind the truck after us! Whatever it was‚ it wasn't a normal human or human at all. I remember hearing my brother crying and my dog barking ferociously at whatever was chasing us. I remember speeding very fast and shaking violently as the truck bounced on the washboard dirt road. I distinctly remember that this thing was only getting closer as my brother cried "It's coming up on your side!" I remember being as scared as hell and thinking that I didn't want to die. At the moment I thought would be our last. I remember speeding around a bend in the road and seeing a car coming towards us in the opposite direction. At that moment I felt instant relief and felt that whatever was following us was gone.Shaken up but alive‚ we made it to grandma's house wondering what the hell had just happened. We ran inside not looking back‚ hoping that whatever was chasing us had not followed us home. As we told my grandma about our experience she didn't seem too surprised‚ which surprised us. She continued by repeating stories that we had already heard at one point or another about black magic‚ witches‚ and something that the Navajos call Yee Nadlooshii or Skinwalkers. Needless to say‚ I didn't even want to look out any of the windows at all the rest of that night. As a matter of fact‚ I never drove on the reservation at night until I was 21 years old.Without going too deep into explanation‚ I'll just say that these Skin-walkers are evil men and spirits that use black magic for evil doing. I tell you that as farfetched as it may sound‚ they are real! I believe that if God and his greatness are real‚ the devil is equally as real and also has his ways of showing himself.This may not sound very scary to some readers and that may be due to my lack of writing skills. But what happened that evening really did happen and scared the living crap out of me. I invite anybody to visit this part of Arizona if you have any doubts or want a huge scare. I promise you that you won't be disappointed.I hope that you enjoyed my story and I look forward to sharing other experiences soon." T-----"I've seen a skinwalker ONCE! I have never seen one since. My older brother‚ older sister‚ and I were going home for the weekend. We were coming in from Phoenix. We had to leave pretty late. It usually takes us 5 hours to get home which is in Low Mountain near Pinon‚ AZ. We drove toward Keams Canyon highway and took a certain dirt road that would take us straight to Low Mountain. Before we reached the dirt road we noticed a very old lady walking on the side of the highway with a cane at 2 o'clock in the morning! She had her scarf around her head‚ a long black jacket‚ and wearing a green dress. We did not think anything of it but thought it was weird that she was walking late at night on a highway. The reservation is really dark at night and there is hardly anyone driving on the roads. We eventually turned on the dirt road.A mile away from the highway we noticed the same old lady walking on the side of the dirt road with her cane. I freaked out! I started crying because we knew that it was the same lady 15 miles back. My brother stepped on the gas and started driving faster. He gave us some medicine to protect us from harm. We eventually got to a highway that took us to Chinle‚ Low Mountain‚ or Pinon. We passed the first bridge and we noticed that the old lady was sitting on the highway with her head down waving the cane in the air. Before we could pass her the car just shut down and wouldn't start. The old lady stood up facing the opposite way from us so we wouldn't see her face and walked across the other side of the road. She turned her head to face us and her face was painted all black. She kept walking and eventually disappeared in the distance. My brother turned the ignition and the car started!! It scared the hell outta me!!! I was crying so bad that I never wanted to drive through the road again.When we got home we told my parents about it. My dad said that there was an old couple that lived between the two highways that did bad medicine on people. He also said that her husband had passed on not long ago and that she walks that road every now and then. They had two kids; one of them passed away at a very young age with an unknown cause of death and the other one drinks and huffs. We ended up driving back the longer way which was taking the highway to the junction road and going toward Ganado. It was very real and very scary. DN----I received a correspondence from an individual with the moniker 'Coy Cryptid.' He is a resident of the Diné Navajo reservation and this is a reply to an inquiry I made in a previous post. I have not changed anything in the email....completely original:Well‚ where to start......? We are not skin walkers‚ we are "eaters of all" (closest translation I can do to our real name‚ sorry) We are old‚ so old that some of us remember this world when it had many moons and the land flowed like water. We are not evil‚ nor good. We just are. In the way of modern thinking‚ we are like animals; not fallen from grace‚ and speak and hear God directly. I don't know if we have souls‚ because we don't die‚ just .... this is really hard to explain ..... we don't go dormant‚ just change the way we live. Right now I am Human. I look‚ feel‚ think‚ and act just like one of you. I will apparently die just like one of you‚ only to spread out from where my " mortal remains " fall or are eaten‚ adsorbed... or interred‚ mingling with the strings of life (another hard one to put into words) that come into contact with me. Until I decide to become one of them (I have sort of decided on one of the squids‚ we'll see how that works out). In the time between dedicated forms‚ we walk in our true forms‚ remembering all the things that we have been. It's hard to describe being many things at once‚ but we do go back to places we've been because the "memories of love"(?) draw us back. We watch over you as we are directed to do‚ letting you live your lives according to Law both good and bad as is the will of the Creator. You are right to fear us in our true forms because we do not think as humans do‚ but a collage of thoughts from many forms at once.The Creator bid us to stay our feeding on you many many eons ago‚ but left us with the right to protect ourselves if threatened in any of our forms (careful with that fly swatter or bar of soap). We can grasp your‚ or any other creature's mind if we choose‚ and hold them while we eat. In this form‚ it is a very unpleasant thought and leaves me nauseous just thinking about it. All of us by now (except the ones that left this world early on for a "walk about" or from the great shame) have spent many lifetimes in human form and almost all of them love people deeply. Every creature in this world fears us because you are all survivors who have sensed us in true form. We have to calm you to walk among you even in dedicated forms.We have traits that can be used to identify us in any of our forms. The closest thing that I can call them is "tells." Mine is that I don't eat feet (yuck how nasty‚ .....this includes fins‚ hooves‚ tips of tentacles‚ pads‚ wing feathers‚ or anything used as contact points for locomotion blahhhhuch). One of my co-cross mates (don't ask‚ we have 17 separate sexes‚ talk about a bitch on Friday nights) will not eat anything "purple" as she sees it. Another friend of mine dislikes certain forms of nerve tissue and says it makes him itch. Short of these little peccadilloes we can consume almost anything and derive energy for life from it‚ from sunshine to radionuclides and everything in between‚ yummy (I know‚ I know‚ "feet" have all that and more too but eeuuuuwwww!!)! I personally have always wanted to taste anti-matter but have never gotten around to going above the cloud tops to taste any. 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