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Skinwalkers have only entered the public discourse relatively recently compared to other phenomenon. In , a team of scientists ventured to a Utah ranch to investigate a series of bizarre phenomenon. Skinwalkers have a tendency to hang around graveyards, and can dig up graves at an impossibly fast speed. Skinwalkers are said to recruit more skinwalkers themselves. There is some dispute in how this happens, but some say that there is an official ceremony and that skinwakers only take their form with a gathering of people and specific chants.
With all of their advantages, it is said that you can kill a skinwalker if you call them by their true human name. Skinwalkers are most commonly encountered near native reservations, though they have been seen all over the United States Skinwalker ranch in Utah is the most famous. We surveyed all of reddit for the most horrific and terrifying encounters with skinwalkers from Reddit. Her mother was full-blooded Navajo and her father was Irish. She moved a couple weeks after that. My uncle and cousin saw a large deer on the side of the road.
When they got closer it hopped over the fence like a bipedal man. One time driving back from Gallup, my dad saw an old navajo woman walking on the side of the road and when he slowed to offer her a ride she took off into the plains, quickly with inhuman speed. They would make animal noises and when we looked to the direction from which the noises were coming they would turn a flashlight on and off. The noises would come from all directions, in increasingly shorter succession. My uncle is Mexican and Native American. This happened in the Mojave Desert in southern California.
He was driving around with his girlfriend late at night and they saw something that looked like a huge black dog on the side of the road. He slowed down and the dog began crossing the road. Instead of walking like a normal dog would, this thing moved like a toy rocking horse. My uncle is the most badass person I know and it scared the crap out of him.
So this happened about twelve years ago. My family owns a farm in the heart of an Indian reservation. One Winter I was home for Christmas taking care of the farm while my parents were away Christmas shopping. As I was home by myself, way late in the night and I hear all our cows freaking out. I knew it had to be the wild dogs that are rampant 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 just right to light up all the snow. I ran out into the middle of the field, and just in time I see two dogs, they were standing up facing each other and fighting.
Immediately I froze, and every ghost story about 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 until then, these were all just boogie man stories the Native kids like to tell to scare us. That night, they became real to me. I was staying with a ten, thirteen, and fourteen year old. Each house is on a hill so only part of the basement was actually underground. It was maybe eleven at night, and we were playing truth or dare after telling scary stories, and my fourteen year old cousin dared me and the thirteen year old to go walk through the paths for ten minutes or so.
We were walking through the paths for about five minutes and could barely see the fire through the trees when we decided to turn. In the middle of the path, was a large dog-like creature, hunched over with its front hands an inch from the ground. What I remember most was how its eyes were so fucking bright white, and it was humanoid-dog shaped with a human like head but a dog like body but human hands and feet.
It looked right at us and I know I was paralyzed with fear as it dashed away the opposite way from us, towards a creek that ran through the yard. Eventually my cousin and I screamed bloody effin murder and the other cousins and my grandma ran to us. Her dogs—both of them—were dead, ripped up. That night we went to bed early. I woke up at maybe two in the morning because I felt something hit my head.
My cousins were all sitting on the double bed opposite me on the other side of the room. There was one bunk bed and two double beds, the double beds for me and my fourteen year old cousin. They were being quiet and staring at me. The thirteen year old noddded his head toward the window.
They all looked afraid. I turned my head slightly to the side and I saw a really messed up looking face pressed to the window with gaping eyes looking down at me. I screamed so fucking loud, and it bolted. My grandma called the police after I told her what happened and they found nothing. I went home after that and I have never been there during the night again. What I saw was not full human nor full animal. I was moving and had just completed the cleaning and was with my year-old son.
We had called it a night and were headed to our new place. It did move quickly, but not quick enough to avoid the light from a nearby light post and the porch lights. It moved as if trying to avoid being seen. I was within fifteen feet of it, but I did not look back to fully inspect it.
It cowered behind the tree as we got into our vehicle. To this day, I can picture what it looked like, know they exist, and pray I never encounter one again. He was leaving the area one morning, had been camping there a couple days and said there was a coyote that always seemed to be close by, like in his peripheral vision but never overt.
He loaded up his truck and started to drive down the wash out to the fire road. At the end of the wash, he could see the coyote following him. When he pulled onto the road, it was running next to him. Now he was freaked out, so he sped up. He said he was going 35 or so, and it was running along beside him. When he looked back, the coyote was running on two legs and was wearing what Patrick said looked like buckskin pants. An instant later, it was a person wearing a coyote fur keeping pace with his truck. When he looked again… It was gone.
I decided to join my bestie Karen for a three day stay at her grandmothers place on the Rez. In the middle of nowhere but surrounded by rural homes. We go to college together and I was kinda interested to know about Navajo tradition. To me…it did act kinda strange and ugly looking. Black, shaggy coat, looked like a mix between a German Shepard and a Lab.
That night, we were watching a movie in the living-room had big windows that looked out into the front where the cars are parked, nothing fancy with the curtains wide open, Grandma was in the kitchen cooking dinner and we were watching a movie. Karen went to put back a DVD we had just watched, but she freaked out because that stray black dog was staring at us through the window standing on-top of the wood-box outside.
Not something normal dogs do from my point of view or hers. The other dogs seemed to stay away from it. Karen opened the door and yelled at it to get it off the box. It ran off behind the shed. We went to to Tuba City to get some groceries, came back to the house. The dog was nowhere to be seen, nothing unusual. Grandma went to visit some people so it was just Karen and I. Looking out the living-room window to the door and there was the DOG trying to open the door with its paws.
Two paws wrapped around the brass door knob, standing on its hind-legs. She opened the door and chased it off. Got ready to sleep, we slept in the spare bedroom since it had two beds. One window with curtains opened a little. We turned off the light, but there was a sound coming from on top of the roof. It is also said Skinwalkers, through this same eye-locking method, have the power to read human thoughts or even mimic perfectly the voice of that person, a ploy used to lure relatives.
Outcasts and pariahs, Skinwalkers assume begrudged and hate-driven existences, their spirits in constant search of revenge or else mindless harm. The more modest accounts of Skinwalker encounters portray them as mischievous, almost poltergeist-like. They will climb the roofs of sleeping families, bang on the walls and knock on the windows. More commonly though, Skinwalkers stories are far more malicious.
In these accounts Skinwalkers climb roofs in order to seek ways into the house and attack the family, or else they assault cars driving through reservation land, causing wrecks. They are described as fast and agile, ugly mutations that are not quite human and not fully animal. Usually they are naked but some sightings report a creature wearing tattered shirts or jeans.
In some stories the Skinwalker is actually tracked down only to lead to the home of a relative of the tracker. Certain Navajo myths insist that the only way to fully kill a Skinwalker is with a bullet dipped in white ash. Fascinating, I assume this sighting was somewhere in the Four Corners region? What else can you tell us about the encounter? I live in the four corners area, I am not a Navajo but have many friends who are. This is something that brings fear to them and those who live on the reservation hate going outside at night.
My friend who was driving through the Reservation said he hit something and pulled over to find nothing but blood and fur in the grill of his truck. He got back in his truck once he felt eyes watching him from the bushes off the road. I just need some help with uploading it. Ok, So I made it back to my horse trailerafter scouting for deer 2 days befor the hunt opened, and ate dinner by a campfire. It was around midnight when I felt uneasy about something around my camp. I went inside the trailer for the night and I could hear people talking outside but I could not understand what they were saying.
I looked out the window and saw what apeared to be 3 dark masses or shadows approaching my camp. This is where my experience goes to another level. A bang on the outside of the steel horse trailer, I have my 44 in hand at this point. Open up the door and there is no one there. So, I jump in my sleeping bag thinking that I have lost my mind or something. Then I see Something cross between the campfire and the window, blocking out the firelight.
I peer through the window and see something big and black crouching at the side of my pickup. I cannot control my heartrate at this point. I jump up out of bed because the trailer is being shaken by somtheing so hard and voilently I could barely keep my footing. As I look to the opposite window in trailer I saw something staring at me.
I pointed my 44 mag at it and as I am squeezing the trigger to shoot it through the glass, it turns and I can hear it run away. Whatever it was ran bipedal with heavy footfalls. It left no tracks. I heard what I thought to be people talking again only this time up on the ridge above me but I could not make out any words or anything, like mumbling.
I here to thuds on the ground that in the morning I found to be rocks. The window of my traler is right at 8 feet, there is no way I could look through standing only 6 foot. I am the only person on over acres of private property, there were no signs of another human being for miles, I spent the entire next day confirming this. Which is also when I looked at the photographs and noticed two strange photos.
One is of something wearing animal fur with its head held low, looking up the mountain at me. The day before all of this I saw 2 white feathers tied to similar poles just atop the ridge from camp only to be gone the next day. I am not american Indian, But I do believe that there was something else up there with me.
You would not want to leave your windows even rolled sown alittle. They can blow some stuff on you that will leave you very disoriented ans feeling very sick. I am not sure what it is, but it will make you sick. I have had some experience with it and it was no walk in the park. Some are good and only want to protect their families and territory, but some are also evil who just want to cause havoc. You were possible nearby a reservation or something and they wanted to check you out… It would be considered their territory. This article also says that they are outcasts and pariahs.
They do many things out of jealousy and these are not no good people protecting any one. Skinwalkers are bad people! The good are the medicine men or road men who can heal these bad things the skinwalkers do. They are not called skinwalkers. We are looking for eye witnesses who are willing to go on camera and describe their encounters with Skinwalkers in the Navajo Reservation region.
If you are not willing to be identified, that is okay as we can conceal your identity. Please contact me if you are interested in being featured or know anyone we can speak to about this. My email is e. So when he rides out to his pasture the red light starts circling him and his horse so he shoots at the red light and it just zooms away fast, so earlier the next morning the police find a dead naked man the next morning that looked like he had been shot so he tells the police about his inncident that morning. Maybe they are not all bad having the gift to shape shift could be used for good to and bye killing a love one they could be killing a pet or a close animal and taking on its spirit.
A pet is not used as a sacrifice. These things are not good at all. Shape shifting is not a gift. I wish people would understand this and stop saying they might be good.
I have seen what they could do myself…. Due to the public nature of the people I am about to discuss I am changing the names in this story: I used to work in the public sector in Albuquerque, NM. Some of my coworkers both white males, no Native American ancestery were adamant hunters.
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During downtime at work they used to regail me with stories of their hunts and about the adventures they had exploring NM. Before one particular Labor Day Weekend, on of the men, Joe, said he had obtained a permit to trap varmints on a piece of private land near Gallup, NM Joe would skin the animals and had amassed quite a neat collection of various pelts. His friend, Bob, was going to tag along and record their escapade they spent countless hours watching footage of them hunting various animals.
All seemed to be shaping up as a normal Labor Day weekend for my close friends, that is, unitl the following week. When I saw Joe the next week I asked him about his trip, and he turned pale. Thinking he was ill I asked if he was ok, and he just stared at me…totally blank. So, I followed him outside and, to my surprise, saw incredible scracthes down the driver side of his truck. There were three of them, and they were so deep they penetrated the exterior steel, creating rigid grooves down the entire length of his vehicle and even tore off the cap to his bumper.
So, Bob and I went to check it out and we saw a man staring at us from behind some brush, very close, like ten feet away. He had unusually dark eyes and looked upset. He was giving us the creeps, so much so that I shouldered my rifle in case he attacked. We tried speaking to him and he just stared back.
Then, there was a loud screeching noise behind us. We turned around and saw nothing, and then looked back to the man, who had disappeared. We we very frightened, so we jumped in the truck and took off. It was getting dark, so I was driving slowly on the dirt road, when Bob noticed what looked like a huge coyote pacing the truck on my side.
May 19, at 9: July 20, at But other than anecdotal stories like those given earlier and the plentiful cultural mythology, there's never been any evidence that real skinwalkers have ever been anything more than unnamed, unknown Native Americans who donned animal hides and fancied themselves witches. March 6, at 4: A couple of days before Timothy's thirteenth birthday, a pack of evil Skinwalkers that have tasted blood led by the evil Varek chases the boy while his family protects him.
So, Bob got out the camera and began recording while I sped up. The coyote kept up with us at 50 mph, but I didnt want to go faster unitl we got to a paved road.
Suddenly, the coyote began running upright and out ran the truck, beyond the headlights. As I slowed down to look around we heard a loud, shocking ripping noise and my truck swerved as if we had been hit by another car. Fearing for our lives, I began driving over bushes and cactus flooring my truck towards the paved road. When we finally reached it we drove straight to a casino outside of town, going over mph the whole time. When we got to the casion parking lot we felt safe enough to inspect the damage. Thats when we saw this. This was too crazy. However, Joe had some of the vidoe footage on his phone that Bob had captured, so he motioned for me to come watch.
The footage showed Joe driving and Bob attempting to angle the camera over Joe to see out of his driver side window and out the back window of the pickup. At the point in the story where the creature runs in a bi-pedal aspect in front of the vehicle Bob points the camera towards the floor of the truck and screams; a very frightful scream, especially for the manly hunter he was.
Since this event occured less than 1 year ago , strange things have happend in the lives of both men. Since the event, Joe and his wife had a very late term miscarriage, he was usurped for a promotion at work and underwent treatment for severe insomnia. Joe never again discussed the story, and has since even changed his phone number and has become a ghost and completeley incommunicado.
Bob also had some life changes. He, as well, gave up hunting overnight. About six months ago, he began having very strange issues with his lungs, and has since moved to a city with a hospital that specialized in treating patients with his disorder. So, did my two buddies encounter an evil skinwalker?
Now, I am actually a bit of a skeptic, and an academic by trade and nature. But, I know what I saw, and I witnessed how the encounter affected my friends. Growing up in NM I had heard of skinwalkers, but regarded the stories as a tale used by Navajo parents used to make their kids behave. Now I think different. In fact, anytime I have to work on the reservation which happens about once a year , I ask to visit with a tribal medicine man for protection which they are happy to accomodate me with since I am working on their behalf. I am scared of the Norther NM reservation wilds, because I saw what it did to some of the toughtest guys I know.
Their story gives me chills…. Im sorry your friends encountered one of these evil beings…. I would suggest u have your friends be blessed by a medicine man. Whoever they encountered is probably holding something of theirs to keep hurting them and as time goes by they will get worse. He absolutely will not talk about it. The Cowboy and the Skinwalker. Chinle, Arizona, United States of America: Navajo Children's Skinwalker Narratives. University of Utah Press.
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