Saturday, March 28, 2015

The Little People Are Watching

The following account is from the summer of 2003 in Rough River State Park, Kentucky. There were 2 known sources of this story, Paranormal and a paragraph printed in a Louisville, KY newspaper a few days after the incident. I came across a thread post from a person who states they were privy to this event. There have been a few details added from the original report:

June 24th 2003 - mid-afternoon: The witness was on a weekend canoeing trip for rest and relaxation in an remote area of Rough River State Park. He was strangely queasy and anxious for some unknown reason. for some unknown reason, he felt like he had something to fear. Heeding these sensations, he was extremely cautious on the river. After several miles he paddled the canoe to the riverbank and tied it off to a tree. He got out to explore the area. Looking 8-10 ft downstream he spotted what looked like the top of a gray clay jar peeking out of the water.

His first thoughts were that he might have found a native people's artifact. He started down the bank toward the creek which was extremely slippery with mud. He stopped just short of the water and very close to the old earthenware pot. It was more like a clay crock and he soon realized that it probably wasn't very old. He poked at it and noticed there were small handprints on it. He thought it could had been raccoon prints but they were more like little human handprints, about an inch wide.

He tried to pry the thing loose using a stick but suddenly heard a noise. He heard what sounded like children laughing in the distance. The sound was coming from downstream. When he managed to pull the crock jar out of the mud, something let out a scream. It sounded like a little girl, very high pitched and loud. Not knowing what to do he grabbed the jar and began to scramble up the muddy bank. Glancing back, he thought he saw something move along the creek. He stopped and sat at the top of the bank for a moment looking at the jar, trying to comprehend the handprints.

After a few minutes, he laid the crock down, got up and walked along the creek stopping every once in a while to peek through the bushes to see if anybody was there. At one point, he looked over the bank he noticed two little people standing about 1 foot tall. They had pale skins, little brown leather pants held up by suspenders, no shirts and little pointy hats made of what looked like leather. They had leather foot coverings that went up past the ankle. Their hair was reddish color and their eyes blue. Their hands were only about an inch wide. They knew he was watching but they continued their task of pulling some kind of wooded stump down the muddy creek bank with long leather ropes or strings. These little men were surprisingly clean, for the work they were doing. He then heard a thump back where he first had gone in the creek. He looked back and there were three more of the little men, exactly like the first two. They had pushed the crock jar back down the bank. They were all laughing, high-pitched laughter, like a bunch of kids. He then heard a loud snap and they were all gone. Their footprints were plainly visible in the mud, but they were gone along with the crock jar and the wooded stump. They had vanished in a split second.

He walked around in an attempt to pick up a trail but to no avail. He continued his trip with no other incidents.

Saturday, March 21, 2015

When Worlds Touch

I received the following narrative several years ago. The writer was distressed over several unusual they started to record the incidents in a diary:

In view of the events that have occurred over the years in our house led me to start keeping a diary, which I began in August 2007. Many strange things happened prior to keeping notes, but only after my wife and I got rid of boarders such as a son, a granddaughter who we raised from one year until she was 13. She went to live with her father, but came back here for another couple of years. Finally, we were alone.

In my diary are dates, times and descriptions of the events, which are generally out of the ordinary, as you shall see. My view is that the short nine-foot by four-foot hallway, which leads to three bedrooms and a bath, may intersect a parallel world. This idea may sound goofy, but read to the end before condemning my views. I can think of no other explanation for what follows.

The interaction with the other world is not continuous, as can be seen from the diary notes, and seems to follow no particular pattern as to the type of occurrence, time of day or night, or location.

So, let me begin:

On August 7, 2007 around 4am, We were subjected to source-less noises, not attributable to any known agent. At 6am in my bedroom came the smell of cooking similar to stir-fry potatoes. Neither one of us had got up yet, much less went into the kitchen on the other end of the house. My wife’s bedroom door was shut and latched, mine just pushed to, not latched. She did not report smelling the cooking odor.

August 18 near 6am, She reported hearing a man’s voice in the hallway. The language, inflection and words were not understandable.

August 29 about 4:40am, Something was on my bed. A small hand, child-size, was put in my hand and awoke me. It was gone in an instant. Nothing was visible. Then around 5:20am, I heard a little girl’s voice close by my bed. I could not make out the words.

October 15 near 1:47am, In my bedroom a male voice said what sounded like “Miz Hannon.”

October 16 at 5:30am, In my room an illegible voice, unknown dialect, spoke muffled words.

October 28 close to 6:01am, A smell of cigarette smoke was detected. It was gone in less than 15 seconds.

November 5 about 11:50pm, A voice that sounded like “Chewbaca” of Star Wars fame woke me up. No recognizable words.

November 7 between 7am and 8am, The wife heard man and woman arguing in the hallway in unknown language. I had already left the house on an errand.

November 17 near 4:20am, A female voice in my bedroom said “Honey.” As that’s what my wife always calls me, I got up to investigate. I found my wife fast asleep in her room.

November 19, around 2:00pm, My wife, who was watching TV in the living room, heard a voice nearby that said “Now, what are you doing?” No one was visible.

November 27 at 7:20am, At the end of the hallway where it goes into the living room was the smell of pumpkin pie cooking. I smelled it coming out of my bedroom. I was the only one up and we weren’t cooking anything, much less pies.

December 3 about 4:30am, There was a faint smell of cigarette smoke in my room.

December 5 near 1:30pm, My wife and granddaughter Ashley saw a faint shadow float across the kitchen.

December 29 approx 3:40am, Thumps on my north bedroom wall awoke me.

January 25, 2008 at 6:20pm, The wife saw a mist floating in her bedroom.

February 16 between 5:30am and 6:00am, Strong cigarette smoke smell in wife’s bedroom. She doesn’t smoke and had to leave the room.

February 26 about 10:30am, My wife saw white apparition walk across dining room, north to south. Dining room walkway runs east-west. Walls make up north and south of room.

March 13 at 4:50am, Sounds of glass breaking woke me up. A thorough search revealed nothing broken.

March 19 afternoon, My wife reports it feels like something sits on her bed when she’s lying down.

March 27 near 3:30am, a lot of indefinable noises including sound of bathroom door shutting. Neither of us was up. And at 11:30pm while in the bathroom, I was startled by banging on the bathroom shower wall.

March 28 about 10am, The wife heard two men arguing in hallway in unknown language.

April 23 at 1:30am, Hallway light came on without cause. And at 2:20pm wafted the smell of cooking in the third bedroom, used for computer and storage.

April 26 after 12 midnight, A lot of thumps and talking in hallway.

April 29 about 3:45am, Undetermined noise and woman’s voice in hallway. No words were understandable.

April 30 between 2:30am and 3am, Metallic sounds and thumping noise. And at 7:30am, wife heard really big thump.

May 10 at 4am, Our small 10 lb dog who never wants to get on my bed, did just that. Something scared him badly. He slept the rest of the night with me. It wasn’t the first time he has been scared by something. It can happen in the middle of the day. And at 5:15am, I smelled cigarette smoke in my bedroom.

May 15 at 4:15am, I smelled cigarette smoke again. I smoke, but not in the house. I have a glassed-in room on the back patio for that purpose.

May 21 close to 3:25am, My wife heard music, bells and voices. Again nothing was understandable in the voices.

May 23 after 2:30am, My wife heard music in hallway again.

May 28 near 10:15pm, I heard my wife’s voice in living room after she had already went to bed and had door closed.

June 2 about 7:30am, A female voice in wife’s bedroom while she was dressing, said “Let me help.” Wife always keeps her door shut until coming out in the morning. She saw no one.

June 6 at 2:45pm, Two men’s voices talking in front den. Dog barked his head off. Nothing said could be understood.

June 24 after 2am, Unidentified noises scared the dog again.

July 5 around 10am, Something closed all three bedroom doors and laundry room door. Wife thought it was me. I was outside working in yard.

July 11 at 2am, Female voice yelled, our dog barked wildly. Wife couldn’t determine location or source of voice.

July 12 about 6:40pm, I saw white apparition in living room. It was gone in an instant.

July 15 at 1:20am, Cough and sneeze in my bedroom woke me. Wife and dog both sleeping.

July 16 about 2:33am, Two men’s voices at each end of hallway, fussing at each other. Nothing they said could be understood.

July 17 near 7:05am, Wife heard man and woman talking low. Nothing said was understandable.

July 28 near 3:10am, Our little dog burst into my bedroom in a panic, trembling all over. He stayed in the corner of the bath until after 7am. He didn’t want to come out.

August 22 approx 4pm, Sound of music in front den. No TV on. Wife was at Bingo.

September 5 at 3:30pm, Sound of cell phone ringing by my recliner. A thorough search found no phone. My cell phone was on my belt. Wife helped with search.

September 6 from 10pm to 2am, Wife heard intermittent growling in her bedroom. Finally came and spent the rest of the night with me.

September 24 around 3:30am, Portable phone on wife’s dresser jumped out of its charging cradle, hit the floor and scooted over to near closet door.

October 2 in the wee hours, Wife heard woman laughing. Man’s voice said something that could have meant keep quiet. Not understandable, though.

November 5,6,7 wee hours, Wife said many people talking in hallway past three nights.

November 9 about 9am, New bag of pink mints on wife’s dresser had been opened. About one-third gone. No one here but us two.

November 24 from 12:30am to 1am, Moaning in wife’s bedroom.

November 25 all night, Our little dog spent the night on my bed.

November 27 around 8am, Strong cigarette smoke in wife’s bedroom drove her out.

December 2 at 1am and at 3am, Wife’s power wheel chair moved by itself to over near the door. At about 3am it moved near her bed. (power chair relays click when it starts to move.

December 5 approx 11:30am, Wife saw image of man in black shirt in front den. I had went outside at about 11:20am.

December 29 at 3:20am, unrecognizable noise in my bedroom startled me awake.

January 8, 2009 about 2:20am, Man and woman talking in wife’s bedroom. Man’s voice in my bedroom. Words spoken were not understandable.

January 10 approx 2:30am, Wife’s bedroom door knob being tried (she always keeps it locked.) And door to third bedroom opened, closed several times. Girl and woman arguing in my bedroom. No recognizable words.

January 11 at 2:30am, Soft, diffused light brightened my entire bedroom for several seconds. Light had no apparent source. It seemed to come from everywhere.

January 26 at 12:20am and 2am, Sound like a basketball bouncing twice woke me. Singing around 2am and other commotion not identifiable.

January 30 about 2:30pm, While napping in my recliner intense vibes encompassed my entire body. Woke me with hairs standing up all over. Unknown source.

January 31 all night, Wife heard sounds of doors opening, closing and noises like furniture being moved around.

February 1 wee hours, Same noises as previous night, except a dog barking.

February 6 about 2:30am, Something bumped wife’s bed, like a large dog.

February 8 near 3:55a, Something hit my bed, shook it, woke me.

February 9 after 10:55pm, Three words spoken on the south side of the bedroom after I lay down and turned light out. Words not understandable.

February 15 at 11:15pm, Our little dog came in my bedroom, I thought to take him back out and put him in his bed. He lay down on the floor, obviously not wanting to go back into the living room. So, I put him on my bed where he spent the rest of the night. My wife said that prior to 11pm, she had heard a lot of noise, such as clicking sounds, thumps, and the dog barking. These noises apparently scared him.

February 23, around 9am, Something tapped wife on shoulder three times while she was in bathroom.

February 24, 6:20am, A voice said “Darlin’” in my bedroom. Sounded like wife’s voice, who was sleeping in her room.

March 2, 6:30am, Smelled faint cigarette smoke in my bedroom.

March 3, 3:33am, A scream in wife’s bedroom startled her awake.

March 9, 4:30am, Voice by my bed said “Get the cell phone.”

March 13, about 1am, Granddaughter Ashley, who was spending the night, heard a woman’s voice speaking in an unknown language.

March 14, wee hours, Something pushed or touched me two separate times, waking me.

March 17, 6:26am, Smell of hot cakes in my bedroom. No one up.

The events listed are by no means all of the things that have happened. They are just the ones that left a lasting impression. There are odd sounds during the day, occasional words spoken from no detectable location, the dog coming out of the house into my Florida room, staring back inside, acting scared. He won’t go back in without one of us goes with him. We get our share of thumps and bumps, too. Construction on this house was begun in Jan. 1964. Other than the builder, we are the third owners. The husband of the first owner pair died in my bedroom, but we’ve never had any problems for the first 25 years or so. Of course, we had four kids growing up here, three boys and a girl. They made enough racket on their own to drown out any strange happenings.

If anyone thinks we haven’t been getting a good night’s sleep, they are right. We’ve only had a few nights where we slept all the way through. I am sure the incidents listed above are not the end of the strange happenings. We surely will be subjected to more of the same in the future. I can’t say we are used to the goings on, but we’ve learned to adapt as best we can. However, we would be relieved, I think, to find out exactly what’s causing the events, even though I doubt if there is a solution.

The tentative conclusion I have arrived at is if most of these events could be the result of intermittent contact with a parallel world. If so, there’s not much we can do about it. I don’t think the happenings are the result of an intersecting dimension, although I suppose anything is possible. I do believe that the floor plan of their house, if that’s what they call it, from the other world, is opposite that of mine. It would seem their kitchen is on the opposite end compared to ours.

Our kitchen is on the north end of the house, while our hallway is on the south end. The reasoning is because of the cooking smells in or near the hallway. The other family may consist of a man, or male, his wife, or mate, and a small child, plus a dog, or an animal that passes for one in their world. They do not speak in any language I’ve ever heard. Their words comprise sentences just as ours do, I suppose, but we have no inkling of what the words mean. While not recorded above, I’ve also caught an occasional whiff of perfume that doesn’t resemble the kind my wife wears. These others must either be night owls, or their sun comes up 12 hours later than ours.

They also have visitors from time to time, who may be friends or relatives just dropping by. I wonder if our doings during the day disturbs their version of sleep time. Since we seldom make much racket, or argue loudly, I don’t think so. Although when our grand daughter, who I mentioned at the beginning, lived here a couple of years ago, her and I got into shouting matches on many occasions. Maybe they are just getting even. In any case, the entities have learned to mimic our voices, which they do when one or the other of us is somewhere else in the house. This can be disconcerting, when we know each of us is in a different part of the house, than where the voices came from. Like I’m in the kitchen, and my wife hears my voice in my bedroom. I don’t think this is a family of ghosts, though. At least, I’ve never heard of such a thing. But I sure wish they would learn to speak English.

Several years ago, when the voices first started, I attempted to record them with a portable self-starting recorder. The recorder had two levels of sensitivity. Unfortunately, one was very sensitive, and picked up the air conditioner until it ran out of tape. The other level was less sensitive, and rarely picked up anything worthwhile, as it took a second or two to begin recording when activated. What I managed to hear on the recording was too brief to carry much information, or to identify what it was, but no speech.

To date there has been no physical touching by the others, except for the little hand in mine and the pushes mentioned previously. The effects so far have generally been noises of people going about their daily, or nightly activities. These things have been annoying, but not too scary, although one of my sons and one of the grand daughters won’t sleep in any of the three bedrooms. We have no intention of moving after 40 years, even if we could afford to move and to make new house payments in some other locality. I will say that the people I bought this house from in early 1969 seemed awfully anxious to move. They said they wanted to go back to Huntsville, AL where they were from and where we moved from. So, we just swapped houses. It’s possible they had suffered some of the same experiences we have, but couldn’t handle the stress.

If readers have beneficial suggestions or alternate theories as to what might be the cause of those things listed above I would be interested in reading them. RR

NOTE: at the time I forwarded several suggestion from readers. I have not heard back from the witness...hopefully they found the answers they were searching for. Lon

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Thursday, March 12, 2015

Strange Happenings: 'The Voice'

The following narrative was forwarded to me in June 2009:

I wanted to tell these three stories so here they are. I will tell them in order so as to keep a continuity between the stories. The first incident happened about 3 weeks ago. The whole family was asleep and my son and his cousins had fallen asleep in the bedroom while playing the game cube. I fell asleep in the living room on the floor. I remember waking up and being fully awake. I could not see the clock so I did not know the time but it was late at night and past 1:00am because I had fallen asleep at about that time after checking on the children.

I was fully awake and noticed that a light was coming in from the kitchen window. I didn’t think anything was amiss at first until I realized the light was becoming brighter and was an intense shade of blue. It was then a spinning tetrahedron (pyramid shaped) entered in through the window. It passed right through the window. It was spinning very fast and was about the size of a Rubik’s cube, that I am sure we all have played with at one time. I know it was blue and was also emitting a blue light but I remember I could not see the light emanating from the pyramid but it seemed to be the source, sort of like looking at the light from a flashlight but the light is coming from outside the flashlight it was really strange. I started to feel afraid, especially for the children, when in my head I heard “Do not be afraid, we will not harm you or your house.” I was no longer afraid but I could not move, I don’t know if from shock or if something was stopping me but I did not move.

The pyramid then went slowly past the doorway and into the bedroom, where the boys were and I could not see it but I could see the blue light. Then after what seemed to be only a few seconds it came back into the doorway and into my field of view and went out the window again. I could see the light fading from the window it was moving awayand up. I seemed to gather my senses back and leapt up from the floor and bolted into the bedroom. I made sure they were all breathing and sleeping. Everything was fine so I ran back to the window hoping to get a glimpse of this thing again but it was gone. I then went back to my bed on the floor and laid down and fell asleep so fast I am sure I broke some kind of record. I did not even dream any more that night. I guess I just soaked the experience into my brain. I do remember, vividly, that now, as I looked at the pyramid as it was spinning and bobbing it looked exactly like a "Star of David", if you can believe that.

The next story happened about a week later after the floating pyramid, Star of David, incident. The family had just fallen asleep and I had made a bed on the floor in the living room to watch TV again and fell asleep. I again woke up late at night to see that the outside light was on. I was wide awake again and noted this as it is weird for me to be so fully awake when I first get up, I am usually groggy, but again I was wide awake.

I looked at the front door which was about 5 feet away and could see the outside light on and then for whatever reason I looked at the light switch, it switched off right as I looked at it, the damn thing just moved to the off position. I had to double take and make sure I had just seen what I thought I had seen when I heard a voice. The voice was beautiful and sounded like a whale song but not that sing songy (if that’s a phrase). I remember I did not understand what was said but I do remember answering the “voice”. I said “OK, I am sleepy”. I then fell face first into the pillow and was sleeping, again so fast I must have broken some kind of record. I remembered everything though.

This last part of the story (so far, barring anything new happening) was just as strange as the first two just not so dramatic. This occurred about 1 week after the “voice” incident. I had been doing some research on the internet and just happened to think about the Riddle of the Sphinx. I went looking for some data and papers on the net to inform myself about it. I say this only because it is relevant to what happened later. It was about 3 days later I was taking a smoke break at work. It was the last break of the day and I was tired and looking forward to going home. I then “heard” a voice in my head but it was more like it was instructions and was not physical, I guess I just do not do it justice. Long story short this information floods into my head and It said to me “The Riddle of the Sphinx is the Mystery of Iniquity”. Where that came from I do not know but what happened next was I was told what the Mystery of Iniquity was and that someday I would stand before or with someone and they would ask me that question and I was to give them the answer I was told, nothing more, nothing less. Then I was told to tell no one else the answer.

Now far be it from me to ignore bodiless voices and flying, rotating blue pyramids so I have not told anyone what was told to me. Now I am not special and nor do I want attention, but this has been really strange. I used to be xtian and believe that J_sus was the messiah. I no longer hold that to be true. I do believe that the Jewish people are correct. Moshiach is yet to come, the Temple rebuilt and J_sus was a deception, a darn good one too.

A few weeks after the flying, spinning pyramid incident. Something caught my eye in the window where it came in. I noticed that the window was....deformed, for lack of a better term at the moment. The first 3 photos show the window and you can barely make out the pyramid shaped indentations where it left its mark. The last 3 photos are from an idea I had of giving it a background, roughly the same color, using a shirt of mine, LOL. The effect was rather weird, take a look.

Below are images after putting a blue shirt behind the window for a background:

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Bizarre Encounter: Leather Gloves and Sunglasses

The following narrative was forwarded to me several years ago in reference to another person's bizarre encounter. The experiencer did not want me to have access to their email address and requested that any information be relayed by their associate. I was given permission to publish their account:

Hello - I was referred to you by a friend who is a subscriber to your newsletter. I recently had an experience that I cannot explain. I was hoping you or someone you know could help with an explanation.

I work for a limousine service in New York City and on 24-hour call. A few nights ago, I received a text message from the dispatcher around 9:30 pm and was instructed to pickup a client who would be arriving at the Westchester County Airport at midnight. Though I'm on 24-hour call, I rarely receive late night calls especially for a pickup outside of the city. I decided to leave as soon as possible since I wasn't really familiar with the Westchester area. I arrived at the gate to the airport and was instructed to park in a waiting section not far off the tarmac. I could see the entire runway from my position.

At 11:45 pm I received another text message from the dispatcher that repeated the client's name and where I would be taking her. I was instructed that I may be in service for 'an extended period' since the client had several errands to make in the city and that I would need to return her to the airport when she was finished. This was very strange since I usually take a client from Point A to Point B, though I will occasionally run across an odd request.

A little after midnight, there was a knock at on the passenger window. I looked over and noticed a young woman with sunglasses. I stepped out of limo and asked if I could help her. It was the client. I was totally confused because no private jet landed and I never saw her walk up to the limo. Anyway, I opened the back door for her. I returned to the driver's seat as she handed me a list of locations she want to stop at. I noticed that all were residential addresses, a total of five locations.

As we started our way back into the city I noticed that she never removed her sunglasses but seemed to be reading a document in the dark. As well, she never spoke and only nodded or motioned her gloved hands. We stopped at the first location which in the Upper East Side. She simply got out of the limo on her on and walked directly into the townhouse. A few minutes later, she returned to the limo and quickly got into the limo by herself. It was the same routine at the other locations - two in the West Village, another in Soho and last residence was in the Lower East Side where she remained for close to 2 1/2 hours. After we were finished, I asked if she wanted to return to the airport and she nodded in the affirmative. I noticed that she act very tired and was more pale than before.

We finally reached the airport around 6:15 am as it was just starting to turn daylight. As I pulled up to the gate, she suddenly opened the door and got out. She walked around to my side and motioned for me to open the window. As I was doing this she reached into her small briefcase and removed five one-hundred dollar bills and handed it to me. I looked up at her as she smiled and spoke in a very weak high pitched voice saying "go home now - remember me." Then she turned around and walked quickly toward the hangers. I was simply dumbfounded. What did she mean?

I started to back the limo out of the access road when suddenly I felt a warm rush of air and a bright flash. The next thing I remember is waking up in bed in my uniform. I rushed out of bed and looked out the window to see of the limo was parked in my driveway. The limo was there as usual, so I went outside and looked inside. On the front passenger's seat lay the five one-hundred dollar bills. When I looked into the backseat, there were a pair of long leather gloves and the sunglasses worn by the client.

Can you possibly explain what happened to me? I have suffered no ill-effects from this incident but feel that something else will happen. What did she mean by "remember me"? Any information you can provide would be most appreciated. SM

UPDATE: I later received a few answers to questions I forwarded in regards to the incident. SM states that he awoke at 7:30 am in his bed in Queens, NY...only 1 hour 15 minutes after his last waking moment at the Westchester County Airport. In fact, his wife was still in bed and did not noticed when he returned home which he said was very unusual since she is a very light sleeper. He also has no recollection of anything during this lost time. SM also states that there was an 'ozone' odor on his clothes...Lon

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Sunday, March 1, 2015

The Gallup Skinwalker

I received the following encounter report several months ago:

Hello Lon,

I have read several of your articles about strange things here in New Mexico. I live in Gallup, NM which is surrounded by Native American culture and history. We have many nearby towns and reservations that have been here for a very long time and many of the people claim they are haunted.

My experience takes place right in Gallup on the east side of the city near a very small reservation. My best friend visited her sister every weekend. She lived in the low rental apartments on the east side. Right across from these apartments is an elementary school, the one I actually attended when I was a little girl.

During those weekends I would spend the night with my friend at her sister's apartment. When there was absolutely nothing to do and the kids and parents were asleep, we'd go outside to the park located in the middle of the apartments and hang out. One night we became so bored we actually took off walking. I'd say it was about 2 AM. We were used to being up late and were wide awake. We walked behind apartments where there is no light, tons of bushes and prairie dog holes in the ground.

As we were walking, I sensed that someone was staring at us or following us (I am very sensitive, so when I sense someone is looking at me or following me, I'm usually right). I turned around to look and nothing was there. As I turned to look forward, my friend suddenly grabbed my arm and said in a scared whisper, "oh my god what was that?" I looked into the darkness and saw nothing. The wind was blowing lightly and there were a few trees ahead of us, so I passed it off as the wind moving the leaves. I told her "it's just the wind, chill out" and kept walking. But as I looked again, I saw what looked like a black figure moving through the trees. I stopped and said "I think it might be a drunk crashing out back there for the night."

Just so I wouldn't scare my friend I kept a calm voice, which was awful hard for me to do because I was sensing that this thing in the trees wasn't good, I said "do you want to go back home?" And she said "no we're almost to the store, let's just keep going." So as we kept walking we heard movement in the trees. We started walking faster. I heard something behind us and I looked, and it was like a wounded or hurt dog. I wasn't really scared because where I live there's a lot of that. But what I heard next stopped me dead in my tracks and paralyzed me. I heard this "dog" moan and growl at the same time as if it was ready to attack. I literally couldn't move and my friend was trying to distract me saying "Come on! Come on! We gotta run!" Her screams sounded distant as if I had gone deaf or if she was far away. I had made eye contact with this thing and I knew that that was a bad move.

I closed my eyes and said a short prayer and, without even thinking, I turned around and ran for my life with my friend close by my side. I tried not to look behind us but something was telling me to look. I glanced behind us and a man was running after us! He wasn't just running, he was running on all fours! I screamed and my friend joined in, only because I scared her when I yelled. We finally got to the road where there was light and cars passing. We must have run for about 5 minutes straight and were completely out of breath. I remember our sides were aching and cramping as we stopped to catch our breath. I turned to look behind us and saw the man in the distant darkness running back to where we had come from.

We walked a few more minutes until we finally reached to the store. The lady behind the counter gave us a weird look and asked us "are you girls okay?" We replied out of breath "yes, just a late night run." I could tell she didn't believe us, so she asked "did you girls run from the apartments?" I answered "yeah...why?" and she said "Oooh! Are you girls sure your okay?" We looked at each other and my friend told her "well not really, we just had a horrible encounter with something, we don't know what it is or who it was." The lady said "you girls just ran from a skinwalker. Whoever it was always chases someone he catches walking the road at night. You girls are lucky you made it this far!" As if we weren't shaken up already, what she had just told us struck a nerve. I have heard similar tales from my grandmother.

We didn't have any money but she offered us a bottle of water and a ride back home. She closed down the store and we got into her pickup. As we passed the bushes and trees where we had previously come from, we both saw something running. The lady told us to ignore it and close our eyes.

We finally entered the apartment complex and she asked us "which is yours?" I pointed in the direction of our apartment. As we were getting out of the pickup she told us "you girls stay home at night now. There's no need for you two young girls to be running around at 2 in the morning. Keep yourselves safe, you hear?" We nodded and said goodbye and thank you.

After that night we never left the apartment complex after it turned dark. To this day I am still shook up about what I had experienced that night and I still don't really know what it was that chased us that night. MH


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