I was standing with my older brother, both of us smoking cigarettes, outside on my parents' porch. My family and I grew up in a very superstitious part of the American Southwest. I guess you could say in a part of America where all there is a very strong fear of skinwalkers. I know, another skinwalker story, but what I witnessed alongside my brother felt chillingly real.
A few years before this incident, my older brother and I encountered something in our parents' backyard so we've always been a bit on edge at night around our neighborhood (still am to this day). That and we grew up in a culture that discourages people from wandering around at night without some sort of cultural blessing.
But, we were a few years older, smoking our cigarettes; catching up because my brother was attending college in the city, and I was finishing up my junior year in high school. I was rambling on about something when I saw my brother's startled look out at our neighbor's yard.
I looked over at what he was staring at and found myself looking at a shadow figure standing outside our neighbor's house. And it's hard to describe this shadow as it's figure was basically blacker than the night outside the dim glow of the street lights, having an almost shadow radiance if that makes any sense. It was standing on the side of our neighbor's house, and while I couldn't see it's face I knew it was staring at our neighbor's draped windows.
My brother and I looked at each other with disbelief. We'd both hear the stories about skinwalkers roaming around at night. I mean, we both witnessed that sort of thing years ago, but it was only a glimpse followed by hearing the most otherworldly, horrifying howl that sounded both human and animal. But, this was different, it was like seeing something we were never meant to see. Something even more sinister.
We said nothing to each other; turning our gaze back towards the figure which was still staring at the neighbor's window. After what seemed like a long moment, the figure started to slowly turn and walk to our neighbor's backyard. But the way it moved was a surreal sight. It looked to be moving both slow and fast at the same time. Like jogging in place except it was gliding along. Then it moved towards a group of neighborhood dogs. And I knew these were neighborhood dogs because I recognized almost every one of them under the dim tangerine backyard light, but they weren't scared by the shadow figure. In fact, they looked to be welcoming it. The dogs formed a crowd around the figure which stopped and, I swear to this day, morphed down onto all fours, sprang a black tail, and disappeared into the night with the group of neighborhood dogs following.
I looked to my brother and asked, "What did you put into these cigarettes?" We both nervously chuckled but we knew what we saw and hurried back inside, making sure we took our cigarette butts with us.
Inside, our dad and youngest brother were asleep but our mom was still up. We told our mom what happened and she instructed us to go outside to get some wood to burn. She smeared ash on our foreheads and we ventured outside to gather some firewood.
While walking towards the woodpile we noticed that our street light, which was on when we were heading back inside after stamping out our cigarettes, was out... the only street light out in the entire neighborhood. We saw it as a sign of something being around and hurried to gather the woods. Right when we were about to head inside, we could smell it; the strong, putrid scent of a dead animal. We knew right there and then that we were in the middle of all those stories we'd hear about skinwalkers. We didn't stop to take a look around, instead we made haste back into our house and built a fire.
We told our mom what we smelled outside, and she marched outside with a fresh tin of ash to confront whatever was out there. She yelled in English and her native language to "leave us the fuck alone, we never did anything to you!", and commanded for it to leave by the traditional ways and the way of Jesus Christ. She sprinkled ash outside our front and back porch, and anchored a bow and arrow above the door leading out towards the back porch.
We slept that night without anymore incidents.
Months later, when I moved to the city to live with my older brother and work for the summer, I get a call from our mom. She told me that the neighbor, who lived in the house that the shadow figure was outside of, died of cancer.
Whatever we seen that night still chills me to this day.
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[link] [comments]I was standing with my older brother, both of us smoking cigarettes, outside on my parents' porch. My family and I grew up in a very superstitious part of the American Southwest. I guess you could say in a part of America where all there is a very strong fear of skinwalkers. I know, another skinwalker story, but what I witnessed alongside my brother felt chillingly real. A few years before this incident, my older brother and I encountered something in our parents' backyard so we've always been a bit on edge at night around our neighborhood (still am to this day). That and we grew up in a culture that discourages people from wandering around at night without some sort of cultural blessing. But, we were a few years older, smoking our cigarettes; catching up because my brother was attending college in the city, and I was finishing up my junior year in high school. I was rambling on about something when I saw my brother's startled look out at our neighbor's yard. I looked over at what he was staring at and found myself looking at a shadow figure standing outside our neighbor's house. And it's hard to describe this shadow as it's figure was basically blacker than the night outside the dim glow of the street lights, having an almost shadow radiance if that makes any sense. It was standing on the side of our neighbor's house, and while I couldn't see it's face I knew it was staring at our neighbor's draped windows. My brother and I looked at each other with disbelief. We'd both hear the stories about skinwalkers roaming around at night. I mean, we both witnessed that sort of thing years ago, but it was only a glimpse followed by hearing the most otherworldly, horrifying howl that sounded both human and animal. But, this was different, it was like seeing something we were never meant to see. Something even more sinister. We said nothing to each other; turning our gaze back towards the figure which was still staring at the neighbor's window. After what seemed like a long moment, the figure started to slowly turn and walk to our neighbor's backyard. But the way it moved was a surreal sight. It looked to be moving both slow and fast at the same time. Like jogging in place except it was gliding along. Then it moved towards a group of neighborhood dogs. And I knew these were neighborhood dogs because I recognized almost every one of them under the dim tangerine backyard light, but they weren't scared by the shadow figure. In fact, they looked to be welcoming it. The dogs formed a crowd around the figure which stopped and, I swear to this day, morphed down onto all fours, sprang a black tail, and disappeared into the night with the group of neighborhood dogs following. I looked to my brother and asked, "What did you put into these cigarettes?" We both nervously chuckled but we knew what we saw and hurried back inside, making sure we took our cigarette butts with us. Inside, our dad and youngest brother were asleep but our mom was still up. We told our mom what happened and she instructed us to go outside to get some wood to burn. She smeared ash on our foreheads and we ventured outside to gather some firewood. While walking towards the woodpile we noticed that our street light, which was on when we were heading back inside after stamping out our cigarettes, was out... the only street light out in the entire neighborhood. We saw it as a sign of something being around and hurried to gather the woods. Right when we were about to head inside, we could smell it; the strong, putrid scent of a dead animal. We knew right there and then that we were in the middle of all those stories we'd hear about skinwalkers. We didn't stop to take a look around, instead we made haste back into our house and built a fire. We told our mom what we smelled outside, and she marched outside with a fresh tin of ash to confront whatever was out there. She yelled in English and her native language to "leave us the fuck alone, we never did anything to you!", and commanded for it to leave by the traditional ways and the way of Jesus Christ. She sprinkled ash outside our front and back porch, and anchored a bow and arrow above the door leading out towards the back porch. We slept that night without anymore incidents. Months later, when I moved to the city to live with my older brother and work for the summer, I get a call from our mom. She told me that the neighbor, who lived in the house that the shadow figure was outside of, died of cancer. Whatever we seen that night still chills me to this day. submitted by /u/Disconaut90 [link] [comments]
