Well I don't know what my experiences would be defined as. I am a Native American and am from a reservation. We have alot of strange
things that go on. Here are a few of my family's experiences. There are people in our culture that practice magic and black magic or
witchcraft. Most use it for healing purposes while others use it for witchcraft. The people who practice the witchcraft are said to
able to change their form from coyotes to bears. We call them skinwalkers.
One night my when my mother was young she was walking home. She saw someone in front of her house, thinking that it was her father she
kept walking. When she got closer she saw that it not her father. She describes what she saw as an animal that stood up like a man.
It had long ears and a sort of face that resembled a dog. It was sprinkling ashes around the house and saying some sort of chant.
When it saw her it stopped what it was doing and watched to see what she was going to do. She slowed her pace but still kept walking.
All of a sudden the front door opened. Startled the skinwalker began to run. It was then that she noticed that its feet we're not
touching the ground. It was running at least a foot of the ground! That wasn't the last time she had seen it. But she is not scared
and it seems to sense it so it leaves her alone.
One night my cousin, my two brothers, and I were outside talking and joking around. My parents were in the house. This particular night
was cool and had a lot of moonlight. So we left the porchlight off. Our house was out of the way. The nearest road was about a mile
away. We were talking and for some reason my cousin froze and turned pale. She was looking toward the little guest house that was
besdide our home. We turned to see what she was looking at. There we saw what looked like a dog that had a body the shape of a
human being. It was watching us from the side of the guest house!
Screaming, we all ran inside. My parents had no idea why we were all so scared. We ran and locked all the doors and told them what
we saw. Just as we finished talking the door handles started to turn. My father got his shot gun and went out to investigate but
didn't find anything.
