Skinwalker Chronicles IV

This past December, I posted Skinwalker Chronicles that referenced stories of the infamous malevolent witch capable of transforming itself into a wolf, coyote, bear, bird, or any other animal. Since that time, I have received several anecdotes and inquiries about Skinwalkers. A few weeks ago, I compiled a few anecdotes and posted Skinwalker Chronicles II and Skinwalker Chronicles III. The following are several more anecdotes that were forwarded or referred to me:

My grandpa lived in Myton, Utah. He always told stories about skinwalkers and how they could take the form of any animal or anyone you knew. I asked him one day "Did you ever meet one?"

He told me "Yes - a very long time ago before you were even born - before your mother was born, when I was still so young and foolish. I went to the Skinwalker Valley. It is a valley where life never wanders to, not even the crows the very guardians of death will never go. They fear the evil that lives out there."

".....you went out there didn't you'" I asked.

He nodded, "yes...to show them nothing existed out there - nothing but they're fears. But I was wrong."

He continued to say that he had gone up to Skinwalker Valley in his old truck to prove to everyone that everything they though they knew were just stories to scare them. He remembered the grass was black as if it had been burned. The trees dead but still alive. He he had seen a house - it was old and the roof was caved in the door gone. He walked to it. There were marks on the sides of the house. Animal skeletons were everywhere around the house as if it were a sacred buriel ground. He then heard her. His grandmother she died long ago but he heard her. They were calling for him, for his life, for his skin, for his blood and for his soul. They were the lost souls they could change form, from man to beast. They chased him, they had scared him but they never forgot him. Whenever I visited him he would have something of his that was brand new broken the next day - crushed or killed. He finally stopped keeping his dogs outside.

"Its just another story" I finally told him after awhile. My curiosity was no longer there. I was just bored by this time.

"Its true" he said, but he wasn't angry.

"Prove it" I snapped at him. He turned around and pulled his shirt up. All I could do was gasp - his back was torn here and there. Not one part of it unmarked. The width of the claw marks looked too straight and too far apart to be human.

I was scared. I started to cry. I remember my mother running to see what was the matter. She screamed and yelled at grandpa as she held me but he didn't do anything but stare at the field across the road from his house. She finally gave up and carried me in but as I looked over my ma's shoulder. I saw a black dog with white eyes, it was watching him and he was watching it as if waiting for it to come to him. It never did.

I never saw that dog again. My grandpa died 2 months later. They said his heart gave out but I knew that was a lie. His arm had fresh marks and his dog died from loneliness - it was still a pup.

Never look into a skinwalker's eyes, for it will never forget you - sooner or later it'll have your soul.

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My grandpa would tell me this story when I was little. He said that he was in the field on his horse one day, when he saw a badger walk by. Then he got his rope, got off his horse and put it around the neck of the badger. He said it was so strong that it was dragging him so he let go. He watched it go behind some bushes and then saw the rope sort of poking out from the bushes. But the rope wasn't moving, so he thought it might of gotten loose and left. When he went to get his rope he saw an old man with no clothes hunched behind the bush. They looked at each other for a few seconds and my grandpa got scared. So he got back on his horse as fast as he could. When he looked back he saw the old man climbing over the hill.

Then one time it happened to me. I was in school at the time and I used to live in the mountains so the bus would drop me off and I would have to walk for half a mile to get to my house. I was walking down the hill and I heard something walking on leaves, so I looked down the hill and I saw a guy with no clothes crawling - but he was like an animal too. He had white feathers in his hair. When I saw his face he looked like a wolf mixed with a human. It eventually took off in the other direction.

That night I was laying down and it was so quiet and I heard drums playing outside my window. Then I got up, looked outside and I saw a pack of wolves in the field running around. I don't know what to make of it - really weird, but I'll never forget it.

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There are some people with bad intentions because they are motivated by jealousy. That's why I say to be humble. They're actions have effected a few people I personally know. It's hard to believe that what has happen to them is their fault.

Our relatives and family have always been close and loving. We have had good fortune. What a lot of people should have and what we wish everyone should have... Loving relatives with nice big trucks, nice homes, lots of sheep and horses. THEN BAM, out of nowhere we've kind of lost our family.

We are starting to experience mischievous behavior out of nowhere (drugs, alcohol, sickness, death). As a result our family has been torn apart. Our minds have been poisoned. I know, for sure, that we have been good. But as we continue to go through these situations, that we believe someone wished upon us, we will not wish the same to anyone else (I'm alluding to witchcraft). Whatever you do to someone, it will happen ten times worse to yourself.

But then sometimes I'm not sure. Is this some crap that's been fed to us? I don't mean to offend anyone, but by medicine men? Because you never know with people, whether they are telling the truth or not. They could've just told us this because they have to tell us something....

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Some ask if there are a few things you can do to protect yourself from a skinwalker. If it gets inside your house, there are two things that happened prior. You have invited it in, they are not allowed to enter your house without your permission. You may have met them before, while not in the skinwalker form. Cedar ash around the house, a prayer and a visit to the medicine man will need to take place to find out its intentions. Dogs are a good thing to keep around and if something is near they bark or cry. Nothing will protect from the frozen fear they cause and how hard seeing something like that shakes your brain, even if you're a hardened combat veteran. This is something that I have heard in all cases with these encounters - I'm speaking of face to face encounters. These encounters usually happen either because of jealousy from another family/person and even hate. Usually of negative intentions. If you kill a skinwalker you kill the person. Something you should also know, long ago skinwalkers were of good intentions but were used more as a defense. They weren't bad to start with. I have been told this by some medicine men as a young child. Watch for family members and how they act. Say you move and no one knows where you live and someone you know knocks on your door - might be a sign that they're something else. All I know is that to become one, its like selling your soul to the devil. Ha'go'ne

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One night I woke up feeling thirsty and laid in bed looking up at the ceiling thinking if I should get up to get a drink. All I could hear is silence and the clock ticking. The buzzing sound in my ear, which was a sign it was just too quiet. I reached for my cell phone to check the time. I flipped it open and it was 3:26 a.m. Without making a sound I quietly sat up and walked to exit the bedroom. As I got to the doorway I looked straight ahead at the front door entrance, with plenty of light from the fish aquarium, I saw a man standing there with his face interchanging from an animal and a human. I didn't know what to think, I wasn't scared of it but I froze, couldn’t move at all, and couldn’t speak. As I was struggling for some kind of movement we stared at each other face to face. My eyes wandered looking at his every feature. The white and black paint on his face. Black paint ran in a thick stripe across his eyes. The feather tied to the top of his head. How he looked young, like he is in his early 20's. You can see his muscles, his chest painted in white and he had a pair of black sports shorts. His wrist both had furry buck skin with something on them as were his ankles too. As I stood frozen, still looked at him with such wonder and struggle to say something or to move but still I couldn’t. Yes I was startled at first, but all that grew more into curiosity of this soul who was also startled by my appearance. He seemed to try to erase my seeing him from my mind, I could sense that from his piercing eyes. But as I just prayed to God as I do in my everyday life. As I stood there I prayed in my mind to God to shield me of this being I have crossed paths with. I don't know why he was in my home or if he was just taking a short cut to get somewhere. But as he was still staring at me I begun to regain my physical strength and slowly begun to have control of my body and was able to move. I begun pushing numbers on my phone as he stood still looking at me. Then he smiled at me right then I knew he was only as human as I was. He vanished threw the door which was still locked. Then I heard a loud sound, as if there was a horse running. I regained all power of my movements and ran to the window to look where he went. He had someone waiting for him across the street. He jumped in and the vehicle drove off. I again said a prayer. Then I called a close friend and the police. I told them that someone was in my house but not comfortable about describing his appearance. The police told me that I shouldn't be ashamed to say it was a skinwalker, because they to themselves on the job encounter strange things as that.

Bloodless Carnage: Livestock Attacks Continue in the Four Corners

WARNING - GRAPHIC MATERIAL!

JC Johnson of Crypto Four Corners has posted a new video that references a recent raid and killing of 7 sheep, including a large ram, on a farm in the Navajo lands in New Mexico. The culprit is unknown though evidence suggests a bi-pedal or upright creature. The most astonishing aspect of this particular raid is that there was very little blood found at the scene. Many of the sheep had puncture wounds but scant blood traces were left after the carnage. It didn't seem like there was any feeding on the carcasses...though the 300-400 lb. ram was dragged a fair distance.

There have been earlier reports of hominid attacks on livestock - Bigfoot Raids Farm as well as other raids / maulings by unknown entities - Sheep Mutilation Mystery - Dine' Navajo Reservation, Near Hogback, NM.

Mai-cob

There have been reports of canine-like hominids in the area...not unlike those described as shape shifters. In fact, there has been trace evidence collected at earlier events which is currently being tested for DNA.

Could this be an attack of a lycanthrope or possibly a skinwalker / Mai-cob? The activity suggests that, whatever it is roaming and hunting in the area, it will continue to do so...at least in the near future. Stay tuned for updates...


Click for video - Bloodless Carnage at Sheep Pen

This is the location where the sheep with the neck puncture wound was found...no blood splatter or pooling

Above - Example of the many fresh scratches found around the pen

Above - A series of fresh tracks were also found including a few hoof-like prints

Some examples of the carnage inflicted

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Coincidentally, I received a correspondence on Friday from an individual with the moniker 'Coy Criptid'. He is a resident of the Dine 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. Its 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 have the ability to grasp your, or any other creatures 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 "walk about" or from the great shame) have spent many lifetimes in human form and almost all of them love people deeply. Every creature on this world fears us because you are all from survivors that 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, 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 radionuclide and every thing 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. Well, I am rambling on a bit too much, and I have to go to sleep because I have to go to work in the morning, I thought you should know some more about what we are.

With best regards,
Coy Criptid

NOTE: well...what do you make of that? Is it simply legend or are these beings really among us? Lon

Skinwalker Chronicles III

This past December, I posted Skinwalker Chronicles that referenced stories of the infamous malevolent witch capable of transforming itself into a wolf, coyote, bear, bird, or any other animal. Since that time, I have received several anecdotes and inquiries about Skinwalkers. A few weeks ago, I compiled a few anecdotes and posted Skinwalker Chronicles II. The following are several more responses that were forwarded and referred to me:

"...my grandpa was asked by "the old woman" to go with her to Snake Butte. She had a gunny sack full of dog pups with her. They're walking along a while until they get to the butte. There's a rock there that when you go around it you come to the butte. She tells him to wait there for her no matter how long she takes and not to go look at what she's doing. He sits for over an hour and starts to get bored so he goes around the corner. As he does he sees 2 huge snakes eating those poor pups with the woman standing there laughing with an evil tone when suddenly she herself turns into a snake and starts eating the pups! He was so freaked out he hauled ass out of there and headed straight to his house 5 miles away. Later on he sees "the old woman' and she gets mad at him for watching her and not waiting for her at the rock. Since that time, everyone in our family stayed clear of her until the day she left. That's another story"

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"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 are 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 takes 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."

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"...my first encounter was when I was about 13 years old. My family always has a peyote meeting on New Years Eve and into New Years Day. On this particular New Years Eve my family was blessing the new year, all my cousins and I were sleeping in my Mom's hogan while most of our parents and guests were in the tepee praying. They said that a man saw something outside the tepee and he told the fire chief, and he told my uncle. My uncle woke up my older brothers and they got out the guns and our spotlight to look for whatever was creeping around our houses.

We live in a small valley in the highest part of our part of the reservation, near Pinon. All of a sudden I heard a loud gunshot, my brother's 30-30. It scared the hell out of me since I was fast asleep, but my sister was the only one in the house with us and she already had burned some cedar and had said a protection prayer for us. My brothers and one of my cousins were outide shooting at some sort of creature that was running around in an arroyo about half a mile from our house. My niece and I had gotten out of our beds and were watching from the window. They were sure that they had shot it a few times but it would just get and run off again.

When my mother and father smeared white ash on the bullets they started shooting again the creature left our valley. It is a very taboo to do any sort of hunting or shooting during blessing ceremonies but something had to done that time. That is as close as I have ever come to a skinwalker, as far as I know."

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"...the only reason I know about skinwalkers is because of my boyfriend and my Mom told me abut them...no lie, it's is scary and you shouldnt mess around with it at all. But you shouldn't say its fake case odds are you wouldnt even know. I have a lot of shapeshifters, skinwalkers, staginies or whatever you would perfer to call them living or staying by my house. They follow my boyfriend around and sometimes I see them watching me...standing outside my window. About 3 months ago there was a skinwalker outside my house watching my Mom as she came home from work...he was outside for a long time. No one has the right to say what is fiction or fact because you wouldn't even know. A skinwalker told me when my dad was going to die. It was broad daylight and I was in the car with my family. I saw a white owl and it looked right back at me. A week later my dad passed away...so don't say anything unless you know for a fact!"

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"There are too many weird encounters that went on the year my husband and I started dating. It was as though 'someone or something' did everything they could to keep us apart....for instance.

It was a summer evening and the sun had started to go down and we took a short stroll just outside my house. As soon as we started walking, I saw a shadow quickly appear and walk behind a huge cedar tree. Once I noticed this I told my boyfriend and he threw a big rock at it. As soon the rock hit the tree, a huge bird or owl flew out of the cedar tree. I have never in my life seen anything this big! The wings on this thing had to have stretched out at least 7-8 feet across. It was dusk, but still enough sun out to see in front of me and I know for a fact I saw something. I believe whatever hid behind that tree turned into a bird and flew off. It was so weird. After that, we had a very unsettling summer of this strange "shadow visitor" making it's appearance every now and then."

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"...you want me to describe the witch who is a 'skinwalker'? My father told me a story about how they initiate themselves to become one of these bad medicine men/women. They have to kill their own child or sibling; and also they have sex with their siblings. They become this weird looking animal that can run faster than a car. They do wear very old animal skins and they do not allow to expose themselves. We'd be so damn lucky to catch them red-handed but they have powers to paralyze you so that you cannot see them. If you do happen to see who the person is they eventually die in four days so that is why they are very secretive. It does have a lot to do with jealousy. They want what you have even if it is nothing to you...it's huge for them. You cannot kill them with a white man's gun powder, or anything of that nature. It all has to be traditional weapons we use to use a long time ago such as an arrowhead, traditional prayers, or a certain type of ceremony.

Most medicine man/woman would never admit who it is but they'll hint it to you which can be frustrating. My father also said that they can be the sweetest person in the world to you and you'd never know that they're witching you. They use dead people's bones to make you go crazy and you don't even realize how much you lose self-respect. They are very scary and wicked people.