I am also a newcomer to this site and enjoy reading all the stories and experiences that everybody has had. I would like to share a few experiences of my own. As half Navajo and Hopi I've had my share of "experiences" on and off the Navajo and Hopi "rez". I hope that I won't get any ridicule from any other Native Americans for posting these experiences.
One experience that I would like to share happened when I was 14 years old (I'm now 29). This is an experience that I have only shared with a small number of people and am now writing down for the very first time. My brother who is a hardened soldier is still scared about what happened to us this particular evening.
On with the story...
As a teenager, I would visit my grandma at her home on the Navajo rez for several weeks every summer. I loved to spend time with her, eat her delicious fried bread, and hear her tell us stories. Every so often my grandma would hire a worker (the harmless town drunk) to do odd jobs around her house and property. One evening right before the sun went down, I was asked by my grandma to take him home, which was about four miles out of the valley where she lived. I was more than happy to, seeing that I was only 14 years old and was asked to drive a truck! Mind you that on the rez, nobody cares that you're only 14 years old and driving around. Hell, there's hardly anybody around to see you anyway! So my 9 year old brother jumped in the truck cab with me while this "worker" and my dog shared the tailgate of the truck and we were off. After I dropped the worker off at the shack that he and his brothers called a house, we headed back down the road to grandmas. As I mentioned before, it was evening and the sky was a deep red as the sun began to set behind us. We were leaving a nice dust trail from the dirt road and the radio was playing music from the only radio station that could be picked up from the nearest town of Holbrook, Arizona.
There was nothing unusual, nothing weird. It was at this time that my eye caught movement of something in the bushes a little up the road to the right of us. I remember slowing down thinking that it was one of the many free roaming sheep in the area that would dart out in front of the truck. As I passed where I thought I saw it, I sped up thinking nothing else of it. Then out of nowhere I just felt this dark feeling of fear and dread. I had no idea why I was feeling this way but I definitely felt that something was wrong.
As I play this memory back in my mind, there are only a few clear memories that I have of that evening. I clearly remember looking in my rearview mirror and seeing the dark silhouette of something very tall and very skinny that seemed to be covered with some kind of hair or fur running behind the truck after us! Whatever it was, it wasn't a normal human or human at all. I remember hearing my brother crying and my dog barking ferociously at whatever was chasing us. I remember speeding very fast and shaking violently as the truck bounced on the washboard dirt road. I distinctly remember that this thing was only getting closer as my brother cried "it's coming up on your side!" I remember being as scared as hell and thinking that I didn't want to die. At the moment that I thought would be our last. I remember speeding around a bend in the road and seeing a car coming towards us in the opposite direction. At that moment I felt instant relief and felt that whatever was following us was gone.
Shaken up but alive, we made it to grandma's house wondering what the hell had just happened. We ran inside not looking back, hoping that whatever was chasing us had not followed us home. As we told my grandma about our experience she didn't seem too surprised, which surprised us. She continued by repeating stories that we had already heard at one point or another about black magic, witches, and something that the Navajos call Yee Nadlooshii or Skinwalkers. Needless to say, I didn't even want to look out any of the windows at all the rest of that night. As a matter of fact, I never drove on the reservation at night until I was 21 years old.
Without going too deep into explanation, I'll just say that these Skin-walkers are evil men and spirits that use black magic for evil doing. I tell you that as farfetched as it may sound, they are real! I believe that if God and his greatness are real, the devil is equally as real and also has his ways of showing himself.
This may not sound very scary to some readers and that may be due to my lack of writing skills. But what happened that evening really did happen and scared the living crap out of me. I invite anybody to visit this part of Arizona if you have any doubt or want huge scare. I promise you that you won't be disappointed.
I hope that you enjoyed my story and I look forward to sharing other experiences soon.
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First off, I am not trying to assert I am First Nation other than a very small percentage of Ute; however my wife is appx. 1/4 Shawnee and a smaller part Cherokee, otherwise I am almost exclusively of Scottish and Irish decent. I do consider myself very 'sensitive' and have had more experiences, with things most people call paranormal, then I will ever hope to recall at this point. I also have had a lifelong passion of studying belief systems of First Nation/Native American cultures.
My wife, then fiancé, were driving home to California from visiting her people in Kentucky and we decided to spend a few days in the Santa Fe, NM area. During our time, one day we went to visit Bandelier and arrived there around 1400 hours on a day in July. Immediately upon arriving, I could tell this was a special day. Everything was in a dream-like state where my senses were greatly heightened and I could feel the energy of everything around me and the park was virtually deserted, which was odd for this time of year. As soon as we started down the path to the ruins, at the first fork in the path, we were confronted by a very large, black wolf. I know wolves are very uncommon in this part of the country, but we saw what we saw. Also, the black wolf is one of my 3 spirit guides, so while a little surprised to see him within 15 meters in front of me and my wife (easier to say after being married so long now), I had no fear and locked eyes with him and he told me to take the path to the left. He stood there for a moment longer and then led us down the left path and then disappeared into the bush. The rest of the visit was uneventful from the point telling of my experience, but my heightened awareness did continue.
So now, it is beginning to get late and almost time for dusk, so my wife and I go back to our truck to go back to Santa Fe. For some reason, it seems like it took hours to get even to White Rock and by the time we pass through White Rock, it is pitch black out with no moon. As we were heading NE towards Santa Clara Pueblo, a smallish man with red eyes was in the road. He too had furs on and he turned and started running in the direction we were traveling in front of the truck. Within a matter of seconds, he dropped to all fours and was still running in front of us. We were traveling at about 45 mph and I think I probably had slowed somewhat, but he kept pace about 20 meters in front of the truck regardless of my speed. After he dropped to all fours, he eventually turned in to a wolf and dodged off the road to the left into the bush.
I have never fully processed this experience, although my wife and I have spoken of it a couple of times, but we were never really scared, it was just something amazing that we experienced together, just as we were starting our lives' together. So my most prevalent thought is this was the spirit world showing their approval for union. I also think the spirit world was trying to test me to see if I would place my trust in the relationship between the spirit world and the physical world and to remind me the spirit world is always there to guide us through life.
Tracker, thank you for posting your experience. I hope at this point in time, several years after your experience, you have been able to draw some wisdoms from your experience, but I am afraid they are your wisdoms to pull, not for another one of us to tell you. Thank you for allowing me to post my experience, which only my wife and now my children have ever known, and I think in my telling of my experience, I now know what I need to do with the current issue at hand--the spirit world at work again...