This past weekend I was freaked about what had happened. I was sure glad that I was with friends too, but it was just about the weirdest thing that had happened.
On the morning of Feb. 11, 2011, I attended school. It was a half a day, and that morning one of my friends was asking if I would be attending a basket-ball game, I told her probably. After school, they kept bugging me on going, so I told them I would. When it was about 6pm I took off from home with some friends of mine. We went to the game and enjoyed it, but not for long. We ended up leaving around 8:30pm. There were 4 of us with two rides. We got bored and took off to Canyon De Chelly. As we were there, we parked the rides facing each other. We got out and just walked around the parking lot and my friends were saying they were going to walk down, I told them I wasn't, and that they better not leave me alone. I was the only girl with three boys. I soon found out they were kidding about hiking down the canyon.
Around 9pm we started playing a game, I found it fun, but not sure what the game was called. I heard one of my friends yelling and shouted, "Get back to the ride! Let's go! Hurry up!" So as I heard that I also heard my other friends running, so I ran as fast as I could to one of the rides. Two of my friends got in one ride and took off before I could ask what was going on. My other friend waited for me as I got in. As I got in, he locked the doors and took off, but as we were taking off we both heard this loud bang on the back of the car. We didn't look back. I asked him what had happened, and all he told me was that he saw a dark figure looking at him. We rushed back into town to the nearest gas station. We met up with our other friends and got out of the vehicles and started asking what happened. We went to the back of the car my friend and I were in and saw that it was dented in with a hand print.
I remembered looking at the time before we wanted to go back and see if it was someone needing help, or if it was someone. It was 9:54pm and we were driving back to the canyon, but with only one vehicle this time, and we also brought flash lights with us. As we got there we saw this jeep and a guy. The guy might have been around in his 30s or so. He was sitting on the hood of his jeep smoking. We parked and got out. My friends and I walked up close to him and one asked, "How long were you here sir?" He looked at all of us and said, "I just got here not too long ago, maybe about 10 minutes ago, I think, why?" Right after that we told him what had happened. He was surprised and said that he didn't see anyone and went back to smoking. We were also surprised and tired and just left. As we were leaving, we all looked back and saw that the guy and his jeep were gone.
That freaked me out, we told each other to just not think about it, but I can't seem to get it off my mind. Everything, that is.