I have many stories-too many to count, really! This story happened when I was around 6 years old, and was my first encounter with the paranormal, in 1994.
My father would take me to visit my uncle in Ft. Kipp on the Ft. Peck Indian Reservation, at their father's house-a "nothing" town, which he lived outside of as a child. The place just gives off feelings of hopelessness and sorrow. Even just driving past it, I felt this when I was a child.
The area of his homestead had no houses around it for miles, just trees and hills. They would drink coffee and talk for hours. On this occasion I was playing in front of my uncle's deck and ramp (he was in a wheelchair).
I remember just digging in the dirt, being a kid, finding a silver dollar in the ground when I had this sudden feeling I was being watched.
I ignored it for a few moments then I looked south.
Not too far off, I'd say 40-50 yards away, was a tree, the closest tree to the house. I could see the left side of this tree was completely vertical, right as rain but the right side wasn't, I could see a figure peeking from around the tree.
The thing is, it was the same color as the bark of the dead tree, it looked one with it never moving once. Its fingers were wrapped around the trunk, long and pointed head, egg-shaped.eyes, huge and hollow. Its mouth had a smile unlike anything I've yet to see.
It was staring at me. Imagine the scariest part of the scariest movie you've ever seen.
I couldn't move. Complete paralysis. It must have been a whole minute.
Whatever it was, it KNEW I was aware of it.
My thought was, "I wonder how fast it is..."
Then, something snapped. I ran as fast as my legs would take me up the stairs, inside.
My father and his brother were at the kitchen table. I told my dad, panicked, to hurry quick, come outside there's something watching me.
I grabbed his hand and led him to the spot I was at and said, "Look!" but when I pointed at the tree, I could see that, it was a normal tree now, both sides vertical.
I couldn't speak. I felt very silly for a moment, but I KNEW what I saw was real.
All my dad said was "Don't worry about it, don't think about it, it's okay" and led me inside.
My father and I are Native American, and I guess we're blessed with gifts we didn't want. As I grew older, he told me more and more about what HE was able to see. He told me such outlandish things in such an honest way that I knew he couldn't be lying. Things he saw on the same land I saw the "goblin". The land he grew up on.
If you guys like this story I'll post another experience. If not I'll leave it at that.
Also, if anyone wants to take a guess on whatever it was I saw, be my guest.
I don't feel the need to proclaim "THIS IS TRUE THIS IS TRUE."
I wouldn't be here if it wasn't and I'm glad this site exists.