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I've been reading through a great thread on another forum and thought I'd start one here. Most of the stories were the type where you're out in the woods and you suddenly get that creepy, hair raising feeling, or like you're being watched, sometimes it's a creepy person, cougar, bear, Bigfoot, chupacabra, ghost, or intimidating squirrel or you never find out what it was.
I'll start out with one my late grandfather used to tell that takes place in New Mexico in the 50's. My grandfather (Eli) didn't grow up on the reservation, or even really embrace much of the culture (Apache), but he swore up and down this happened.
Eli drove about 15 miles on an old rarely used highway to work every day, often times he would see this old man (looked like a full blood native, long gray hair, short in stature, thin, cowboy boots, jeans and a denim jacket even in the middle of summer) walking to and from the store. My grandfather would try and pick him up to give him a ride whenever he saw him and was going the same direction. He lived in a little adobe a couple of mile off the highway on a dirt road with nobody else around, had a few sheep and some chickens. When headed to town it was usually just for some groceries or some smokes. He didn't talk much but expressed his appreciation with tobacco or an old silver coin every once in a while that he insisted my grandfather take for the trouble. One day my grandfather was headed into town and dropped off the old man at the store and headed to a different store when he came back from the hardware store he saw the old man's wallet sitting in the passenger seat, so he drove back to the general store hoping he could catch him (this all happened within 30 minutes)
Eli asked the clerk if the old man was still there, the clerk said “no, he left about 2-3 minutes ago.” Eli figured he'd only be a couple hundred yards down the road of the 12-mile journey back to his house if that's where he was headed. He started the drive back and didn't see him in the first mile which was puzzling, and kept going he finally pulled into the drive of the adobe hut and walked up the front door, knocked and didn't see or hear anyone (he thought maybe he happened to be picked up by somebody else on the highway even though that would be extremely rare anybody else was driving it. He went around back and as he was circling around the side he saw an owl swoop in through the open window and land on the table. He got that hair on the back of your neck raising feeling like he shouldn’t be there, but curiosity got the best of him and he wasn’t superstitious, so he then went back to the front door to look in the front window and saw the owl sitting there it then jumped down on to the ground out of view of the window, then he heard the cowboy boots clunking on the floor (about 5 steps to the front door) and the old man answered it (meaning he had somehow beat Eli 12 miles to his house with a 3 minute head start on foot, if it had been with another driver he would have passed the other car going back out the 2 mile dirt road back to the highway).
He didn’t look surprised or concerned as one would who just had an owl fly into their house. Eli looked into the one room house looking for the Owl, but saw nothing in there besides the table, bed and a dresser. My grandfather swore up and down it the old man was a shapeshifter (skinwalker). Eli gave him a few more rides over the few more months he lived there before moving to Texas, he did get up the nerve to ask if he had any pets besides the sheep and chickens once, but the old man said no. After that incident Eli paid more attention to the drive, and said he often saw an old buck walking the parallel to the highway several times, once he even saw it turn in on the dirt road up to adobe.
I'll start out with one my late grandfather used to tell that takes place in New Mexico in the 50's. My grandfather (Eli) didn't grow up on the reservation, or even really embrace much of the culture (Apache), but he swore up and down this happened.
Eli drove about 15 miles on an old rarely used highway to work every day, often times he would see this old man (looked like a full blood native, long gray hair, short in stature, thin, cowboy boots, jeans and a denim jacket even in the middle of summer) walking to and from the store. My grandfather would try and pick him up to give him a ride whenever he saw him and was going the same direction. He lived in a little adobe a couple of mile off the highway on a dirt road with nobody else around, had a few sheep and some chickens. When headed to town it was usually just for some groceries or some smokes. He didn't talk much but expressed his appreciation with tobacco or an old silver coin every once in a while that he insisted my grandfather take for the trouble. One day my grandfather was headed into town and dropped off the old man at the store and headed to a different store when he came back from the hardware store he saw the old man's wallet sitting in the passenger seat, so he drove back to the general store hoping he could catch him (this all happened within 30 minutes)
Eli asked the clerk if the old man was still there, the clerk said “no, he left about 2-3 minutes ago.” Eli figured he'd only be a couple hundred yards down the road of the 12-mile journey back to his house if that's where he was headed. He started the drive back and didn't see him in the first mile which was puzzling, and kept going he finally pulled into the drive of the adobe hut and walked up the front door, knocked and didn't see or hear anyone (he thought maybe he happened to be picked up by somebody else on the highway even though that would be extremely rare anybody else was driving it. He went around back and as he was circling around the side he saw an owl swoop in through the open window and land on the table. He got that hair on the back of your neck raising feeling like he shouldn’t be there, but curiosity got the best of him and he wasn’t superstitious, so he then went back to the front door to look in the front window and saw the owl sitting there it then jumped down on to the ground out of view of the window, then he heard the cowboy boots clunking on the floor (about 5 steps to the front door) and the old man answered it (meaning he had somehow beat Eli 12 miles to his house with a 3 minute head start on foot, if it had been with another driver he would have passed the other car going back out the 2 mile dirt road back to the highway).
He didn’t look surprised or concerned as one would who just had an owl fly into their house. Eli looked into the one room house looking for the Owl, but saw nothing in there besides the table, bed and a dresser. My grandfather swore up and down it the old man was a shapeshifter (skinwalker). Eli gave him a few more rides over the few more months he lived there before moving to Texas, he did get up the nerve to ask if he had any pets besides the sheep and chickens once, but the old man said no. After that incident Eli paid more attention to the drive, and said he often saw an old buck walking the parallel to the highway several times, once he even saw it turn in on the dirt road up to adobe.