1. Creepy Skinwalkers

My husband and I occasionally take our Jeep out into the sandwash/mesa/trails. We decided to pack some water and make a day of it. Towards the end of the trip, he heard a weird, “open-mouth” whistle – like someone just learning to whistle. I made a joke-notjoke that what if it was a Skinwalker. My husband replied with “That’s okay, our Jeep can outrun it!”. That was the end of the conversation. We then noticed we were heading a little off-track. Our navigation was pretty inaccurate and we realized we were fairly close to Navajo land. We went home and my husband started researching GPS apps. A little while later, he found one and said we should go out for a small rip to test it out. Boy, was that a mistake.

It was around 8:15PM, the sun was just setting and we had been out for about half an hour by this point. We were on a trail heading back home when my husband braked abruptly and asked “What was that?!” I asked what he was talking about, and he said “Out there by that dip. Something ran across the trail, and then back again”. I laughed and asked if he was screwing with me – but he continued “I swear I’m not. It was on two legs, but it was so fucking fast. Unbelievably fast”. I hadn’t seen a thing, and we proceeded as normal. I rolled up my window thinking it may be an animal, and we got closer. We were going about 25 MPH, so that we didn’t hit anything if something jumped out. He said “Right there, this is where I saw it”. It was another trail that crossed ours, and as we crossed it we saw two young girls with dark hair – One a bit taller than the other – standing there, watching us to the right. We chuckled as we passed and my husband said “See, I wasn’t fucking with you”. We both fell silent for a split second. It didn’t really sit well with us. There are two young girls, and for all intents and purposes it was dark. The sun had just set. Why were they out there alone? My husband looked through the drivers-side mirror after we passed and yelled “OH MY GOD, THEY’RE GAINING ON US. THEY’RE FUCKING GAINING ON US”. I couldn’t understand what I had just heard, or why he would have said that. I looked through the passenger-side mirror and I saw nothing. I looked at him with a wtf look on my face and when I saw how serious he was, and how he just kept repeating “THEY’RE GAINING ON US!”, I twisted my body to look through the back window and I distinctly saw the two black figures – One a bit taller than the other – less than 50 feet away, and closing. (Now, when we passed the cross-trail, they were about 30 feet back. So for them to get from there, to literally right behind us in a matter of seconds isn’t possible.) My husband accelerated.. 30.. 35.. Still gaining.. 40.. 45.. Still gaining. At this point, my husband just stomped on it and our Jeep was kicking up such an insane amount of sand, that we lost a visual.

We were afraid to go home. Afraid that they would follow us. We drove around for about an hour in almost silence. Trying to process what we had just seen. Why were two young girls out there alone? How did they get behind us so quickly? How were they gaining on us? and most importantly, what the hell just happened?! We drove home, still shaken, and started getting ready for bed. Now, our bedtime ritual for falling asleep, is putting something on the tv and just dozing off. To the right of our bed, we have a sliding glass patio door. It’s what I face when I fall asleep. I remember dozing off. Then I heard a sound and my eyes shot open. I was seeing two shadows crossing the door. I didn’t mention anything at that time, because I was honestly unsure if 1. my mind was playing with me.., 2. I was sleeping. Not to mention the fact that if I had been asleep, I’d feel silly. So I only brought it up to my husband when I called him on my lunch break. He knew exactly what I was talking about with the shadows, because he had seen them too.

This happened almost three weeks ago.. Since then, we’ve woken up once to our front door unlocked, one specific kitchen cupboard opened almost every other morning, sounds, footsteps, etc.

— DatNopers