Skinwalkers

by Keegan
(Idaho)

When I was around ten years old (I turned seventeen today) I had some friends over for a birthday sleepover. It was around three in the morning, and we got hungry so we went to my kitchen and began to make sandwiches. When I looked outside of my sliding glass door, I saw something on my porch, silhouetted in the darkness.

I turned on the porch light and had the life scared out of me. There was a huge... thing... on my porch. It was a man sized dog looking thing, with these glowing reddish-yellow eyes, huge fangs, and its body was pink and hairless. It dashed off into my field at the sight of me, and I swore I saw it turn into a human and keep running. My friends saw it, but not the part where it turned into a man.

Okay, fast forward about seven years. April 20, 2014. It was 2 AM and I had a few friends over and I heard something on my porch yet again. I looked out the window and couldn't see anything. I looked at my friends, shrugged, then looked back out the window. A face appeared out of nowhere, and I fell back in shock. I looked back out of the window to see the person running away, but he turned into something with a tail and four legs and kept running down my driveway. Nobody else saw him transform this time either.

Then, just a few nights ago, I saw it again. I was downstairs making a sandwich in the middle of the night, and I realized somebody was trying to open the sliding glass door from the outside. I turned on the porch light and there it was. Something about six feet tall, with the head, arms, and legs of a fox, clutching a tall medicine staff, was pawing at the outside of the door near the handle, trying to get in. Its face was painted with traditional Navajo symbols (I live near a reservation), as was its entire body. I fell over and then scrambled back upstairs, where I clutched a knife in my bed for the rest of the night.

I think I'm being stalked by an ancient Anasazi witch, otherwise known as "skinwalker". I'm scared to sleep or look out my window at night, and I don't know what to do, if anybody has tips on how to get rid of them, that would be much appreciated.

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