Around a year ago now, I had a strange encounter. I’m an avid outdoors-man, and I love to camp out in the woods. One night, when I was going to sleep in my hammock, I heard some kind of ‘growling’ sounds nearby. Knowing that grizzly bears live in that particular forest, I decided to sleep in my truck for the night, just to be safe. But as I was getting up and heading toward my truck with my blanket, my flashlight beam happened to cross over what I could only assume to be the source of the growling – but it was no bear.

In front of me was the rotting corpse of a mangy dog, standing. It’s legs were crooked and bend in unnatural ways, it’s torso a mess of flesh dripping with fresh blood. It’s eyes pale and glowing from the beam of my flashlight. A skinwalker. Lucky for me, it wasn’t after human meat that evening.

Instead, all it seemed to care about was a trash bag I had hung. I don’t know how it managed to retrieve it, but it may very well have save my life. Later, I heard on the news that a couples dog had been eaten by a bear. I knew what really happened though.