A Navajo Nation resident is at her cousin's house keeping her company. One night, an unknown being is knocking on the trailer walls. The next morning human footprints with claws were discovered.
The following account was forwarded to me:
"Being from the Navajo Nation I have seen a lot of crazy things. Anyone not from here is most likely not to believe me. I have stories about Skinwalkers, kachina dolls coming to life, Bigfoot, werewolves, and some type of winged beast, but I think the most creepy is one of my Skinwalker stories.
So this story takes place in the early 2000s when I was a teenager. My cousin had just had a baby and her husband was called out for a job that would take a couple of weeks. My cousin asked if I would stay with her for two weeks to help her with the baby/work around the house. I was there for a few days and everything was pretty uneventful, until the middle of the second week.
At night we would hear someone knocking on different sides of the trailer (keep in mind the nearest neighbor was about 5 miles away. This continued for three nights in a row. The fourth night is when things take a turn for the worse.
The night starts with the knocking, but it progresses to scratching. Worried that someone was trying to break in, I summoned the courage to go outside and confront whatever/whoever was messing with us. I only caught a shadow of whatever it was as it ran behind the trailer. I ran around yelling at it, "You better run because I'm going to call the cops!" or something to that extent. It was so fast I could not believe it. As I chase it to the front of the trailer it runs through the clothesline. This is where it gets even crazier.
It ran towards the utility post and climbed up it, clutching something in its hands, and began the most eerie laugh I have ever heard. It jumps back down, dropping whatever it was holding, and runs toward the window of the trailer, as if to peek in. My cousin was inside holding the baby. I ran to the window and looked and to my amazement, it had disappeared. I run inside and tell my cousin it is gone. Needless to say, we didn't sleep well for the rest of the night.
The next morning I go outside and look at the window where I had last seen it. I looked at the ground and saw bare footprints, however, these were no ordinary footprints. The best way I can describe it was a human footprint with claws (like a dog or wolf). I went to the utility pole and found what it had been clutching the night before. It was my niece's tiny little shirt. It goes without saying we spent the next few days in the safety of my mother's home off the Rez." O
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