Hey guys, Kyle again.
I'm Native American, Navajo Specifically. If you hear stories about paranormal or strange creatures around my area, The Navajo Reservation. I can first hand say its true, here's my story.
This happened the summer after I had finally graduated high school, I lived at my grandfather's trailer and he had 14 heads of sheep that he trusted me to look after while he's not there.
One evening my aunt and I went to town to grab food for a cook out, when we got back my parents told me they weren't watching the sheep and they took off west, around where they took off was towards my other grandpas abandoned house. It was something out of a horror movie like the spirit of a murderer sill roams the area! But they took off farther than that about a mile out, it was dark and in the distance at the mountains there was a storm coming so I had to hurry before the sheep get excited in the rain. Stupid me I didn't take a flash light, but I brought a sword I made out of scraps.
I finally got up the steep rocky incline that surrounds my grandpas house, I was about 200 feet away from his house (1/2 a mile away from mine) off in a distance I heard one of the sheep bells. I went towards it, I almost would've fallen off the ledge that's about a 15 foot drop if I didn't see the lightning's flash of light. I was about to turn around until I heard something say in a scratchy low voice, "Hey... Come here." I was confused cause the closest house was 1 mile back an 2 miles ahead. As I started to back up I saw something stand up from behind a boulder. It was tall, skinny, hunched, and twitching. Then it looked at me and the way it sounded is something I won't forget, "Come here". I darted back towards my grandpas abandoned house until I heard the sheep bell again so I went back towards it and it was the best thing that happened to me I found the sheep! My sheep dogs almost attacked me until I called their names out. They stopped to smelled me but started growling like they were going to kill until I realized they were looking towards where I came running from. Now I know that there was something there, I commanded them to attack it and they took off as I started to herd the sheep back.
Once I got back I told everyone, no one believed me until a few days later.
I started getting dreams of me killing my family, they were so horrible that I was convinced that I really did it because of how gruesome they would be. I would also be very rude and mean to everyone and everything. My little brother told me that I was standing at the door way in the middle of the night wielding my handmade knife, I don't remember doing anything like that. One night it got worst that I was up at witching hour, I went outside cause it was hot, there was that thing standing on top of the hill in the east. In the blink of an eye it was gone, I went back inside laid down and had a balloon to pop in case It did something I was tempted to wake every one up with a loud bang.
Nothing happened and I almost fell asleep before my final dream hit me, I smothered my little brother and stabbed him multiple times. I jerked awake, went over to him and checked him he was okay. I started crying thinking that was my last dream about me killing my family so I went outside started a fire, burned all my handmade weapons so I wouldn't hurt anyone and prayed in Navajo for a whole 30 minutes then I felt like I wasn't being watched anymore.
I called my close cousin Kasey who was surprisingly awake but he has experienced similar things and just told him what happened from the evening my sheep were gone. Later on I told my family and a lot of prayers and ceremonies were done, I'm okay now but the medicine man told my grandpa that I was possessed and that its good I got the ceremonies done before something bad would've happened.
I still haven't gone back to that area. Is it scary to say that I want to?
Do not go back there. This feeling of wanting to go back could be natural human curiosity, or wanting some closure; but I highly recommend you do not go back there - not alone, at least. That thing could've been paranormal, or it could've been some dude with Wendigo psychosis.
I'm glad you're okay, and I presume the dogs are, too.
Smooth sailing,
Mazz