story one it's not all that easy to decide when to start this story a story that i'm not even sure is mine is it my experience sure it is but i'm far from being the main character here just as this won't be the main story no this tale will be just one of hundreds thousands of stories that come together as the history of a single thing a timeless legend and i will be nothing but another witness and thankfully not another victim here i am i live to tell the tale my experience with skinwalkers in a
few words skim walkers are a terrifying legend from native american culture mostly from the navajo tribe they are said to be a type of witch an evildoing creature capable of taking different forms and causing a lot of harm for navajo people the skinwalkers are very serious business they are far from simple tales they have to tell little kids to get them to behave the reason i would come to learn about that very well because the rest of america well we're not so careful about these things not until we learn the lesson and very often in
the worst possible ways now as this is my one humble contribution to the legend that's immeasurably older than me and will certainly live longer than i will i get to focus on the details that all the countless stories don't have my personal journey if i could pinpoint a moment in time when this story started for me it would be way back in high school i was an outsider an aggressively introverted nerd that cared a little too much about reading luckily for me i wasn't the only weirdo in town and i somehow managed to make three
very good friends they were all as odd as me in contrast to my shy bookworm personality there was a fiery and brilliant girl that read just as much and additionally got into heated arguments about whatever subject at least once a day with anybody foolish enough to fight with her then there were the twins two boys that were actually not family at all simply best friends attached at the hip since they were in diapers so they were nicknamed as such the twins were competitive daring each other to do all kinds of things little boys do and
then some like most children they went through all the messy phases of eating dirt catching bugs and rolling in mud and then puberty hit instead of growing out of the weird they grew into it and their interests extended to the strange the forbidden the unexplainable the uncomfortable and dangerous it just so happened that they befriended the only people at the school that were interested in spending the afternoon devouring books and encyclopedias on any subject no matter how dark and scavenging the least respectable corners of the public library which resulted in the four of us becoming
the local weirdo experts in conspiracy and supernatural theories names are a little bit of a tricky business when sharing stories of this kind but you can think of me as alex the opinionated researcher you can call alice and the boys that grew into men are referred to lewis and charlie inseparable alice and i went on into college to study journalism charlie got into film studies but he quit before reaching the halfway mark for reasons that although i never told him i was sure were related to the not so reasonable influence of lewis who didn't amount
much of anything after high school say for a couple of wild short stories published here and there most people can relate to the feeling of growing distant from your childhood best friends but most people would also agree that if those best friends ever came knocking on your door with a problem you'd be there for them alternatively if those loved friends from your past showed up unannounced with an adventurous imitation some might jump into the train of nostalgia and go along with it it might lead to unwise decisions taken in las vegas or a tearful road
trip through your hometown in our case lewis and charlie managed to convince alice and me to join them on a trip to skinwalker ranch also known as sherman raach it is a property in utah known to be the location of intense constant and diverse strangeness ufo sightings supernatural scares and as its name clearly states plenty of encounters with skinwalkers the thing is lewis and charlie never gave up their obsession with the mysterious and the treacherous darkness that lurked in the corners of society that people are meant to touch after leaving film studies charlie got together
with lewis to create a couple of short films on something extraterrestrial and something paranormal and both were met with awful critics if not just straight up mockery the way they dragged us into the project was by claiming they were ready to finally put out a serious respectable well-made documentary on the history of the ranch itself it combined their fascination with taboo subjects and our passion for research and a good argument maybe we should have been more anxious about the whole thing the problem was that neither alice nor me were particularly scared of whatever could possibly
cross our path in skinwalker ranch despite being almost alarmingly knowledgeable in all matters of supernatural threats because of course we did massive amounts of research before the trip we were still a pair of skeptics we knew every case we watched every picture and video read every account of frightening events that were available to us but to us it was just data it lacked the brutal punch to the gut of being a certain reality i think back then neither of us would have believed anything about the mysterious ranch was real unless we were personally in the
laboratory where the creatures would be dissected to pieces to be studied analyzed and understood that of course was impossible and our thoughts were soon to be turned upside down although to be brutally honest i could admit i feared right from the start the whole project would be a disappointment of great proportions that i wouldn't want to be linked to my name luckily for the twins though alice and i were recently graduated and mostly unemployed save for some lame freelancing drops i don't know where lewis and charlie got their money but it was enough to get
all four of us to utah and as close to skimwalker ranch as possible all the smile on our faces how was i to know that these two lovable creeps with zero self-preservation instinct that i hadn't seen in years would be our biggest problem the plan was simple road trip to utah stay as close to skimwalker ranch as possible collect and review all the information we could go out camping and record all necessary visuals to make up a pretty decent documentary if i stopped too long to think about how easy it should have been i feel
like i could lose my mind it started alright it always does on things like this doesn't it the boys paid a man named henry so we could stay in his house a small property sort of in the middle of nowhere but the closest thing we could get to the infamous ranch there we would have all the necessary comforts of beds bathrooms hot meals internet and a phone service this man henry was friendly enough and he seemed normal enough for someone that willingly lived next to one of the weirdest places in america we stayed at his
house just one day sharing thoughts ideas and scary stories obviously that's when i started to suspect our two friends weren't as interested in a proper documentary as they had previously said then well then there was day two and things immediately started to go downhill from there charlie wanted to get started on recording footage and because of some of the difficult to articulate feelings of adventure or friendship we all tagged along because he wanted to get as close to the ranch as possible we would walk all the way there set up camp wherever the night caught
us and stay around there for one or two nights the journey started fine enough we were having fun thinking yes these are my friends they've always been and this was a great idea thinking yes whatever small wild animal we can see in the distance is just that a harmless thing thinking finally that we were making just another documentary and things couldn't go wrong even if just for a simple reason that we didn't believe things could go wrong i'm wondering if charlie and lewis thought the same way maybe not only they thought things actually could go
wrong maybe they were hoping they would because they would look good on camera or just for the sheer fun of it tragically they were the ones that were correct as soon as the sun started to go down we set up our camp there in the middle of nowhere and then the general vicinity of a famously mad property i had expected to light up a fire get a little drunk share some stories laugh with my friends and have a mildly good night of sleep i was wrong there was a fire there was some drinking but sharing
some stories somehow became an explosive debate on what to do next once we were there charlie and lewis insisted like crazy on continuing to explore our surroundings no matter how late no matter how dark no matter how dangerous and extremely unadvisable that would be there was a pretty big disagreement that ended up in the twins going to their tent angry at us something i regret to this day alice and i shared another tent we went to bed upset realizing that the documentary we set out to make was actually our friend's take on an embarrassing blair
witch project movie type of thing and we had been dragged into it that wouldn't been so bad i think now that would have been nice compared to the things that followed it wasn't my first time camping i know what a night in the middle of nowhere sounds like this was nothing like it the wind wasn't blowing it sounded more like a growl it didn't sound like leaves on trees and bushes were moving it sounded like trunks were being scratched and bushes straight out ripped from the ground then there were footsteps the damn footsteps charlie and
lewis got out of their tent at some point and their aimless drunk pacing around our camp was driving me mad but there was more it sounded like they weren't alone and i want to believe it was only in my mind playing tricks on me but by then i didn't believe there could be anything out there but wild animals with us and for the sounds of it there were plenty of them i was stressed but alice was doing considerably worse and at that moment i hadn't figured out why that might be it was a restless night
we were both awake when we heard louis i'm leaving he said sounding as drunk as he could be and then some more i'm leaving you can follow me i started to sit up and go out to at least talk to him but alice held me down upon questioning she urged he's drunk we're mad at him and it's dangerous out there my answer was along the lines of well we're not that mad to let him go risk his life out there by himself but alice was unyielding it wasn't until sunrise when we left our tent just
to see the twins ten completely trashed and torn and the boys missing along with the bottles of alcohol that my friend's anger exploded and she explained herself when doing our research we had split up our tasks she reminded me i focused on the alleged ufo sightings and she skinwalkers the word made me shiver even then she didn't believe in it she said but now she was certain charlie and lewis had messed up with things they didn't understand things they couldn't understand let alone capture on camera as the two of us started exploring the area alice
started to explain to me all i had missed about the skinwalkers she told me about magic about witches turned evil about ceremonies that involved the sacrifice of a loved one a sibling she told me about shape shifting about wolves and coyotes about missing people stolen faces and glowing red feral eyes she told me about navajo people refusing to discuss this terrifying legend out loud with strangers she didn't have to tell me about our friend's recklessness insistence and desperation i knew it was all well and fine in the daylight if i stared a little too suspiciously
at a fox that followed us from a safe distance it was okay that was on me the real real fright only arrived that night instead of staying at the camp annas and i decided to go back to henry's house at least that was the plan we started the journey too late we were exhausted stressed worried annoyed by the whole situation the sun went down and it got dark so quickly but the moonlight was enough to see the small house in the distance the moonlight was more than enough to see that awful awful animal standing there
suddenly all other feelings were gone we weren't too tired we weren't upset with our friends we were nothing but mind-blowingly scared it was an awful beast even from a distance it was the worst thing i've seen it could have been a coyote a massive huge coyote and i remember thinking there's something wrong with it there's something awfully wrong with it it moved like it was sick like its limbs didn't fit quite right and its joints looked wrong standing out at odd angles and still as it ran around the house it was frighteningly fast and steady
when it stood on his rear legs i swear that thing had to be much taller than the average man that's how it spent most of its time standing tall with its front legs scratching the walls and front door of the house just raising on two legs lunging at the walls and scratching all the way down moving with that wobbly quality of a badly put together devilishly possessed puppet alice refused to tell me if that grotesque animal matched the descriptions of any of the things she had read about namely the skinwalkers why would i need to
know then what use would it have been to know if i was staring right at monsters at things no longer human not really natural but just perverted and evil it was enough to know he was a wild creature and we were better staying as far away from it as possible we couldn't look away from it fearing that if we lost sight of it we would suddenly find it upon us so avoiding looking at its face we started carefully walking backward seeking refuge in the much closer tool shed of the property there among the frightening noises
of quick footsteps violent scratches and the wind groaning all around us we waited for the sunrise when the sun came up and we believed we were safe we went up to the main house just to find it empty the scratches were there of course but there was no sign of the owner no sign of our friends at least the owner had left a note he had left early the previous day luckily we had come to that house for internet and phone service which we had made quick use of and we got the hell away from
that place three days later charlie finally answered our desperate calls and messages it was a simple and cold thing complaining about us leaving without explanation there was no mention of lewis and we didn't find it in ourselves to ask our friendship was irreversibly ruined and all we had left off that trip was a mountain of unfinished business charlie didn't publish any documentary alice didn't confirm or deny her belief in skinwalkers and i couldn't for the life of me confirm order knife that horrendous beast i saw that day scratching the walls of a sad empty house
in the middle of nowhere it wasn't a skinwalker or if it really was before i continue to the next story i just want to say thank you for choosing to watch this video and i hope you enjoy my narration if you are please show your appreciation by helping this channel to grow by liking this video subscribing to this channel and commenting on this video and any other video you like of mine it really helps the channel to grow thanks story 2 up until the day when this story happened i lived a life where my greatest
fear was teenagers i was well into adulthood but i remember my teenage years and i fear the day my little girl of six years old would become one of those complicated incomprehensible and moody creatures that was my life a simple and predictable life with absolutely nothing extraordinary going on around me it was a good happy life just average i guess and i liked it that way it continues to be pretty much the same the problem is now i have a certain awareness i might not be completely certain but i'm definitely aware of the existence of
things beyond the world i understand monsters that don't come out of movies but out of the darkest corners of human misery stories that are not fiction but lessons their warnings i am now conscious of things that i might never understand and i hope i never have to deal with but they have broadened my universe in the worst possible ways the irony of the whole thing is that i was brought into this experience of transformation of my view on life and fear by facing my previously greatest fear a teenage boy as i said i have a
beautiful little girl of six years named angelica my husband tony has a large family and has always liked kids that's where he came into the story tony's 14 year old nephew luke that boy intimidated me i had seen him plenty of times in family reunions always causing trouble he was always being scolded for being late breaking something saying something inappropriate my husband however thought that behavior was typical of a teenage boy and we must prepare for it by facing it straight on we invited luke to a short road trip over the weekend it would be
easy enough there's not much that could go wrong inside a moving vehicle we would stay two nights at my family's cabin near lake ontario and then come back on sunday nature would be good for the boy and obviously for our dog max and our little girl love the cabin we had absolutely no reason to fear for our lives in any way not yet the trip started as i had personally expected it my husband and i made most of the convention max only looked out the window and luke used his phone and ignored little angelica not
very nice to watch but bearable tony decided to intervene though after a stern conversation tony convinced him to let's say participate in the trip i'm not sure if he expected a miracle but i knew my fears on this strange stage of life between sweet childhood and harsh adulthood were well-founded luke acted like a caged bear suddenly poked by a sharp stick he fought back he became a nightmare he started reciting the introduction to our nightmare and i can't help but feel like both things were linked i know i shouldn't blame him and i don't hold
a grudge against him not really but i feel his spiteful words absolutely influence the events that would follow uncle do you like ghosts luke said that's how it started with a fake sweet tone and bad intentions my dear husband bless his heart said he liked them i sent him a warning look we had a little girl in the car that had never seen any remotely scary movies and i have no idea what kind of things this problematic boy would say it started with the usual stuff regular old ghosts whenever he went into too much detail
about fictional or legendary people's death i seriously reminded him of his little cousin's presence and he attempted to tone it down for a while until my next reminder at least he was having fun my husband was happy and angelica was thrilled about these new fantastical even dark worlds as we reached the halfway mark on our road trip young luke's stories started to branch out werewolves vampires zombies and demons the boy was quite the storyteller he started sharing some folklore stories that i hadn't even heard of and i was so captivated that for long moments i
forgot to protect my own daughter's innocence angelica is a smart girl tony said she knows these are just stories but folklore was a little more fascinating than that isn't it there's always a little more truth to those stories they exist for a reason and i never wanted to think too much of those reasons realizing that against my own will i had gotten goosebumps during one of the stories i ordered luke to stop it finally clicked in my mind that he was doing these things out of malice he wanted to terrify angelica he wanted to make
me nervous and make his own uncle uncomfortable i tried not to snap at him remembering at heart he was just a boy look there's a man on the road the teenager exclaimed a moment later i jumped in my seat frightened i'd expected to see a man's body actually in the middle of the road but luke was only referring to a random man walking by the side of the road my husband slowed down cautiously but the man didn't pay us any mind i barely glanced at him lanky bad clothes probably old i didn't think it would
ignite a whole thing tony's nephew reacted unreasonably interested in the lonesome stranger we should give him a ride we should offer him help he's all alone in the middle of nowhere luke complained for a few minutes finally my husband's insistence in the fact that the man didn't ask for a ride or help of any kind and the fact that we were well past this man calmed down the young man but fine can i at least tell one more story then luke said the wendigo that's what luke wanted to tell us about he collected all his
inspiration and gave us his best or worst story yet it started with a fascinating legend a warning tale of human greed which isn't exactly among the usual lessons one tries to teach six-year-old girls but i let him talk when luke started delving into deeper meanings behind the algonquian legend i warned him not to speak of things he didn't know about but the boy seemed frighteningly well informed an unsettling but not unusual hobby in young boys studying supernatural myths some fascination with taboo subjects but it soon got to be too much i didn't want my daughter
to know about cannibalism the teenager was unstoppable in sharing all he knew about this monster luke talked about hungry demons that possessed people and urged them to eat each other i complained luke talked about isolated men desperately opting for eating another person and in turn becoming inhuman themselves my husband complained luke talked about a horrifying creature taller than any man wandering the forests looking for victims hungry for human flesh angelica started to cry he went on and on about this greedy monster always starving his skin sticking to his bones no matter how much he ate
at some point it seemed we were all screaming trying to silence each other and nobody could stop him the boy was fuming desperately reaching for the worst details he knew making my own stomach churn in discomfort with the way he described the rotten smell of the wendigo the lifeless eyes burrowed deep in its skull its haunting growls he even described antlers on its head and tried to tell us details about half-eaten bodies found in these very woods we were driving past i had never seen my husband so angry or my little girl so terrified even
the damn dog was barking his head off and personally i felt like i was gonna throw up just then we heard angelica scream dad she yelled in that extremely high-pitched voice only little girls are capable of we all shut up immediately and tony aggressively pulled on the brakes we all jumped in our seats and were immediately thankful for our seatbelts when tony questioned abigail about her outburst with the most terrifying little face possible she said i saw the wendigo there that calmed all of us down we turned to look where she was pointing and of
course there was nothing but trees there the sun was barely starting to go down but there was still enough light to feel safe on our assessment i caught my husband turning to look at his nephew his eyes were cold and piercing and a serious warning luke shut up for the rest of the trip but angelica didn't there was a handful more there he is yelled at the windows of the car we tried to take her fear seriously look where she pointed and pause ask and worry to make matters worse at one point it was the
boy who cried out how she bit me angelica bit me it's the of course we interrupted him before he even tried to say something outrageous and impossible in that particular context it was unsettling it could have been funny had we been any less distraught but it was enough to turn the tables on the troubled teenager and make him as uncomfortable as he had made the rest of us she's a little kid little kids bite my husband told his nephew and you probably deserved it but there was only so much we could take we didn't have
nerve to steal i could still feel luke's words like they were crawling under my skin inhumanely tall putrid smell endless hunger human flesh the words were engraved in my mind and every five minutes i heard my daughter scream of danger it was a nightmare and it was only just beginning i finally arrive at the cabin with a splitting headache i was accompanied by my husband in the worst mood i've ever seen him in our daughter frightened of her own shadow a moody teenager and even the poor dog looked scared the sun was setting down over
the trees and to be honest none of us was in a move to spend more time outdoors we locked ourselves in the cabin to spend the night i can't recall any strange noises any sounds sights or smells that would suggest we had any unwanted company with us my baby couldn't say the same thing angelica complained the entire time we were at the cabin she couldn't get close to the windows or else she'd start screaming but we never found anything else there max was nervous too which was odd considering he usually loved the cabin but i
guess he could feel something was off considering we didn't let him go outside for reasons luke 2 was far from having a good time his little cousin bit him one or two more times and a teenager only stopped himself from throwing supernatural accusations after tony threatened to tell the boy's parents of his attitude and how he terrorized a six-year-old girl exhausted physically and emotionally we all went to bed early as i tucked angelica into bed i had to answer plenty of questions about her safety about the safety of the room the house her closet and
what could be hiding under her bed all safe but i couldn't help ask her what she was so afraid of the man we saw on the road she told me but taller and skinny and naked very scary i tried my best to reassure her she was safe but i was simultaneously holding back tears grieving for my baby's innocence because of a spoiled kid's imagination and meanness nothing else i told myself it's nothing more than that despite my worries my darling angelica slept soundly through the night in fact i'd say we all had a good night
tony and i even woke up in good spirits confident that yesterday's stress was over it lasted the entire 10 minutes that it took us getting out of bed and downstairs max wasn't home my husband and i were immediately distraught of course we worried about the poor dog out in the wilderness but we also had in mind what our daughter's reaction might be and we knew it wouldn't be good how had this happened though we wondered we had been so sure we locked all the doors before going to bed maybe not all the windows but was
max really that smart could luke be malicious enough to do such a thing surely we would have heard him surely max found a way to escape and there was nothing that could have taken him at least we were distracted enough by trying to appease angelica that we couldn't let our thoughts run too far as expected angelica was nearly inconsolable and luke emphatically denied having anything to do with our dog's disappearance the boys spent most of the day wandering the woods around the house searching for max well i tried my best to calm and distract angelica
being a little child it wasn't so difficult and by the time we had lunch it felt like we could just hang on a little longer and the dog would reappear and everything would be all right of course that didn't happen instead the kids stayed in the house while i joined my husband in the afternoon to look for our missing dog i threatened luke i told him if he left the house or let my daughter leave the house he would regret it then we were off i try to stay strong to be brave or to pay
no mind to the scary stories a teenager had thrown my way the previous day i tried my best i really did and it wasn't enough i felt like something was near lurking close to me i felt like angelica did the previous day like everywhere i looked i would find hungry eyes waiting then there was the smell that god-awful smell i immediately felt nauseous but no matter which way i moved the smell followed it was rotten it was putrid it was absolutely disgusting i have no clue what kind of thing that could have made that possible
it couldn't have been a single dead animal nearby the wind around me made an awful angry noise and i got goosebumps but somehow somehow the trees were all very still what was that sound what was that smell where was my husband i started to freak out when i realized i couldn't find him i started moving quicker and more desperately until i saw him saw it saw something whatever it was there in the distance far away from me a shadow thin tall rigid like a skeleton i was frozen in fear i felt i couldn't even breathe
it could just be a tree i thought until it moved the only damn tree in the whole forest moved like a human like a monster like anyone's worst nightmare i jumped when i felt a hand on my shoulder and i turned around frightened there was my husband holding our dog's leash with a small but unmistakable stain of blood there i didn't dare turn around again i didn't tell him what i saw and he didn't have to tell me what to do we went back to the house packed our things and left immediately we never went
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