I have shared scary stories here before, but this is a rather creepy story that my grandma shared recently that might be interesting to you. She told it in Navajo, although she knows English. I think maybe it was easier for her to explain it.
It was about her older sister, my other grandma, when she was alive and still living at the mountain. We’re on the New Mexico side of the Navajo reservation.
My older grandma was living alone in her one-room house, a traditional Navajo hogan. She still owned a lot of sheep and goats and was in good health; she never became senile and was energetic and alert until her death from cancer a few years ago. Her hogan was traditional, so it had a dirt floor with a stove in the middle of the room with the pipe reaching through a large circular opening in the ceiling, with no indoor plumbing. She didn’t have any electricity or even outdoor lighting. The area is surrounded by thick sage brush, juniper, and pine trees, as well as beautiful red cliffs that yield red dirt.
One night she went to bed after a long day of herding sheep. She awoke to the sound of somebody walking and moving around on the roof in the middle of the night. Unnerved, but a bit irritated, she asked (in Navajo) whoever it was to state their business. The voice turned out to be a man’s voice. “Wake up!” he yelled in Navajo.
My grandma then told him to get off her roof and leave her alone. Surprisingly, he listened to her and jumped off the roof, running in a southern direction as he did so.
When she woke up the next morning, my grandma went outside to search for the mysterious footprints in the reddish dirt, but there were none at all. She supposed it was a skinwalker that had visited her during the night. Trust me, it was not the only encounter she had with these types. Other people experienced them as well. I'm sure you'll hear of these stories elsewhere.
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