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Chapter 1: What happened around the campfire that night?
I waited, because whatever had him on edge was no silly ghost story. He started by explaining a bit about his LDS mission.
how it covered a broad area including a reservation that he didn't visit often truth be told none of us were expecting more than a mild anecdote then he let slip that this reservation region had an eerie reputation among the locals we all went quiet even the ones who'd been whispering or fiddling with their phones Something about his tone felt heavier than any cheap campfire tale.
Chapter 2: What eerie encounter did the narrator experience while driving?
He cleared his throat and told us about a day he and his companion had to travel far out of their normal route. They met some new investigators who wanted to learn about the faith, and that part went smoothly. The real trouble started after, when they discovered they were nearly out of gas.
Nobody was around to help, so they sat there in a stretch of nothingness until someone finally came by with a spare can of fuel.
by the time they were on the road again the sky was dark and the roads were almost deserted he paused to stare into the flames recalling every detail it was late and his companion had fallen asleep in the passenger seat my friend had one goal get them both home as fast as possible He even admitted to pushing the speed limit.
He figured the biggest worry was wildlife or a stray deer darting across his path. But that changed fast. He said that while driving along these unfamiliar back roads, he kept spotting movement in the edges of the headlights. At first, he brushed it off, probably coyotes, maybe a raccoon. Then something shifted right next to his window, much closer than he expected.
he glanced down thinking he would see an animal scurrying by instead he slammed on the brakes practically launching his companion forward against the dashboard his companion jolted awake with a startled shout demanding an explanation All my friend could manage was, pray, right now. He wouldn't, or maybe couldn't say why just yet.
Instead, he forced the car forward again, driving the rest of the way in tight-lipped silence. His companion kept pestering him, but my friend stayed locked on the road, acting like if he spoke, something worse might happen. He made it back to their apartment complex with nerves in shreds. Once they were parked, his companion cornered him. That's when everything poured out.
He had glanced down to see several figures, human in shape but sprinting on all fours, running right beside the car, somehow matching his speed at 40 miles an hour. He insisted he wasn't joking.
they weren't animals or some optical illusion though part of him wished that's all it had been we were all dead silent around the fire the only sound was the pop and crackle of burning wood that image six or so people galloping alongside a moving vehicle was too bizarre to dismiss I almost expected someone to laugh and call it a prank, but no one did.
The look on his face told us he was dead serious. He went on to say that this was only the start. Even after that night, he couldn't shake the memory. It hovered in his mind every time he drove those roads again, and apparently, future visits to the reservation area would bring more encounters. But he saved those parts for later.
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Chapter 3: What unsettling events occurred at the trailer?
We went back inside, locked up, and tried to settle down again. Minutes later, the knocks returned, this time from the far side of the trailer. Something about it felt wrong, rhythmic. almost like it was playing a game with us. I crept around to the living area window.
I peered out, half expecting a coyote or stray dog, but the shapes I glimpsed moving beyond the trailer were taller, standing upright at times, then dropping to all fours. My heart hammered as I thought of the night I'd seen those figures keeping pace with my car. It was like they'd found me again. The rest of the night was miserable." We barricaded the door and kept every light on.
In the morning, the sun revealed footprints in the dirt circling the trailer, some clearly human, others spaced oddly like a person had been crawling on hands and feet. Neither of us knew what to make of it, but we decided not to linger any longer than necessary. A few days later, we had to drive a local church member home. She lived near another patch of forest on the outskirts of the reservation.
My companion and I exchanged worried looks when we realized how remote it was. But we had a job to do, so we piled in the car and took off. The woman sat in the back seat, chatting cheerily to pass the time, and I tried to focus on the conversation instead of staring into the woods. Even so, I caught shapes flitting between the trees in my peripheral vision.
at one point the woman fell silent she leaned forward touched my shoulder and told me to slow down her voice was hushed like she didn't want whatever was out there to hear confused i eased off the gas Then she pointed through the window, and I spotted something dark and human-shaped crouched between two thick tree trunks, watching us. Its limbs seemed elongated, or bent at awkward angles.
We pulled over, uncertain whether to drive away or see if someone needed help. The woman started whispering about local legends, stories of entities roaming these woods, blending between worlds. My companion looked at me, jaw-tight, clearly recalling the knocks from the other night. Before any of us could decide what to do, that shape melted back into the darkness.
The woman clutched the seat and said, "'Please, just go.' She sounded terrified, like she'd seen this before and knew it was dangerous." We dropped her off a little while later, and she thanked us but refused to elaborate further. When we got out to stretch our legs, I noticed fresh dirt smeared across the back door and trunk, shapes almost like handprints with fingers too long to be normal.
My mind raced back to the figures outside the trailer. Were they stalking us now? My final few nights in that region, I visited a family who insisted I stay over because of an incoming storm. Their house was a bit sturdier than the trailer, so I thought maybe I'd feel safer. My companion and I each took a spare cot in a small guest room.
The storm rolled in with gusty winds and flashes of lightning that gave me a headache every time they lit up the window. Close to midnight, a shrill whistle broke the quiet.
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Chapter 4: What mysterious figure did the narrator's roommate see?
A sense of relief settled over me, though I still caught myself scanning dark roads whenever I drove at night. Eventually, I shared the entire story around a campfire with some close friends. Telling it felt like a final exhale, like I was unloading a weight I'd carried far too long.
Whether those shapes were people, legends, or something unexplainable, I no longer felt haunted by the question of why they'd shown up or what they wanted. My only hope was that, by speaking of it, I could warn others not to take the back road so lightly. If you ever find yourself out there under a waning moon, remember to stay alert.
Sometimes all it takes is faith, or sheer will, to keep going and to remind whatever lurks in the darkness that you're no easy prey. I've heard this story from my roommate more times than I'd like to admit, but every time he shares it, my nerves go on high alert. It all started in a Phoenix suburb where he used to do his late night drives, usually around three or four in the morning.
He loves the silence of those roads, the kind of emptiness that feels strangely peaceful, at least it used to. The first encounter sounded almost too bizarre to be real. He was driving along a dimly lit street, empty fields stretching out on the left like a sea of dark silhouettes. Suddenly, a figure on all fours came bolting out of that field. It wasn't a coyote or a stray dog.
My roommate swears it had a simian shape, with long limbs that moved way too fast to be normal. Its entire body was this deep black. The kind that almost blends into the shadows. But its face. Stark white, like fresh snow. He said it had human features without any expression. The thing sprinted across the road, paused with abrupt precision, and twisted its head to stare straight at him.
And just like that, it disappeared into the darkness. He kept driving, not sure if his brain was playing tricks. But he kept replaying that horrifying image of the white mask-like face burned into his memory. A few weeks later he was on the same stretch of asphalt, this time with a friend in the passenger seat.
They were probably talking about random stuff to stay awake when they noticed something crouched in a tree up ahead. At first it looked like a lump or a bunch of leaves, until it moved. The second they got close, the figure clambered down the tree with inhuman speed. The friend started yelling, convinced they had just seen something completely unnatural.
It bounded across the road, spun around, and locked eyes on them again with that cold, white face. My roommate turned the car around in a frenzy, determined to find it or at least prove it was real. But the roads and fields were silent. No movement, no clue. The friend refused to drive back that way for weeks. That was supposed to be the end of it. Two freak encounters in the middle of nowhere.
But things only got worse. One night, my roommate was coming back from a late shift and decided to avoid that same road, going a longer route instead. Midway through, as he was passing by a fenced-off construction site, he spotted movement in his rearview mirror. Something was in the distance, bounding at an unnatural speed, half hunched over like it was ready to leap.
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Chapter 5: What chilling stories are tied to the mountains in Mexico?
This was something we did every year, a time when relatives from Oklahoma, Texas, and Kansas all converged on my grandmother Tana's land for important traditions. Tana's property sprawled at the base of a forbidding mountain range that everyone treated with serious caution. People said those mountains could twist your mind if you ventured too far up without the right protections.
Anyway, Tana kept two small houses on her land. The old house was sealed tight, metal bars over windows that didn't open, steel doors, all to keep out the wandering animals or thieves who might prowl when nobody was around. The new house had the same bars, but you could swing the windows open, which was a luxury in the scorching heat.
My mother, Nita, and father, Atohi, set my two sisters, Ama and Winona, and me up in the old house, while my aunt Winona and uncle Sani took their kids, Hosa and Lona, to the new house. Another set of cousins, Chitto and Saya, were also around somewhere on the property, helping with daily tasks or helping Tana prepare for ceremonies. We were used to the darkness out there,
But every time we arrived, it still felt like entering another world. No streetlights for miles, just inky blackness when the sun went down. The only real light might come from our truck's headlights, or maybe a small campfire if we were lucky. Without that, you couldn't see more than a few inches in front of your face. On this particular night, the air was muggy and still.
In the old house, the windows were shut tight, so we just tried to fall asleep in that stale heat. after a long day of chores and travelling we drifted off easily enough then in the middle of the night we were jolted awake by someone screaming it turned out to be hosa who was two years younger than me He was in the new house, and his voice tore through the silence like an alarm.
Groggy and annoyed, I scrambled to a window, only to see my father, normally calm and imposing, rush in and tell us kids to stay put. I remember crossing the dark room, stepping over scattered belongings as I hurried to the barred window. Outside, the moon gave off just enough glow to reveal silhouettes hurrying around with flashlights.
My Aunt Winona looked frantic, pointing toward the fence line while my Uncle Sonny and a few older cousins combed the property, scanning the ground for signs of an intruder. They seemed genuinely worried, which made my chest tighten. Why would they be so alarmed if this was just some bad dream?
The adults were up until daybreak, but eventually, my sisters and I crashed again, too exhausted to stay vigilant. When the sun rose, I cornered Hossa's older brother, Lona, to see what was going on. He said Hossa had dozed off near an open window in the new house. At some point, something brushed his face.
He woke to see an old, pale woman pressing her head between the bars, her long gray hair nearly touching his cheek. She was staring down at him, smiling. Hossa panicked and screamed his head off, sending everyone into a frenzy. I admit I was skeptical. "'Out there, your mind can play tricks on you in the pitch-black darkness.' But Lona insisted that Hossa was certain he'd seen a real person.
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Chapter 6: What strange occurrences happened during the family gathering?
Saya let out a startled shout, dropped a pot on the ground, and ran to get help. By the time we all rushed in, flashlights sweeping every corner, scanning around the outside, the intruder was gone. But muddy handprints remained on the wall beneath that window. smearing downward as if someone had clung there for a few seconds, watching.
In the dawn light, Uncle Sani found a fresh set of footprints that led away from the new house, through the scrub, and straight up into the foothills. When we followed them a short way, we noticed small patches of disturbed earth, like whoever it was dragged their feet. We didn't dare go farther without a proper ceremony. Tana insisted we leave it alone.
she said some places have a hunger for fear and if you wander in unprepared you might find exactly what's been feeding on it we left the property a day earlier than planned none of us wanted to linger especially with the children so rattled in the adults tents all the time
On the drive back to the main road, hours of bumpy dirt paths before even seeing a single highway, I sat quietly, replaying everything in my head. It was more than just footprints and a glimpse of someone's face. It felt like the land itself was unsettled, like old energies from the mountains had slithered down to toy with us.
Years later, I asked my mother why everyone accepted Hosa's story so readily. She reminded me that these sightings weren't new. Some elders believed a spirit from the mountains took on that old woman's shape and ventured down to peer into windows or creep across fences, targeting families who let their guard down.
knowing we'd found footprints all around both houses made it impossible to dismiss it as a child's nightmare even now i don't love talking about it i don't go back to mexico often and when i do i stay in tana's old house with the windows sealed up
Relatives still speak of a pale figure who prowls around occasionally, especially during those large gatherings when people are too occupied to notice who or what might be sneaking around in the dark. Sometimes I catch myself wondering if there's something in the mountains, something that can wear a human face for a night, just to remind us it's still there.
The thought alone makes me reluctant to glance out a window after dark, as if I half expect to see that chilling smile right on the other side of the bars. I remember how the house felt too big that evening, despite how cramped it usually was. You'd think having two brothers around would make me feel safer, but it was just us against this uneasy vibe creeping into every corner.
Normally we'd all be at the dinner with the rest of the family, laughing, eating, and celebrating. Instead, we got stuck tending sheep, and the place felt hollow without our parents' voices echoing off those mudstone walls. It started with the dogs outside. They barked in this erratic way, like they couldn't decide if they were afraid or furious. My older brother said it was probably coyotes.
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Chapter 7: What warnings did the narrator receive about the land?
All I knew was I'd never forget how quickly fear could mutate into that kind of raw, desperate anger, and how the quiet of that night, broken only by a single flashlight's beam, made everything feel way too real. Morning arrived, but the sunlight didn't bring much relief. My brothers and I stumbled around, exhausted.
trying to pretend everything was normal part of me just wanted to sit and wait for our folks to come back instead we had chores to handle our sheep needed tending and i couldn't help feeling every step outside was a gamble my older brother kept pacing the front room eyes flicking to the windows
the younger one hovered near the door peering through narrow cracks i busied myself with feeding the few animals we had penned up close to the house even that routine felt off somehow the dogs normally eager to follow along stuck under the porch instead letting out low uneasy growls whenever i passed As the day went on, my nerves stayed raw.
The memory of that creature's grin and those burning eyes seemed stamped into the back of my mind. None of us wanted to admit we were spooked, but we couldn't hide how jumpy we were. At one point, a board creaked under our feet, and my younger brother dropped a tin bowl, the clang echoing through the house like a warning. Eventually, we realized we couldn't just hunker down forever.
We needed to check the sheep and see if anything had happened overnight. I slung a water jug over my shoulder, my brothers grabbed their own gear, and we trudged out into the yard. The dogs didn't join us. Out back, the first thing we spotted were footprints. They were huge and oddly shaped, pressed deep into the ground as if someone heavy or something had passed through.
Some looked smeared, like it dragged its feet or maybe moved on all fours. We stood there, heart pounding, exchanging uneasy glances. Part of me wished they were just boot prints from a random trespasser, but they were spaced too far apart for that. I heard a soft whistle from my brother, and he pointed at the corral fence.
A piece of wood was splintered near the top, which would take a ridiculous amount of force. My older brother started muttering that we had to do something, but the younger one shook his head. "'What are we gonna do? Chase it?' We both knew that wasn't happening."
by midday the sky was a glaring blue yet the tension still felt thick my older brother decided we should look in on the flock a couple of sheep were missing probably just strayed i told myself we couldn't risk losing them though so we set off across the dusty yard heading for the low hills where they usually wandered
the path out there was marked by scattered sagebrush and rough rocks our best dog the one that usually helped us herd followed at a distance we called to it but it refused to come any closer my older brother got frustrated but we both knew the dog wasn't spooked without a reason We finally spotted the missing sheep along a shallow ravine, huddled by a scraggly bush.
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