REAL Skinwalker Encounters That Will Keep You Awake Tonight
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What is discussed at the start of this section?
I'm posting this from a throwaway account for reasons that will make sense later. I'm not here to argue about beliefs or culture or what a skinwalker really is. I'm just telling you what happened to me and my two friends in the Utah desert in late September a few years ago. If you need everything to have a neat explanation or fit neatly into your worldview, you're probably going to think I'm lying. I wish I was. I grew up in Salt Lake and the desert was just always… there. Background. You drive through it to get to Moab or Zion or Lake Powell. You see photos of Delicate Arch, tourists crowding around it for sunset, all that. But what most people don't see are the huge stretches of nothing in between.
No services, no lights at night, dirt roads that go on for hours and don't show up on Google Maps. That's where this happened. It started as a bros trip. The kind of plan you make half-joking until someone actually pulls up the weather and you realize there's no reason not to go. It was me, Ryan, and Miguel. I'd known Ryan since middle school. He's the kind of guy who collects hobbies. Rock climbing, astrophotography, overlanding, you name it. He's the one who had the lifted Tacoma with all the recovery gear and the big rooftop tent. so most of our adventures kind of revolved around whatever he wanted to try next. Miguel was a friend from work. Quieter, but he had this dry, dark sense of humor that made everything feel a little less serious.
He'd been going through a rough breakup, and when I floated the idea of getting out of town for a long weekend, he said yes before I'd even finished explaining. The original plan was simple. Leave Friday afternoon, drive down past Green River, cut off onto the BLM road somewhere between the San Rafael Swell and the Navajo Nation border, find a remote campsite, and spend two nights under stupidly bright stars. No crowds, no reservations, no rangers. Just us, a fire, and the kind of silence you can't get near the city. We weren't total idiots about it. We had extra water, a GPS, paper maps, first aid, radios, brand new tires on the truck. I'd camped a lot, and Ryan was almost annoyingly careful with safety.
We even had a PLB, personal locator beacon, in case something went really sideways. Looking back, that almost makes it worse. We did everything right, and it still didn't matter. The first weird thing happened at a gas station. We stopped in Green River to top off, because there's this unspoken rule in the desert, if you see gas, you get gas. I went inside to grab some snacks and pay, and while Miguel was fawning over the beef jerky wall and Ryan was scoping out the cooler for drinks, I ended up in line behind this older guy. He looked like somebody had carved him out of the land around us. Weathered, dark skin, deep lines in his face, gray hair tied back under a sun-bleached hat. He had on a faded denim shirt with pearl snaps and dusty work pants, the kind of guy who could probably fix anything with bailing wire and duct tape.
He glanced at the topo map rolled up under my arm and then at the jerry cans we were filling outside. "'Y'all heading out past the highway?' he asked, just sort of casual. "'Yeah,' I said. "'Just camping on BLM land. Friend of mine knows some roads out there.' He shifted his attention to the window, where Ryan was checking his tire pressure like he always did." There's plenty of places closer, he said. Why you gotta go so far out? I laughed a little. Stars, less people, you know. He didn't laugh. Instead, he said, you stick to the main tracks. You see something looks like a shortcut, you ignore it. You hear somebody calling you after dark, you don't answer. Not even if it sounds like your mom. That last part hit weird, like he'd taken a conversation we hadn't had yet and dropped it in the middle of the store.
I kind of smiled awkwardly. Okay, yeah, we'll be careful. He finally looked straight at me and there was nothing playful in his expression. You boys stay on the highway side of the line, he said. Don't cross where you don't belong.
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Chapters
8 chapters
1
What is discussed at the start of this section?
0:22–5:17
2
What happened during the bros trip to the Utah desert?
5:17–12:43
3
What unusual encounter occurred at the gas station?
12:43–44:51
4
How did the group react to the eerie voice in the desert?
44:51–56:20
5
What strange experiences did the friends share after their trip?
56:20–57:08
6
What unsettling events lead to the decision to stay indoors?
57:08–57:40
7
How did the group's perception of danger change during their stay?
57:40–58:22
8
What final encounter leads to a sense of urgency to leave?
58:22–1:47:07
Speakers
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