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Oak Street Skin Walkers

I’m not a Native American, I’m simply a Mexican girl… but North Americans talk about skin walkers and stuff like that… At the reservation you would see many shadows darker then dark itself. I was there for two weeks. I think  I was in Chinle Reservation. You need two flashlights to light your way and a knife in case some stray dog tries to attack you.

Anyway, I usually don’t believe what  those Arizona Indians say, for their reputation. I was  trying to find my way back to my friends house, which took a few hours. I was getting a little too creepy already. I felt as if I was being followed so I just tried walking faster to keep up. I tried to hitchhike but no one would give me a ride so I kept walking trying to find a path to walk into since walking on the hills only make you walk  around again.

I heard some fast …

August 19th, 2009 by Caretaker 

Native American Chokehold

Last year in July of 2008, I had decided to go on a trip to Arizona by myself. It was a personal adventure, and a way for me to learn how to be more independent (I have certain phobias, and this was suppose to help shock me into not fearing being alone). I chose the mystical land of Arizona, or maybe it chose me.

From the moment my plane landed in the 107 degree oven of Arizona, I felt at home. I felt like everything was as it was suppose to be, and I was enthralled with it all. Once set up at the hotel, I was ready to start sightseeing. I hit the streets of Old Scottsdale, and came upon a curious little galleria called the Ancient Arts Galleria. It was incredible in there, and I asked for permission to shoot pictures. The curators were very friendly, and allowed me to take pictures.

I finally noticed a basket filled …

August 13th, 2009 by Caretaker 

Shadow Creatures and the Tuurnagait in the Woods

As a 77 year old man, I have lived an extraordinary life and have seen many things, but none of things that ever happened to me was as terrifying or horrific as when I spent my first summer as a 14 year old boy in the pacific northwest on a camping trip. The memory of that time still terrorizes me to this day when I think of it. I want to share my story with all of you.

It was 1946, just one year after WW 2. My father moved the family (my mother, younger sister and me) from Chicago to Washington State. My father was offered and accepted a job in the logging industry, and after the war, we all packed up everything we owned and headed out on the road together. As I recall it took us about a week. I was excited and nervous about the move we were making. Little did I know at that time …

July 16th, 2009 by Caretaker 

Native American Girl And The Evil Shadow

This happened a while ago, but it still haunts me to this day.

When I was seven years old, my two year old brother kept having asthma (I can never spell that right) attacks. Well, this was at two in the morning and my grandma offered to stay with me at home and let me sleep, while my parents took Ethan (my brother) to the hospital.

My grandma had fallen asleep in the living room and I had yet to fall back asleep in my room.  In the haste to get out the door, my mom and dad had left the door to the garage open. I got out of bed and wondered down to the door. I was about to close it when I heard a sobbing noise coming from the darkness of the garage.

I stepped inside and turned on the light. What I saw was a small Native American girl, about my age and height, weeping on …

February 28th, 2009 by Caretaker 

The Haunted Smoke Shop

This is my second encounter that I want to document. I have told you the story of ‘My Haunted Home’. Again, let me start my story off with a piece of information. I have been told by several different people that I am probably sensitive to paranormal activity around me. Not so much as my mother, I know that she has spoken with spirits before, but give me my due. I’ve had my share.

I work for the Choctaw Nation of Oklahoma, a mere three minute drive from my home. We have a spirit residing in the store, whom we call ‘The Man in the Blue Shirt’. Being a fan of the Japanese culture, my self, I have started calling him ‘Aoi-san’, which I find more ‘cute’ and more simple than ‘The Man in the Blue Shirt’. So this is what I will call him in this story. ‘Aoi-san’ roughly means ‘Mr. Blue’.

My first experience was rather simple. I …

May 14th, 2008 by Caretaker 

Native American Indian Ghosts

I am writing this story on the behalf of an ex-co-worker of mine who I find to be very sane and credible.

I was working at a solar field located close to Barstow California, in the Mojave desert.  One day at work we were talking about ghosts and creepy things like that. While we were talking about them my co-worker said yeah you guys probably won’t believe me but this place is haunted. I personally had no reason to doubt him. I’m one who thinks with an open mind and also had a previous ghostly experience.

He said that one day around 2 p.m. he was checking on an area making sure that things were working right, when all the sudden he heard what sounded like coyotes yelping and howling. He said he thought to himself that it was pretty odd to hear coyotes howling and yelping around 2 p.m. coyotes only yelp and howl at night and early in …

February 9th, 2008 by Caretaker 

Sunflower My Native American Ghost Friend

Submitted to us by Michelle Bliss

Hi, every weekend other weekend I go to a farm. This farm is on Native American land. the first day I went there she showed me these metal rods (still cant remember what they are) she told me to hold them in my hand and sense my energy they started spinning around.

When I went outside I programmed them and started asking questions, ‘is there a spirit here’, ‘is it my age’, ‘is it a girl’. All were yes.

I guessed its name on the first try, knowing that she was telling me. I told Maryann and she told me that she talked to Sunflower (the ghost) on a regular basis to this day I still talk to her.

October 15th, 2007 by Caretaker 
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