When it looked at us was when it was really scary. The face had big eyes and the mouth was not evident. It could have been a person, but we knew it was not.

Its height was estimated at about 6-7 feet.

In school that next winter one of the boys that lived in the house nearest to the cemetery was telling the class that they had seen one in their house. It just appeared right in front of them.

They all talked about having a creepy, scary feeling before that. They ran out of the house and to one of the other boy’s houses. That was when I said that we had seen one and that we didn’t know what it was but that we had called it a grave monger because it was sort of shuffling around the graves in the cemetery.

I was laughed at for that. They thought the name was stupid.

Then they all started calling me a witch because we had been up by the cemetery. (Interjection by the Hedgehog: People always give me such a warm fuzzy feeling…)

That was back around 1985/ -86.

Years later my son came home. He was about 13-14 years old at the time. He told me he and his friends had seen something really strange and scary in the cemetery. I asked him to describe it and he explained the same thing.

That year my son and I moved out to a house near the river because I had a really good job and could afford it. When we were living in the house near (redacted) we started to have strange things happen in the house. I had no clue what was going on. I started to have horrible nightmares of a large werewolf stalking around the house at night. I wanted to call the police many times when things were happening outside, but in my nightmares the werewolf would kill the police and then let me know that it was my fault for calling them. Like they would be alive if I had not called them.

I will say that was the beginning of the skinwalkers, though I did not know it yet.

It was a conditioned nightmare.

The house was a 100 year old cabin built in 1913 and it was a heap of crap.

There were several fireplaces that had gone bad and been sealed over. The one that was still good was not functional. Things would come down that chimney and sit on the shelf and make noises. You could hear scratching on the brick walls where they had sealed the other fireplaces off.

One night I was awakened in the night by a feeling.

I lay there in bed and listened, hearing nothing, but knowing that something was not right.

That was the night I heard someone knock on the side of my house. I got up and slowly walked to the door and stood there listening. I peeked through the crack in the curtains and saw a man standing in the yard.

He was under a deer skin. Wearing blue jeans and a t-shirt.

He moved so fast it was mind boggling.

He ran behind a tree and I had to think about what I had just seen. Then while I watched him he ran to the gate, but instead of opening the gate and leaving he jumped the fence. The fence around the yard was 4 feet tall. The man stopped for a split second and then flat footed without effort he jumped the fence….and ran off into the night.

Over the next couple of months I lost everything. Both of my vehicles broke down. My job went away. I found another one, but had trouble keeping it. And wound up losing the house. I moved back in with my father who was suddenly diagnosed with Cancer.

Within 11 months of being diagnosed he died.

In the mean time my father had sold his house to one of my brothers.

My brother quickly kicked out our mother. My father was still alive and living in the house. My brother was supposed to be taking care of him. I was living in the house in the basement apartment. It was not a good time or situation.

I overheard so many conversations that my two brothers and my sister had that I was beginning to wonder what was going on. It was like they were playing a game and they were winning. But somehow it seemed that the prize was destroying my life and then killing me.

Jealousy and hatred.

After my father had died I found a little house out in the country.

We moved out there, and it was around that time that I had an old friend call me out of the blue.

She said that she had gone to her medicine man for something for herself and while he was working to help her he stopped and got this horrified look on his face and just stared at her. Then he asked her if she had any friends in Colorado. She said yes.

She had lived in Colorado for a few years but was currently in Arizona. She had a lot of friends in Colorado. The medicine man asked her to bring photos and she did. He picked me out of the photos and told her that I was in grave danger.

The skinwalkers were after me.”

The Skinwalker/ Fleshgait connection, part 2