"My name is Henry Johnson I remember walking home Tuesday night when it happened I recall turning the corner to go onto my street as I did I was attacked." this was the beginning of a story Henry Johnson was telling detectives before he was attacked. January 9th 1994 "hours before my attack I was on a date with a girl I met on a dating site we got coffee then saw a movie." detective Morrison was enticed by what Henry was saying. "so was she with you when the attack took place?" detective Morrison asked "yes she was" answered Johnson "so did you get a look at who or what it was?" "I did it was bipedal and very large covered in thick black skin." "was it furry?" "no." just then detective Morrison jumped up and said. "boy what you saw was a skin walker!" "a skin walker what the fuck is a skin walker?!" Johnson asked in a shaky voice "this." and detective Morrison handed Henry a photo and this is what he saw.
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"what the fuck?" Henry said "that picture was taken moments before my friend was killed last year this fucker is the perpetrator I know it. that night Henry and Morrison both armed with guns went camping and that was the last anyone heard of them. the next day a hiker found to body's both battered and bloody there eyes where ripped out of the sockets and there penis's had been ripped off. and both where beaten beyond recognition. it was later determined to be the body's of Henry Johnson and Phil Morrison.
