I came home from school completely out of it. Tired, drained you name it. I go and lay down. I usually don't get home till around 5 do to the fact I have to pick up my younger sister from school and we live way out in the middle of no where. I was about 17 at the time of the skinwalker incounter, I've heard the story's of the skinwalker but of course never believing them. I believed my grandfather had only made the story's up to scare me and my older brothers growing up, Untill this day I don't know what I believe anymore. Again I get home about 5 and lay down, I put my sister in the living room with a snack and the tv. I go lay down falling asleep near instanly and I don't wake till about 11 o'clock that night. I role over my eyes adjusting to the light of my bedside lamp I had on. I rub my eyes and squint looking at the alarm clock on the table saying it was 11:24. I remember I never made my lunch and knowing I won't have time in the morning to make it. I get up and walk past my sisters room she's fast asleep I go down stairs and walk past my parents room they are again asleep. I head into the living room to see my baby sister who at this point was 4, you know how we all have those randome times when we are young that we just love sleeping on the couch; yeah she was going through one of those. She sees me and Crys out "I'm scared" I go sitting next to her "what wrong sweetheart" I ask brushing her hair behind her ear as she sits there looking at the tv not making eye contact with me. "I'm really scared" she says in a sweet but timid voice. "Well come to bed with me when I'm done with what I need done" I say kissing her forehead "okay "she says rolling over and looking at the back of the couch. I head to the kitchen I grab my lunch box off the top of the fridge and putting it on the island. I open the sunroom door and I step on to the cold cement ground. It's winter and 20°s outside. The sunroom has 3 doors one that goes from the house to the kitchen, one straight across the from this door that leads to the side of the house, and one a few feet away from the fridge we kept in there on the west wall, the top half of the walls are netting and the bottom is wood; but the doors are completely netting with a metal plastic rimming. I opened the fridge door and got a lunchable and a water out of it and shut the door. When I went to turn I looked up at the door on the west wall seeing a creature that can only be described and a coyote or a wolf that stud on its hine legs and was quadruple the size of a normal coyote. I drop my things the water bouncing and it hitting my foot. With the ground already being cold and friged the water bottles chill sent shivers down my spine. I examined the creature more. It fur was matted and full of what I could only assume is blood, it snarled, it's teeth sharp and rigid, it's hair black and gray. Then it spoke "Honey let me in" its voice sounding exactly like my mother's. It was sweet and southern, her voice was different it had a twang that was all its own. It put its hands to the netting its hands and fingers curled unnatural. I could feel my body stiffen I couldn't move I was paralyzed with fear. It raised one finger from its hand and placed it on the netting piercing it and began dragging it down words ripping the netting. At this point I booked it. I ran inside and to my parents room screaming the whole way. I told them what I had saw and they didn't believe me. We walked out into the sunroom, the creature nowhere in sight. We walked toward the door unlocking it and walking out then shutting it again locking it back. As he looked through the he door he realized something. The netting had been ripped and there was hair stuck in it. He looked close at it grabbing it from the fabrics of the nets. It was black and matted with blood on it. He looks up and I look at him seeing his face go from wondering to terror, he yelled for us to go inside. I was first in sprinting like I did once before, my mother right behind me, and my dad right behind her. He shuts the door, luckily the door heading into the house was a big wooden door. He locks in and bolts it, Putting his back to it. After talking me and my mother down or well trying to, we go lay down; he tells me we are fine and there's no need to worry we will be perfectly fine. I got no sleep that night. I kept hearing scratches on my window. I was terrified maybe I was paranoid or maybe it was the skin Walker, I will never know. I don't sleep much after that night, and I refuse to live in any wooded areas like I did then. The skinwalker seems to follow me I see him everywhere. When I look out my car window at nights or when I look out my window I see him in the bushes. Rummer has it that when you look into a skin Walker's eyes he follows you and kills you, and now I'm afraid my day will be I see him more and more. I never asked my dad what he saw that night and I don't think I ever will; I just hope he doesn't meet the same fait I do.
