Skin-walkers [COMPLETED]

Five

I ran.

I looked back, maybe once or twice, hoping it wasn't following me.

It wasn't.

When I got back to camp, everyone was so focused in the body, they didn't notice me running into my trailer.

In my trailer, I made a call to the local sheriff, who was already on the way after Carl's death, and I didn't come out of my trailer until the sheriff was here.

After his death, a huge lawsuit was filed against our company for not finishing the job, but nobody wanted to go back to work after what happened.  I was one of the first people packed up and ready to leave, so I went back to the local bar where I saw the old man.  I found him sitting in the same spot I found him, sitting and drinking.  But before I could even speak, the man spoke.

"I warned them, they can't go around talking about stuff like that and not expect anything to happen."

I didn't say anything, and asked him what I needed to know, "Did he really take his life, or was it a .... a skinwalker?"

The old man looked up and said in a very serious tone, "Don't talk about them, the talk attracts their attention..."

The man got up and left.

I took his advice, and never said it again.

It was the last time I ever spoke aloud again.