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My Encounter

This is my first time coming out about this encounter, I wanted to forget it but this memory found it's way back into my head. Just thinking about this makes my skin crawl and sends me into a state of paranoia. I made an account just to get this off my chest and maybe meet others who had a similar experience. I came across an tweet yesterday, my friend was on a trip to Gallup, New Mexico to see her grandmother. For some reason it brought up some disturbing memories of a recent trip with my Dad.

It was the summer of last year, I had just graduated from college and I saved up enough money for my Dad, younger brother, and I to do our dream road trip down Route 66. We live in LA so we figured we would start there and make our way up Route 66 and see how for we could go.

The first few days of the trip was great, nothing weird or bad happened. We stopped at Holbrook and tried to stay at the Wigwam Motel, but unfortunately it was all booked. My Dad and I made the decision to drive to Gallup since it was about an 3 to 4 hour drive from where we were. So we hopped in the car and began our drive to Albuquerque.

I was driving since my dad had been driving all day. He slept in the passenger seat while my younger brother sat in the back counting the cars as we passed. It was around 1 am and the road seemed awfully empty, I'm not sure if that was normal or not but if didn't feel right to me. While I was driving, I saw a very large dog walking on the road ahead of us. It was just trotting, minding it's own business. I was able to slow down a bit before we could really get close to it. I figured if I got a little closer it would get scared and run off to the side so I could continue. But it didn't, it just kept trotting. Not picking up speed, not even the slightest hint of moving. I got a little bit closer and I began to notice how long and skinny it's legs were, it's fur was black but you could see the dried up mud clumps in it's coat.

My brother looked forward altering noticing how slow we were going. "Why are you going so slow?" He asked. "Cause there's a big ass dog in front of us and it won't move." I said, a bit irritated at the situation. "The honk so he can move!" He said and before I could stop him he lead over and honked the horn himself. The large animal turned around and ran off to the side of the road. But in that split second that it turned around, which felt that 10 minutes, I saw it's face. It was a human face, but its snout looked a lot longer than a normal humans but short that a dogs. It's eyes were red but reflected in the headlights like an animals eyes would. As it snarled, a row of canine teeth were visible.

My stomach felt twisted and my heart stopped, once it was off the road I stepped on the gas and started hauling ass. The sudden gas pushed my brother back, who also saw what I just did and had lost all words. He must have looked out the left window because I heard him scream and looked to my left to see that "thing" running on the side of our car. We made eye contact and it's jaw opened, it let out an unearthly cry before it rammed it's body into the car. It's sudden weight almost made the car go off road and crash, luckily I was able to hold us steady. My dad woke up by the time he heard my brother scream, he saw it as well.

" DRIVE!" He yelled. "I AM, I AM!" I shouted, looking back in the mirrors and off to the side to see if it was still following us. I could see it's figure slowly fade into the darkness behind, but I would be an idiot if I even tried tok slow down. Eventually we were pulled over by a cop, we told him what had happened and he seemed to be scared himself because let us off with a warning and was kind enough to escort us as far as he could to make sure we were safe. We were able to get a motel, but we couldn't sleep. I'll never forget that things face, how haunting it was.

The rest of the trip was okay after that, nothing weird. We managed to reach Missouri before going back home to LA, my Dad and brother never talked about it because we knew what it was. Before my mother died a couple years back, she use to tells us folklore of her Navajo people. The skinwalker was one time kind of story, she told me once and then never again. She did so as a warning if I ever did see one. I never thought I would until that trip.

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