Real life encounter- skinwalker, or vampire?

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I came across this account of an encounter a person had while a 18 y/o driving on the I-80 in Nevada. This stretch of road is actually known for being an area where people disappear, and bodies are found on the side of the road. It is very remote, you can go some 300 miles between towns. I remember when I was close to the same age, I drove out through a part of Nevada a bit north of there. It was scary to be so remote, luckily I was not alone in the car, I had three passengers. It was a road that came east out of Susanville, a small highway. Nothing, absolutely nothing there. As we drove, we saw wild horses. Stopping on the road, it was like a carpet of obsidian rocks. We were actually trying to get to a fire opal mine I'd heard of...

The I-80 can be seen as a stretch of desolate highway where serial killers roam, perhaps a truck driver.

For background on this, see, Highway to Hell:
https://ididitforjodie.com/2014/06/16/h ... -off-ramp/

And yet, could there be something more to it, something supernatural? ... this was a very interesting eyewitness account:
“This happened to me when I had just turned 18 years old, just before I was to head off to college, and I had decided to take a road trip from my home town in California to Denver, Colorado to visit a friend of mine there. I did not have much money, and my parents thought it was a bit of a whimsical idea, but they let me go through with it anyway. I thought at the time that I could handle myself, and at 6’3″ and pretty muscular I suppose I have a somewhat intimidating enough presence, even then, that I foolishly thought I would not run into too many problems along the way, that no one would mess with me. Anyway, it was just to be a drive out there, after which I would stay two days and then come back. Simple. There was no real reason to think it was a particularly bad idea at the time.


Along the way, somewhere in the wilds of Nevada, it became obvious that the drive was to be a lot longer than I had expected, I had left my home too late, and I was getting tired and sleepy. If you have ever taken this drive then you might know that there are vast swaths where there is not a soul in sight for miles around. It might as well be the surface of the moon. There was really not much to see along this route, it was dark and empty, and with the endless, monotonous road ahead and the hypnotizing lane lines flickering by I caught myself nodding off at the wheel on several occasions. I did not really have the money for a hotel to stay at, I barely had enough money for food and gas, and so I decided to pull over at a highway rest area off the highway and take a nap in my car. I only planned to sleep for a couple of hours and then head off along that dark, desolate highway once more. The area was actually rather remote, with nothing around, and at the time there were no other vehicles there at that rest stop, giving it all a rather bleak and imposing atmosphere that made me wonder if it was a good idea to be there or not, but I ended up parking, putting my chair back, and falling asleep even as I turned over the idea of just continuing on my way in my head.

I awoke to a tapping on my car window. I jumped awake, and it was light enough that I at first thought it was early morning. I was somewhat startled to see a young man standing there peering in at me. He was a skinny young man who looked to be perhaps in his early twenties or late teens, not much older than myself at the time, and he was dressed normally, certainly not a vagrant or appearing particularly threatening in any noticeable way, although I immediately wondered why he was out there in the middle of nowhere and what he wanted. He then simply and calmly said “Open the door.” At this I immediately had a distinct sense of palpable menace, some undefinable feeling of threat, and was glad that I had locked the doors of my vehicle. I simply said no. He demanded again, “Open the door,” this time in almost a growl, and I soon noticed that there were two others with him lurking in the background, and that there was also a pick-up truck nearby, which I assumed to be theirs. Upon this truck was mounted a spotlight that was turned on and pointed at the ground, which was why the whole area seemed to be surprisingly illuminated. In actuality it was still the middle of the night.

This is where things get bizarre indeed. Thinking that it was just some kids screwing around, I took out a knife I had brought with me and just held it there where he could see it, which I guess was pretty stupid in retrospect, but remember I was just a dumb teenager and I thought this would maybe scare them away. It in fact had quite the opposite effect. The young man became absolutely infuriated, and let out what I can only describe as an animalistic howl or wail, quite chillingly inhuman in its intensity, as he violently shoved my car to send the vehicle quaking, and I actually felt it lift from the ground a bit. It was breathtakingly horrifying, totally out of nowhere, and was a jarring, frightening display of strength I never would have expected from a person, let alone someone with such a slim frame. It is hard to describe just the amount of alarm I felt at that moment.


This is when I noticed that the two other people with him in the background had something quite off about them. I could see that their eyes were either glowing or reflecting light like those of a cat, I don’t know which, which either way you might recognize as something that human eyes do not do. It also seemed that they were, I don’t know how to describe it, blurry? Fuzzy? Do you know how when you are watching a TV program with bad transmission and the people on the screen look jumpy and distorted? Can you imagine that? It was like that. They seemed distorted, broken, and vague, as if infused with some sort of static. It was almost as if they were tenuous, having trouble with staying in focus, staying in reality, having difficulty existing, or that they were quivering or moving to and fro at great speed. It was really very strange and although I suppose I am a decent writer I find it quite hard to fully describe in words. The next thing I knew, one of them, a girl around the same age as the man, who was now panting and scowling like a rabid dog, his visage twisted and contorted beyond the thin pane of window separating us, was suddenly just there beside him. One moment she was standing in the background some distance away, and then she just was right there in the blink of an eye. It was abrupt and disorienting to say the least. Then she also said “Open the door now.”

This is when I snapped out of my shock and started my car. I didn’t honestly didn’t think it would start, thinking that surely they must have done something to it to cripple it, and that I would be stuck there in its metal prison until they smashed their way in or someone came along to help, which was a slim possibility considering the sheer emptiness of the road and the fact that the chance that few vehicles passing by in the night would even know something was wrong was a remote possibility at best. To my genuine surprise the car did start, and I tore out of there as fast as I could. As I did so, the spotlight on the pick-up truck immediately sprung to life and swung up to home in on me, blinding in its brightness and following my car with perfect precision.

I stepped on the gas, and as I did I was shocked to see that one of them, not the original man or woman, probably the other one or even another hiding in the shadows who I had not seen, was running along side my car. I think it is important to mention that at this point I was almost to the actual highway and steadily picking up speed, perhaps going 40 miles an hour at that moment, yet there this person was, another young man, easily pacing me as the spotlight pierced forward to track me. As he ran, barely even looking tired, he reached out to knock on my window, and it was all so totally strange and frightening that I remember I let out a scream, something that I usually do not do and which I can probably count on one hand how many times I’ve done it. As I reached the highway and picked up speed he tried to keep up with me, banging on my window the whole time with increasing force, and probably made it up to around 50 miles per hour before he finally fell behind and faded into the distance. It was all absolutely mind boggling.

I just drove off as fast as I could, my foot heavy on the pedal, and although that persistent spotlight stayed on me until I was out of sight, the truck oddly did not give chase. I hauled ass until I reached an off-ramp into a populated place, and I must have sat there at a diner for about 3 hours, shaking and trembling at the whim of the adrenaline that was coursing through me. I could not keep my hands still, I must have looked a mess, and I remember the waitress asking if I was alright on numerous occasions, but I lied and said that I was just frightened because I had almost crashed out on the road. I don’t know why I didn’t tell anyone or call the police. It is probably because I didn’t think they would believe me, hell I barely believed it, and also the fact that I was eager to reach my destination and did not want to deal with the hassle, especially since I was in one piece despite my rattled state.


I never did tell my friend in Colorado about it, and indeed I have never told anyone at all about it until now. I was terrified to tell anyone about what really happened. This may all sound very dramatic, but I assure you it did happen, I am not exaggerating, and to this day it is rather traumatic to think about. I truly feel that I was not meant to make it out of there alive, and that I should have died or even worse at that rest area. My life was surely in some form of danger. I often find myself wondering how many other travelers along that desolate stretch of highway were confronted by those odd strangers, and what would have happened to me if I had opened my door as they had demanded. To this day, it gives me duress just to bring up these memories.”
http://mysteriousuniverse.org/2017/07/m ... inwalkers/

As I read this, what came to mind was, living vampire.

However, the feedback the author got had him look into skinwalkers. It seems that skinwalkers are more known/accepted in America in the 21st century as real, paranormal, physical beings, than vampires. But skinwalkers are kind of a catch-all for many paranormal or supernatural appearing humanoids. Skinwalkers can be a term applied to an encounter with what someone else may call a were-wolf or other were-creature, for example, according to the description of skinwalkers. Yet in the account above, there is no real evidence or clues that pointed to skinwalker - rather, it seemed like perhaps vampires on a hunt?

Could the disappearances and murders that have taken place in that particular area have to do with a group of not-so-nice living vampires who perhaps lives and blends in as humans in the town, and hunt the area? What do you think?


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Could be either. Skinwalkers are very nasty business, you don't become one on accident or for fun. They are probably as close to BA as a human can get as you have to commit very serious taboos for power to even become one. Like rape, murder, and cannibalism of a blood relation, and not necessarily in that order, for power. From what I remember reading, on the Navajo reservation, killing a known skinwalker is legal. Or if not exactly legal, the killing wouldn't be too closely investigated. A lot of people that know about them, won't talk about them as if you talk to the wrong person about them, (the skinwalker for instance) they will come after you.


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This is going to make me seem morbid, but he's lucky they didn't play with him more. If it was me hunting I would have cut his gas line. In a desolate area like that, it would have been sheer muckery to give the illusion of getting away to just have it fail. It would have been easy with him asleep.

I don't know if they were either, aren't skinwalkers usually solitary? And if they were vamps there just didn't seem to be enough manipulation going on. They just didn't seem to be very effective hunters. If they had a girl with them, playing on the guys instincts with a helpless girl in distress would have gotten him out of that car sooner then a show of force. And if they wanted to play with him the above would have been something likely to happen.

I might have seen to many horror movies...

This is interesting, but it just seems like they were playing with him and not being very serious. But, I guess if they had been serious then we wouldn't have this story, so I'm just going to say he's very lucky! Desolate areas like that are perfect backdrops for paranormal encounters.


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