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Author's Note: This story comes from a friend of mine that I used to share an apartment with. I interpreted it as a werewolf encounter at the time, but have since learned about Skinwalkers and am leaning more towards that explanation now. A creepy story either way.
MonDak's Note: I'm leaning towards an actual Dogman... there just isn't a dense population of Native American's in this part of Wyoming... I wonder exactly what was seen? Back to the story.
My room-mate, a guy we'll call Jim, spent his high-school years in a little town in eastern Wyoming. I can't recall the name of the town, but it was the kind of place that most people had forgotten about since the trains had stopped coming through. It was a very weird little town, and most of the people living there seemed to be very paranoid. A lot of parents would not let their children play outside after dark, and all unfamiliar faces were regarded with suspicion. Since the town was miles away from the nearest McDonald's or Movie Theater or shopping mall, there was nothing for young people to do but get shit-faced drunk. That's what Jim and his friends were planning to do on the night that this story takes place.
A fellow classmate was having a kegger at his parents' house that night, which was twenty miles out of town on a dirt road somewhere. Jim had reservations about driving out there in the dark, because that general area was known to be sort of creepy at night, but his friends really wanted to go and he was the only one with a car. So, after some coaxing, Jim and about five of his friends pile into his Buick and head out of town. About half an hour later, they realize that they are lost. They can't find the road that they are supposed to turn on, and it's too dark to read any of the signs. They haven't seen any houses or cars for a while, so they figure they must have taken a wrong turn somewhere and decide to head back to the main road.
After turning the car around and driving in the opposite direction for a few miles, Jim spots something in the middle of the road up ahead. His friend in the passenger seat notices it at the same time, and says “What the fuck is that, dude?” At first, they can’t tell what they are looking at, but as the car draws nearer to the big black shape in the middle of the road, it starts to look like a mass of fur. Jim thinks it must be an animal, but it looks big enough to do damage to his car, so he slows down and stops the car about 20 feet away from the thing. At this point, it is completely illuminated by his headlights, but neither he nor his passengers can figure out what the hell kind of animal it might be. Since it hasn’t moved, they assume it must be dead and start to argue over who will drag it over to the side of the road. That’s when the thing starts to move. They all fall silent and watch as it stirs, then suddenly stands up.
Jim would always preface the next part of the story with “I know this sounds crazy, but-“. He says he can’t really describe what he saw, because he had never seen anything like it before. The closest he can come is this: the thing, whatever it was, was about seven feet tall when it rose to its full height. Its body was shaped like a human male, but it was covered with a thick, dark fur. The head, he said- and I watched the goose bumps break out on his arms as he said it- was not human. It looked almost like a jackal or a German Shepherd, with a long snout and pointed ears, and its eyes were glowing in the headlights the way that a cat’s eyes sometimes glow. It was staring right at them. Jim doesn’t know how long he stared back at the thing before he noticed that it was clutching a dead rabbit in one of its enormous hands (paws?). He had barely had time to register this bit of information when the creature suddenly flung the dead rabbit away and took a step toward the teenagers in the car. Everyone screamed, and Jim slammed the car into reverse, made a U-turn, and got the hell out of there.
Needless to say, they didn’t make it to the party that night.
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