“Mommy, how old are you?” “32.” “Oh. That’s a good age to die, I suppose.”
As someone who is trained in the sciences, I cannot prove that what happened to me was objectively real, but I can swear that what I experienced was genuine horror. A fear which in my life, I’m glad to say, has never been equalled.
I was sitting in my bed at 2:00 AM, morose and contemplating my station in life, when, big surprise, the shouting started.
My mother was raised on the Navajo reservation by her grandfather (a Navajo medicine man) and would always tell me stories about her childhood. However, most fascinating to me were her stories of skinwalkers, which she was always very hesitant to talk about — let alone write about.
Fear is a terribly fascinating thing.
“It felt like somebody pressed a button to switch me off.”
“My real mom and dad were killed when the bad men came.”
Thirty-nine-year-old Megan Huntsman of Pleasant Grove, Utah, has allegedly confessed to fatally strangling and suffocating six of her newborn babies from 1996 to 2006.
Some of these images are not safe for life.
We ran inside freaking out and at that exact moment the power failed and all the lights in the house went out.