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Jagd auf den Skinwalker: Auf einer abgelegenen Ranch in Utah stellen sich Forscher dem Unerklärlichen | Kelleher, Colm A., Knapp, George | ISBN. Skinwalker, auch Skin-switcher genannt, ist die Bezeichnung eines mythischen Wesens vornehmlich der Navajo-Folklore. Die Navajo selbst nennen das Wesen in ihrer Sprache Yeenaldlooshii oder Naaldlooshii. Skinwalker Ranch, Mystery, Mystery auf History, Ancient Aliens, Utah, Aliens, Außerirdische, paranormal, Skinwalker.

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Skinwalker, auch Skin-switcher genannt, ist die Bezeichnung eines mythischen Wesens vornehmlich der Navajo-Folklore. Die Navajo selbst nennen das Wesen in ihrer Sprache Yeenaldlooshii oder Naaldlooshii. Skinwalker (deutsch etwa „Hautgänger“), auch Skin-switcher („Hautwechsler“) genannt, ist die Bezeichnung eines mythischen Wesens vornehmlich der. Das Geheimnis der Skinwalker Ranch. Viele halten es für einen Ort des Übernatürlichen. Andere wiederum nehmen an, das Gebiet wäre verflucht. Terry Sherman. Skinwalker Ranch, Mystery, Mystery auf History, Ancient Aliens, Utah, Aliens, Außerirdische, paranormal, Skinwalker. christoph kummer. Die Geschichte der Skinwalker-Ranch klingt wie der Plot für eine klischeebeladene Science-Fiction-Fernsehserie. Wohl die. - Deutsche TV-Premiere von „Das Geheimnis der Skinwalker Ranch“ ab September immer mittwochs ab Uhr in Doppelfolgen auf. - Im Mittelpunkt der Sonderprogrammierung steht die neue Doku-Reihe „Das Geheimnis der Skinwalker Ranch“, die am September um

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And before the Europeans, of course, indigenous peoples occupied the Uinta Basin. A fence that surrounds the main buildings on Skinwalker Ranch.

Not everything the Shermans saw on their ranch was sky-borne UFOs. They also claimed to see mysterious large animals: most notably, a wolf three times the size of a normal wolf that Terry shot at close range multiple times with a rifle—to seemingly no effect.

As he detailed in Hunt for the Skinwalker, the creature was approximately 50 yards away, watching the team safely from a tree perch 20 feet off the ground.

After Kelleher fired at the creature with a rifle, it disappeared. It looked unusual: a single large print in the snow with two sharp claws protruding from the rear of the mark going a couple of inches deeper.

It almost looked like a bird of prey, maybe a raptor print, but huge and, from the depth of the print, from a very heavy creature. A view of one of the old homesteads from the top of the mesa on Skinwalker Ranch.

Skin-walker stories told among Navajo children may be complete life and death struggles that end in either skin-walker or Navajo killing the other, or partial encounter stories that end in a stalemate.

Non-Native interpretations of skin-walker stories typically take the form of partial encounter stories on the road, where the protagonist is temporarily vulnerable, but then escapes from the skin-walker in a way not traditionally seen in Navajo stories that take place away from home.

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. This article is about the figure of Native American legend. For other uses, see Skin-walker disambiguation.

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Skinwalker Jagd auf den Skinwalker: Auf einer abgelegenen Ranch in Utah stellen sich Forscher dem Unerklärlichen | Kelleher, Colm A., Knapp, George | ISBN. Um die Skinwalker Ranch, einem ländlichen Anwesen im US-Bundesstaat Utah, ranken sich seit Jahrzehnten Mythen und Gerüchte. Hier sollen UFOs oder. Ganz im Stile des erfolgreichen Pseudo-Dokumentarfilms „Paranormal Activity“, basiert „Skinwalker Ranch“ auf angeblich echtem, gefundenem Filmmaterial.

After all, it is difficult to believe that a humanoid figure has been transforming into a four-legged animal and terrorizing families in the American Southwest.

Terry Sherman, the father of the family, was walking his dogs around the ranch late at night when he encountered a wolf.

But this was no ordinary wolf. It was perhaps three times bigger than a normal one, had glowing red eyes, and stood unfazed by three close-range shots Sherman blasted into its hide.

Twitter Terry and Gwen Sherman sold the so-called Skinwalker Ranch in — after only having owned it for 18 months.

After they moved out, several new owners experienced eerily similar encounters with these creatures and today, the ranch has become a hub of paranormal research, aptly renamed Skinwalker Ranch.

While paranormal investigators probe the property with novel inventions, what they seek has a history that is centuries old.

So, what is a Skinwalker? Some traditions believe that Skinwalkers are borne of a benevolent medicine man who abuses indigenous magic for evil.

The medicine man is then given mythical powers of evil, that vary from tradition to tradition, but the power all traditions mention is the ability to turn into or possess an animal or person.

Other traditions believe a man, woman, or child can become a Skinwalker should they commit any kind of deep-seated taboo.

Wikimedia Commons The Navajo believe Skinwalkers were once benevolent medicine men who acheived the highest level of priesthood, but chose to use his power to inflict pain.

The Skinwalkers are described as being mostly animalistic physically, even when they are in human form. They are reportedly near-impossible to kill except with a bullet or knife dipped in white ash.

Little more is known about the purported being, as the Navajo are staunchly reluctant to discuss it with outsiders — and often even amongst each other.

Traditional belief portends that speaking about the malevolent beings is not only bad luck but makes their appearance all the more likely.

Native American writer and historian Adrienne Keene explained how J. In , a couple of outsiders were introduced to the legend after a series of inexplicable events occurred at their new ranch.

Terry and Gwen Sherman first observed UFOs of varying sizes hovering above their property, then seven of their cows died or disappeared. One was reportedly found with a hole cut into the center of its left eyeball.

Another had its rectum carved out. The cattle the Shermans did find dead were both surrounded by an odd, chemical smell.

One was found dead in a clump of trees. The branches above appeared to have been cut off. It was very bizarre. Perhaps most terrifying were the voices Terry Sherman heard while walking his dogs late one night.

His dogs went berserk, barked, and ran back hastily to the house. YouTube The ranch is now fortified with barbed wire, private property signs, and armed guards.

He established the National Institute for Discovery Science on the grounds and put up substantial surveillance. The goal was to assess what exactly had been going on there.

Colm Kelleher spotted a large humanoid figure perched in a tree. Many Navajo people, including my own family, are very reluctant to speak about Skinwalkers because it is believed to attract their attention.

However, I grew up away from the Navajo Nation and was very naive about the subject. When it came to Skinwalkers, I was an absolute skeptic.

She described it as a black dog with dirty fur, a twisted noodle-like front leg, and these unnatural eyes with a soft burnt orange glow. Me being my own closed minded self doubted every word, but I never said my doubts aloud.

Me and my family had just finished going to the carnival at the Navajo Nation Fair and called it night. The house was close enough where we could walk home in just 10 minutes, so we did.

When we got there it was about 9 at night where we stayed up until about 2 catching up about family affairs and the local news.

So she and my grandfather both decide to go to bed. Your cousin had nightmares the whole night and woke up crying that morning. Not wanting to push the discomfort any further, we all decided to go to bed.

Everyone had drifted off to sleep except me, because my mind was still going a million miles a minute about Skinwalkers and wondered if I ever encounter one while here on the reservation.

As a kid I was told it was taboo to think about Skinwalkers because it can still call their attention. Just as I was settling and finally getting relaxed for sleep, I started to hear something moving outside.

I get up from the couch and start wandering over to the kitchen window. In the trailer, all of the rooms have the lights out so the only visible light that can be seen is from the porch light out front.

So I muster up the courage and take a quick scan of outside. From the porch light all I can see is the dusty ground and the vehicles that my family drove along with some old metal trashcans that stood beside the road.

Only have taken two steps, I hear what sound like a distorted scream coming from outside, definitely close by. Fear rising, I look outside again and there I see it!

A coyote-like figure was staring at my direction from behind the cars, just outside of the reach of the porch light. Only it looked, awfully wrong, and gave off an evil vibe just from seeing it.

It was grey with very disheveled hair and a horrific orange-red soft glow came from its eyes. I noped the hell out and ran back to the bedroom.

It was at this moment I had begun to also notice an awful stench in the air that smelled like rotting meat. What the hell are you talking about??

Then we heard it, the thing outside started making more of its dreadful like screams and started what sounded like thrashing outside on the ground.

It walked with an odd limp and dragged its back right leg as if it has handicapped. We could hear it start to scratch against the door and make this odd muffled moaning sound.

Well all this commotion was enough to get the rest of the trailer up as they came out into the hallway. Apparently they already knew exactly what to do as my grandfather got out a handgun from a drawer and a bag of ashes.

He coated a few bullets and loaded them into the gun and went straight to the door. Yelling out more Navajo that was too fast for me to comprehend he swung open the door and fired twice.

The thing managed to escape before my grandpa could put a bullet in it. Morning comes and my grandparents call one of their neighbors and explain to them what happened.

I still plan on going back for visits to the family and the Northern Navajo Nation Fair fun stuff! I just adamantly hope that I never have such an awful experience like that again.

I forget why we went out there but it had to be important because my dad never tagged along with us out there.

Anyways, come night time and everyone is asleep except me. Since my grandpa was up there in years he had a long wooden ramp to his door.

I was expecting something to come to the door and knock, but nothing happened except that it kept walking up and down the ramp.

My grandpa lived about 25 minutes away from the nearest town and the only neighbors around are other family members. Instead I calmly walk to the back bedroom where my mom and dad are asleep.

I lay down on the floor and try to sleep. Meanwhile whatever is walking around outside is still doing its thing.

After a couple of minutes I hear my mom attempt to wake up my dad and see if he can hear it. This relieves me because I thought she was asleep the whole time.

I tell her I hear it too and we lay there and listen. My dad is not the best at being coherent after sleep and he falls back to sleep right away.

It stops after a couple of minutes. I freak out again and this time just go to the back bedroom and lay down and go to sleep.

I also forgot to mention a weird thing my grandpa said that made sense later. This all happened about 5 years ago. We took a ride about 50 miles to this old Spanish ruin called Quarai in New Mexico that was once the seat of the Inquisition.

So we jump the front gate to the place and start exploring. One of my friends brought a flute with him and he started playing it and about 30 seconds into his mediocre playing, something started screaming really really loud on the tops of the long-destroyed walls of the place.

We got the fuck out of there one of my friends pissed his pants and drove for a few hours to Bandelier National Monument where we planned to camp out at for the rest of the weekend.

We got to Bandelier at probably like 6 or 7am and set up our camp. After a few hours just talking about what the hell happened at the ruins, I went to talked a piss probably only like feet from our camp.

This is where everything starts getting a little fuzzy. I remember seeing two dust devils coming my way and when I turned around again, two of my friends were there and they were motioning me to follow them.

I followed them for what seemed like 10 or 15 minutes and then I snapped out of it. Both of these friends were brunette.

Monsters in movies are nothing compared to this. I turned around and ran as fast as I could back the way I came from. After like 5 minutes of a full sprint, I got back to that rock that I pissed at and found our camp.

I told them what happened with the look-alike Skinwalkers and we packed up everything and left probably within like 10 minutes and got the hell back to Albuquerque.

We made it New Orleans, almost died from culture shock, and turned around and headed to Magnolia, MS to get some sleep.

We stayed at Magnolia Inn, it was a shit hole, but it was nice and cool. It was May or June, in south MS; cool was the only adjective that mattered.

Probably girls, college, and college girls. We arrived in Shreveport, made a phone call to another friend, who we were actually supposed to be staying with.

Both of our mothers had called looking for us. The only person that knew where we were was the buddy on the phone.

It was no big deal; we would be home in a day or two. Before we left that rest area in Shreveport where we made the call we saw an armadillo.

Let me tell you something about armadillos, those bastards will hiss, jump, and turn into Tasmanian Devils if you corner them. They also carry leprosy.

We were 18; we chased that armadillo around for an hour. Now let me tell you about Shreveport. It was dirty. It was a shit hole.

We crossed a bridge and saw people fishing a yards from where a drainage pipe from a factory was spewing forth waste upriver from the fisherman.

The locals reminded me of the locals in Adamsville, bald headed women and cross eyed men. A lot of bald headed, cross eyed kids.

I felt like I was going to be raped because I had a full head of hair and could see straight. The best part of Shreveport was an armadillo that might possibly have leprosy.

Marshall, TX was 40 miles away. We rolled on. Marshall was a decent little town. Home of the Fire Ant Festival. We stopped at a little bar-b-q joint and had a coke, a smile, and some pulled pork.

It was getting late, and the sun was setting, we looked at the map and decided to back track a bit and head up rural route 43, through Karnack, and past Caddo Lake.

We would eventually run into Hwy 59, head to Texarkana and then head back home. When we left the bar-b-q joint and headed towards 43 it was dusk.

My friend was driving and we were doing about 45 mph, any faster would have been reckless even for a couple 18 year old dumbasses.

This road was kind of like Christmasville Rd. The locals reading this will know what I mean. The non-locals just have to use your imagination It was dark, winding, full of hills that ended in curves; there were beady and glowing eyes on both sides of the road.

You could hear the crickets and the bullfrogs over the sound of the wind rushing by that old Sentra. It was peaceful and creepy at the same time.

The humidity was a real thing, tangible. The air was thick. It smelled like pastures, hay, and swamp.

We drove for what seemed like hours, it was after midnight, and I saw a sign that informed me that Bivins was the next town of any size.

I rolled the window down and lit a cigarette. There was music coming from the radio, the tape player, it was either Tupac or Bob Seger.

I smoked my cigarette, absent mindedly flicking ashes out of the window. I took one last puff and flicked the Camel Short off into the woods.

Then I saw it. Maybe I did a little when I flicked the cigarette away. What I do know is that in my periphery there was something running alongside the car.

It was just behind my window, behind where the edge of the door ends and before where the back window begins. I looked over at the speedometer, 40 mph.

I looked at my friend, he was looking straight ahead, I looked straight ahead. I could still see it. I could see one huge arm, matted hair, reddish brown, sticky looking, primal.

I eased my right hand over and rolled up my window. My friend was still looking straight ahead, his jaw was clenched, and he put both hands on the wheel, he sped up.

No words were said. I looked straight ahead and still out of my periphery I could see that arm moving, muscles and tendons visibly rippling beneath that matted hair.

As the car gained a little speed the thing running alongside us lost pace, slightly, I then saw the hand on the end of that nightmarish arm.

The hand was clenched into fist the size of a cantaloupe, a big cantaloupe. It was covered in the same hair but slightly darker around the fingers, like it was stained with something.

Suddenly the hand unclenched and then I saw the claws, black as this damned after midnight Texas night. Those claws were at least two inches long, sharp, like an animals.

I looked back at my friend; I looked at the speedometer, 50 mph. I looked straight ahead, it was still there.

I finally looked to my right, just a bit, imagine the scary part of the movie where you put your hands in front of your face but still peek through. In 37 years I have two regrets, one is picking up that first cigarette and the other is me looking to my right that night.

This beast was huge, its chest was above the top of the car, and all I could see was that matted reddish brown hair. Then it bent forward as it ran, I saw the face of this thing, all reality stopped.

We were no longer driving down some country road in Texas. We were now trying to escape from the depths of a monster inhabited hell. It was evil.

The eyes were black and the pupils were red. It flashed its teeth at me in a snarl, yellow and huge. Saliva dripped from its mouth.

It opened its eyes wide and it looked hungry and pissed off. Then it opened its mouth, the skin pulled back until all you could see were black gums and yellow teeth.

Immediately I could feel the car accelerate. I cussed. I lit a cigarette.

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