- Im Mittelpunkt der Sonderprogrammierung steht die neue Doku-Reihe „Das Geheimnis der Skinwalker Ranch“, die am September um Das Geheimnis der Skinwalker Ranch. Viele halten es für einen Ort des Übernatürlichen. Andere wiederum nehmen an, das Gebiet wäre verflucht. Terry Sherman. Ganz im Stile des erfolgreichen Pseudo-Dokumentarfilms „Paranormal Activity“, basiert „Skinwalker Ranch“ auf angeblich echtem, gefundenem Filmmaterial.
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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Some have called it a supernatural place. Image courtesy of Prometheus Entertainment. Under the name the National Institute for Discovery Science, Bigelow set up round-the-clock surveillance of the ranch, hoping to get to the bottom of the paranormal claims.
Had the Shermans been lying about what they saw? Or under the spell of a collective delusion? 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. She moved a couple weeks after that. My uncle and cousin saw a large deer on the side of the road.
When they got closer it hopped over the fence like a bipedal man. One time driving back from Gallup, my dad saw an old navajo woman walking on the side of the road and when he slowed to offer her a ride she took off into the plains, quickly with inhuman speed.
They would make animal noises and when we looked to the direction from which the noises were coming they would turn a flashlight on and off.
The noises would come from all directions, in increasingly shorter succession. My uncle is Mexican and Native American.
This happened in the Mojave Desert in southern California. He was driving around with his girlfriend late at night and they saw something that looked like a huge black dog on the side of the road.
He slowed down and the dog began crossing the road. Instead of walking like a normal dog would, this thing moved like a toy rocking horse.
My uncle is the most badass person I know and it scared the crap out of him. So this happened about twelve years ago.
My family owns a farm in the heart of an Indian reservation. One Winter I was home for Christmas taking care of the farm while my parents were away Christmas shopping.
As I was home by myself, way late in the night and I hear all our cows freaking out. I knew it had to be the wild dogs that are rampant in the area. So I throw on some boots, grab a shotgun, load it up, and head out to the field.
This was a perfect scenario for a horror movie, it was cloudy but there was full moon, and it was breaking through the clouds just right to light up all the snow.
I ran out into the middle of the field, and just in time I see two dogs, they were standing up facing each other and fighting.
Immediately I froze, and every ghost story about Skinwalkers and all the other Native legends I grew up with flew through my mind. Keep in mind I am a white guy, and up until then, these were all just boogie man stories the Native kids like to tell to scare us.
That night, they became real to me. I was staying with a ten, thirteen, and fourteen year old. Each house is on a hill so only part of the basement was actually underground.
It was maybe eleven at night, and we were playing truth or dare after telling scary stories, and my fourteen year old cousin dared me and the thirteen year old to go walk through the paths for ten minutes or so.
We were walking through the paths for about five minutes and could barely see the fire through the trees when we decided to turn.
In the middle of the path, was a large dog-like creature, hunched over with its front hands an inch from the ground.
What I remember most was how its eyes were so fucking bright white, and it was humanoid-dog shaped with a human like head but a dog like body but human hands and feet.
It looked right at us and I know I was paralyzed with fear as it dashed away the opposite way from us, towards a creek that ran through the yard.
Eventually my cousin and I screamed bloody effin murder and the other cousins and my grandma ran to us. Her dogs—both of them—were dead, ripped up. That night we went to bed early.
I woke up at maybe two in the morning because I felt something hit my head. My cousins were all sitting on the double bed opposite me on the other side of the room.
There was one bunk bed and two double beds, the double beds for me and my fourteen year old cousin. They were being quiet and staring at me.
The thirteen year old noddded his head toward the window. I froze. They all looked afraid. I turned my head slightly to the side and I saw a really messed up looking face pressed to the window with gaping eyes looking down at me.
I screamed so fucking loud, and it bolted. My grandma called the police after I told her what happened and they found nothing. I went home after that and I have never been there during the night again.
What I saw was not full human nor full animal. I was moving and had just completed the cleaning and was with my year-old son.
We had called it a night and were headed to our new place. It did move quickly, but not quick enough to avoid the light from a nearby light post and the porch lights.
It moved as if trying to avoid being seen. I was within fifteen feet of it, but I did not look back to fully inspect it. It cowered behind the tree as we got into our vehicle.
To this day, I can picture what it looked like, know they exist, and pray I never encounter one again. He was leaving the area one morning, had been camping there a couple days and said there was a coyote that always seemed to be close by, like in his peripheral vision but never overt.
He loaded up his truck and started to drive down the wash out to the fire road. At the end of the wash, he could see the coyote following him.
When he pulled onto the road, it was running next to him. Now he was freaked out, so he sped up. He said he was going 35 or so, and it was running along beside him.
Definitely not possible. When he looked back, the coyote was running on two legs and was wearing what Patrick said looked like buckskin pants. An instant later, it was a person wearing a coyote fur keeping pace with his truck.
When he looked again… It was gone. I decided to join my bestie Karen for a three day stay at her grandmothers place on the Rez. In the middle of nowhere but surrounded by rural homes.
We go to college together and I was kinda interested to know about Navajo tradition. To me…it did act kinda strange and ugly looking.
Black, shaggy coat, looked like a mix between a German Shepard and a Lab. That night, we were watching a movie in the living-room had big windows that looked out into the front where the cars are parked, nothing fancy with the curtains wide open, Grandma was in the kitchen cooking dinner and we were watching a movie.
Karen went to put back a DVD we had just watched, but she freaked out because that stray black dog was staring at us through the window standing on-top of the wood-box outside.
Not something normal dogs do from my point of view or hers. The other dogs seemed to stay away from it.
Karen opened the door and yelled at it to get it off the box. It ran off behind the shed. We went to to Tuba City to get some groceries, came back to the house.
The dog was nowhere to be seen, nothing unusual. Grandma went to visit some people so it was just Karen and I. Looking out the living-room window to the door and there was the DOG trying to open the door with its paws.
Two paws wrapped around the brass door knob, standing on its hind-legs. She opened the door and chased it off.
Got ready to sleep, we slept in the spare bedroom since it had two beds. One window with curtains opened a little. We turned off the light, but there was a sound coming from on top of the roof.
Pitter-patter foot steps and scratching sounds and panting. It then sounded like it jumped off onto the large plastic water barrel they had. At first we heard what sounded like barking, but as it grew louder, the other dogs seemed to be barking at something also.
Arff Arff. Then panting again by the window and we started freaking out. Karen decided to in my opinion was stupid open the curtains to look out, there was the stray dog on its hind legs looking into our bedroom but this time, it stunk and what I thought were two black holes in the neck, another pair of eyes twinkled think of those ugly glossy spider eyes starring at you and the paws were deformed looking hands with over-grown somewhat thick and sharp fingernails.
Again…both screaming and shutting the curtains closed, Grandma came running through the door and seeing it. First thing she did was grab ashes from the fireplace, load three shells into the shotgun from under her bed, bless herself in Navajo and went outside to shoot it.
Them both being traditional, the next day they called a Medicine Man to come-over and put cedar in. Apparently I needed to carry one for protection and a little pouch called Corn-pollen.
Seems to work pretty well. 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.
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