2nd hand story, but I asked the people who were there and they all say it's true what happened that night. I'm a logical guy, can explain away most stuff and if I can't, I just dismiss it. But there's one story that I been told by 4 different people in my family at all different times and the story is the same.

One night on the rez, way back when, it must've been a year or two before I was born there was an incident. I pieced it together because I heard different accounts from different rooms in the house where it happened. It was my grandma's house and everybody was gathered there for some reason. I heard there was something weird going on in the hills or something so they all gathered together.

My sister said the adults got really nervous and sent all the kids to bed in the same room. There were a bunch of kids lined up sideways in one of the beds. She said that all of a sudden something started to bang on the walls trying to find a way into the house. She lay in bed with all the other kids and then the adults broke out hollering and yelling. They were holding the backdoor closed. There were 3 men there, my dad, my uncle, and... damn it, I can't remember the 3rd. The sound stopped and it was quiet for a few minutes. That's when one of the kids noticed a big shaggy head looking through the window at them. They all took off into the living room.

What was happening at the backdoor was the 3 men were leaning on the door and they couldn't hold the door shut tight. Something would ram the door and it would open a couple inches and they'd push back and slam it back shut. Now my dad and uncle were loggers, hauling around big ass chainsaws back in the day all day. whatever was outside was almost overpowering 3 of them. Finally, whatever it was left the backdoor, then they heard the kids screaming. Whatever it was must have gave up and left after looking through the window.

Next morning, when they finally got up the courage to go and look, they saw that everywhere that whatever it was touched was muddy. The closest creek was down a long hill. Mud prints where it was pushing on the door. Around the entire house. And at the window where the kids were in bed. The window is about 7 feet off the ground.

Now. Logically, it was just a bunch of rez drunks trying to break in. But, I asked and everybody who was there says that it wasn't. In those days, if it was drunks, dad would've just gotten a stick and gone to town on them. Not to mention my uncle who was protecting his mom's place that night.

What freaks me out about it is the mud and the big shaggy head part. To this day, if there's a window at night with the curtains open, I can't really look outside without a chill shooting up my spine.

Sorry if this is all fragmented in its writing, but I found this just as I was nodding off.