Fuck, here is some OC. i don't know why i've saved this story so here goes.
Back in the 1990s, northern Arizona, my uncle told me a story about Skinwalker he claims he saw.
His story was pretty basic, usual stuff when compared to today's SW stories. He was traveling on I40 heading East, Flagstaff to Winslow at night. He stopped in Winslow to buy beer then heading south on I87. (this happened in the 1980s when drinking & driving was not a huge focus)
He was pissed he had to travel to Sierra Vist for whatever army. He finished a beer, tossed it out the window (i guess littering was not a huge focus either).
He sensed something outside his window but ignored it, for a few seconds.
Finally, he looked out the window and saw a SW like entity running along side the lonely road.
He claims it wasn't really running but more like floating or gliding along keeping pace for a few long heart beats before retreating back to the darkness.
His story is pretty vanilla compared to SW stories in the age of the internet. The trope of a SW like entity running along side the vehicle is common today, but remember this was back in the early 1990s when SW stories were not very well known.
I believe the trope of SW running along side cars is something that needs to be investigated. Where, when, and why has this become an element of SW stories? I don't know but its interesting.
But what was really interesting about his story, and something that I've never heard in another story, is not what he saw. Nor is it anything he smelled (there is no blood metal smell or anything like that)
He said the thing that caught his attention, that made him look over was what he heard...
Bells. The urgent & rythmic jingle of bells.
I love being innawoods. I was born to die in the ponderosa forests of northern AZ. I don't fear too many things there since familiarity breeds peace. But occasionally my mind plays tricks on me, maybe auditory hallucinations. but hearing the jingle of bells...fuck