Spirit Animal

The year is 2025 and I had just turned 21. Well more like it was a few weeks ago but that didn't stop my family from trying to get me drunk. I look toward the night sky and sigh. I live in my grandpa and grandmas old house just outside of Gallup. I live here lone well I used to have my little brother here. But he moved to Albuquerque a year ago. I then decided to whistle a tone I leaned from music in my high school. It was a small tune but then I realized it was getting dark and that I should stop before I attract a skinnwalker. I then here a wolf howl in the forest in the back of the house. I was confused as wolfs are not usually out in the woods. But there are coyotes but not much as wolfs. I then just brushed it off and headed to bed. But what I didn't know at the time was that there was something going on in that forest. And it was going to change my life of good.

It was in the middle of the night and I could hear something moving in the shadows. I couldn't get any sleep. And no matter what I tried I can feel some one or something watching me. I decided to go get my grandfathers shot gun. He may have been native American but he knew when a gun is better that a tomahawk. I go to get and load a shell in the shotgun. As I load the last one I can hear and see something out side my widow. It looked like a guy with a wolf pelt and head on top of his. Put the wolf head didn't look clean. No it looked fresh and was killed just a minute ago. And it was still dripping blood. I could see the mans face. And oh god it barely looked human at all. Some feachers of his face look like an animal and from that alone I knew what this thing was. It was a Skinwalker. I guess I was whistling to like in the day. I loaded and pumped the shotgun and took aim at the monster and fired. But it was gone. Skinwalkers can change into any animal to decides them self and to kill. I can then hear something fait in the distance from my house. I then realized to late that Skinwalkers are also A type of witch in Native American culture. And the fait sound I hear was chanting. I rush to the fort door and see the Skinwalker in front of a fire and blue magic flames around him and my house. I was too in shock as I believed the super natural but it was right here in fort of me. I look toward the Skinwalker and I see him wave to me and he says in navajo. "Have a nice trip." All at once the house with me inside it went falling down a portal of some kind and I was flung into the living and was knocked out by hitting the roof and floor of the house. I noticed that there was a tomahawk right next to my head. Only a few inches away from my head. I am glad that I am lucky. And I hope that god watching over my and my family.

I stand back up and noticed the living room was complete mess. My head was spinning and felt like hell. I grip the tomahawk and pull it out of the floor. It was metal and was made to look navajo. This one was mine and it had a red feather on the handle. It also has a black bear carved in to the handle. I decided to keep the tomahawk in case the skinwalker show up. I walk to the kitchen and not much was knocked over. The fridge was still standing al though the pots and pans were out and all over the floor. I sighed and decided to clean the hole house. It took forever and even long since the rest of the house was also messing. It took an hour of two but I couldn't tell how much has pasted. I then realized that I could be somewhere else in the world. I grip the shotgun I put away for cleaning but now I am wondering where I am and what that skinwalker did. I step out onto the porch and the first thing I notice was forest and trees all around me. I was confused as it looked like the forest in the back of my home. I the walk to the back of the house and saw the forest surround me. I was in a clearing in the middle of a random forest. "Well this is just great!" I yell as I have herd that skinwalkers are tricksters as much as they are killers. I was just wondering why me and why send me here. I then decided to walk back in the house and wait for some one to find me. But I then hear something moving in the bushes to the right of me. The house is to the left of me and my shotgun hands. I was ready for anything as this forest gives me a feeling that something is watching me. I the hear a voice and I recognize it as one all to familiar.

"duck Chaz!!! your in danger!" It was my grandfather and I listen to what he said. And ducked out of the way. Suddenly I could hear something slam on the wall of the house. I run forward and turn around to see what animal is there. What I wasn't expecting to see was a wolf made entirely out of wood. I was too in shock to notice it move and attack me again. I was ready to fight but the shotgun was knocked out of my hand by the wooden wolf. It jumped on me and I tried to hold it back. I was doing well but its claws were cutting the absolute shit out of my arms. The only weapons I have is a 3 1/2 inch blade pocket knife and the tomahawk. The wooden wolfs bit and champed at my neck and it was getting closer. The pocket knife was in my pocket and the tomahawk was to my right. I could almost reach in just a few inches away. I then noticed my legs were free and I could try to bush this thing away. Thank you Elon for teaching my how to fight and survive. I put one leg on the wooden wolfs Hine leg and king it away from me I then griped the tomahawk and pilled out the pocket knife. The wooden wolf gotten back up and was ready to fight. I then took a deep breathe and was ready to throw the tomahawk. With one powerful swing I chucked the tomahawk at the wooden wolf. It only hit it in the shoulder and that is what I wanted. It howled in pain and then I went to strike. I ran and closed the distance between me and the wolf and plunged the pocket knife into the head of the wooden wolf. Its eyes went dead and it went limp and it was dead. I sighed and pulled out both the knife and the tomahawk and went back inside the house. My arms are bleeding like there was no tomorrow. I open a cabinet in my kitchen and pull out all I need. Cleaning alcohol, bandages, and several cotton balls. One pain clean and batching of the cuts on my arms and now I am more confused then ever before. 'What the fuck did that Skinwalker do, and why?'

That was the question running threw my mind. But then I realized that more of those wolfs will be coming and that I left the shotgun outside and rushed to go get it. After getting the shotgun I started to set up bare traps around my house. I remember using these in the winter to keep animals away from owner house when grandpapa was still around. I then thought back to when that wooden wolf attacked me. "Is his spirit watching over me?" I then hear a bird chirping and I look to see a Red Bird on a tree. And that was all I needed to know that My grandpa was watching over me to make sure I survive this. "Thank you grandpa." I say and head back inside ready to survive were ever the hell I am.