Food n Stories

I know where that happen and to this day I don’t like see kids walking alone. Never know what animals might be out there. My grandma and grandpa always told us never let your child alone and watch them. It was better told one more detail in Navajo but was scary and sad story for me.

On Saturday night my husband and I were sleeping in our rustic cabin in the bush (no plumbing, electrical, etc). We were woken up at 3:00 AM by knocking on the door which startled us both. I whispered for him to call out and he yelled "who's there?". There was no one there, and the motion sensor solar light at the porch didn't come on. Does anyone else believe this is an omen of death? Many years ago my Grandpa opened the door to knocking in the middle of the night and no one was there. He went back to bed and told my Grandma someone died. The next morning he received news of his sister's death. Now we wait...

I had just got inside from looking around when I could hear someone talking in my basement so I ran down there and found nothing. As I walked upstairs I could hear my brother and them I went check if it really was them because I was pretty freaked out by what had happened. My brother told me they had been gone for a couple hours. wth???

My sister went on a search mission for a person went missing on our Rezz, or actually our Community called Green Grass in late 80s early 90s. He was drinking with relatives on West End, and was staying with Relatives in the newly built Community Housing, on East Side. He left at night and was not seen. So his Relatives reported him missing. After a cpl days,they started a search party. My sister said they followed his tracks behind our Community Church, where he fell off a very high cliff to the bottom, where the river runs. It was like winter and she said parts of the river was ice and other parts still ran with icy cold water. They saw that after he fell, he went into the river and when he came out; there were little girl foot prints came out of the Water with him. Remember, those old time white tennis shoes with pointy toes, those were that kind of foot prints. They led him up out of river and when he almost got to his cousins they turned him around and led him back to river. So it was in and out of river at several intervals, and each time, the tracks led him back to river. A couple of miles downstream, he was found frozen all kicked back by river with legs up and crossed like hes fishing with toothpick in his mouth. His name is Del Two Crow.

I've thought about that night many a time.. Yeah, I think how real young & stupid I was, but I also can't help but wonder about her, after all she never spoke to them, they never spoke to her and the way she just disappeared, like she was never really there? I'm not religious, never really have been but I also think about my Dad's little plastic Jesus glued to the dashboard and the Saint Christopher medal hung around the rearview, Saint Christopher is the Patron Saint of all travelers.

When I was little, my dad took me to my first funeral and I was about 7 or 8 years old maybe even younger, I just know I was really small because I still stuttered really bad. We were at the cemetery putting my family friend's coffin in the ground and were also throwing cigarettes, semaa, offerings and medicine pouches in with her when I heard a young girl laughing behind me in the woods. I was the only young girl and my brother was the only little boy so it didn't click right for me. So I started trying to follow the laughter to figure things out and I had just reached the tree line when my dad came up behind me and like ripped me backwards by the shoulder and hucked me to the ground, practically in a whole panic fit. He was all like "what the hell you think you're doing?" and I was just like "don't you hear the girl laughing tho?" pointing up into the woods. He went stiff and pale and just said "no i don't, and you don't hear anything either," as he like dragged me back to the open grave where everyone else was. The whole time, I was made to hold hands with my aunt as I could still hear the laughter through the woods. I kept asking people if they could hear her but they all said no, except my brother who said he could hear her too but he was scared of her because she called out our names. People ended up avoiding me and my brother like the plague after that as my dad spoke to some of the elders and his siblings. That night, my dad chucked me and my brother in a kiddie pool of sage and cedar water, smudged my house like thousands of times a day and kept black ash on our heads for like a month because it is apparently bad bad to bring young ones to funerals. Though, he was always more worried for me than my brother because I put in such an effort to try following it and that I wasn't afraid of it at all either like my brother was.

Creepy 😨

I have had some pretty crazy things happen to me and as a rule I keep them to myself because most people would call me nuts. I am glad that Native people know that there is more to this world than what meets the eye. I have many stories but I will start with this one as it happened last night. Around 11 pm my daughter called and was hysterical. She was crying so hard I was having trouble understanding her. So it turns out that she was working on some renovations in the kitchen and her husband was upstairs listening to music. She said she became aware that something sounded off. He likes that kind of music that sounds like people are yelling but something was weird. So she went upstairs to check on him. His music was blasting, but what she was hearing was his screams and him beating on the attic door. There is a deadbolt on the outside of the attic door to keep it from opening. When she got him out he told her he had been hearing whispers in the attic and went in to look and then the door slammed shut and the dead bolt clicked itself in. He had been locked in there for nearly half an hour screaming for help but because his music was so loud she did not hear him. The deadbolt is one of those that you slide and then it fits into a hole. There is no way that deadbolt could have accidently locked. The other creepy thing about this story is that he said he turned the music off before he went in the attic. After he went in and the door slammed and the dead bolt clicked his music came back on.

So I remember hearing this from my grandma. Kinda a grimy tale to keep us children inside. One night, my older sister asked why the cops patrolled Eagle Butte after curfew (which was after 10 p.m.) and she said it was because when she was younger and our mom was our age, there was these two kids who played at the park near a baseball field (Shupick Park) after 10 p.m. Behind the playground was tall grass with creepy, slider-looking trees with a slightly used park table. Anyways, the parents noticed they haven’t came back for hours that night and called the police near the park for two missing boys. A couple cop cars were sent out to the last place where they were seen and at and it didn’t take long to find the bodies. The two boys’ bodies were found in the long, tall grassfields behind the park, mutilated with cuts on their arms, missing eyes, and missing tongues on both of the boys. So the cops reported the bodies and possible time of death from the wounds and assumed they may have been either chewed from the local pack of rez dogs or many assumed it was Tallman. Dogs wouldn’t do something that specific to the boys’ bodies and nearly as similar to each other with the cuts and missing tongues and eyeballs. Some say it was the work of the Devil from the local Lutheran church or a crazy murderer on the loose by logical parties. As the sun was about to rise up, the police were done searching for what might’ve killed them, reporting them, and put in body bags for evidence. As they were about to go back to the station, they received a phone call from the ambulance crew that the bodies were missing when they arrived at examination. They cops wanted to believe it was a joke, but for sure, they knew they saw the ambulance crew put the bodies and and drove away. They headed down at the examination and the other squad car looked around the streets where the boys’ bodies might have ended up at the ambulance’s path. To this day, nobody knew what happened to the bodies or never found them again, so to prevent this from happening again, they set a curfew to avoid any more unknown slaughter, especially at the park where the cops would sometimes stop at for patrols or on break.

This happened back in 2014 around October. I work at a factory here on the Navajo Nation. There was only 2 of us working on this particular night. I was working with a lady. Anyway, it was very windy and raining very hard that night. We were working on the evening shift. We got off work around about midnight. We were walking back to our vehicles that were parked in the parking lot. It was very dark. Just as we walked under one of the power lines that run across the area we heard an owl. It was making noise in the dark on one of the power lines. As we walked under the line something crazy happened. The owl called my name. It called out my first and last name. The lady freaked out. She said Omg...did you hear that...its calling your name. It called my name out again and when it did that...I stopped and started yelling profanities at it. I said f**k you...you are afraid of me...so you hide in the dark and call my name!! I said...I'm not afraid of you...whoever you are!! Show yourself you coward!! When I said that it started pouring rain very hard and we heard several coyotes start howling behind the building we had just came from. The lady jumped on me holding on to me in fear. They started howling even louder. She took off running to her truck. She jumped in and tore out of the gate. She left me behind. I just walked back to my truck calmly. I started it and parked outside the gate and locked up the gate. I continued yelling profanities towards the owl and coyotes. I drove back home and burned some cedar and said a prayer. Nothing ever happened. Maybe they were trying to scare me. But it didnt scare me. When you experienced as much as I have you kinda become immune to it. There are some things that do scare me but you cant let them see your fear. They feed off of your fear. My story's true. I dont have the imagination to make up such things.

The next day they went back to survey the damage, and the firewood was thrown all over and the inside of their tent was trashed. Two small branches formed the sign of the upside down cross inside the tent! Mom and Dad packed up their stuff and left that island in a hurry. They never went back. Years later a crew of 3 went to the island to go clamming and their small boat sank. All three died in the accident. Was something ungodly living on that island?

Nope... ...🏃🏽...😱