To preface this, I should mention that all of this took place back home on my reservation.

I'm Algonquin, First Nation from Canada.

Another thing I should mention is that, on the reservation, traditional beliefs and legends

of the paranormal are still a big part of our community.

The attitude of most people towards the paranormal was one of assurance.

To us, the paranormal was a regular part of life.

We believe in a spirit world, and we believe that sometimes these beings can cross over

into our world and maybe even live among us.

When I tell paranormal stories to my non-native friends, they're always in such disbelief

that things like this have actually happened, and how casually I talk about it.

But it's only because it's been so normalized for me.

Before they have absolutely no paranormal experiences, I have a bunch and most everyone

I know on the res has even more than I do.

I don't really care to explain it, and they but we're all crazy from drinking their toxic

tap water.

Anyways, here's the story.

This all happened in the fall of 2011 when I was 16 years old.

I was living in a nearby city with my mom so that I could get a better education than

the one I could get back home.

We'd go back every single weekend to see my dad and little brother.

One Friday during the drive back home I got a text from a friend of mine.

She told me about a party that was happening that night and asked me when I'd be home so

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