On the reservation, there are spoken rules and unspoken rules.

Don't go out in the woods after dark, but if you do, don't you dare answer the call of something unseen, speaking your name.

Welcome back to Unexplained Encounters. I'm your host, Darkness prevails,

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Today I've got an assortment of allegedly true scary stories featuring Native American reservation stories,

alien encounters, and more unexplained supernatural goodness.

Enjoy and remember to send me your true scary stories at darkstories.org, so I can narrate them.

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Now let's begin. Something imitating our cows in the fields, from anonymous.

I was at my grandfather's farm, which is on Native American land in Wisconsin.

My dad had made jokes about the farm being an old Indian burial ground, which now I kind of believe.

This supernatural thing I encountered that night heavily unsettled me.

As now I know that past experiences my dad and uncle had, with supposed windagos and skinwalkers, might be true.

Now onto what happened.

I had just finished up shuffling corn, silage, and to our blower, heading up to my dad's old square-body truck,

to drive over to mine to work on it.

I drove over there and got the treble light out, plugged it in, and popped the hood on my truck.

I just hung the treble light on my hood, when I heard the cows bellowing.

Now I would have shaken this off as normal, but it was coming from the direction of our fields.

I drove my dad's truck down to the barn to tell him.

He then told me to go check the gates to see if the cows had ripped them down.

But the gates were still up.

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