My father told me a story once.

I'll never forget it for a few reasons.

I think it's the first story he ever told me as a child.

It's also the story of how my grandfather died, but honestly that isn't the reason.

You hear stories on TV, or sometimes you overhear something in a public place.

People talk about ghosts and aliens, and you think to yourself, that ain't real, they're

making it up, or they're mistaken, or they're crazy, or something like that.

You just can't believe it.

That is, until something happens, something that brings it all together, connects the dots

in a way you didn't think of before.

Maybe it happens to you, or maybe you hear the same story again and again from different

people.

It doesn't take long for the world to become a lot bigger than you thought it was.

As I said, this is a story my father told me, but I never believed it, even though he swore

up and down it was true.

It wasn't until I started clicking around on the internet that I started to believe.

I started to hear other stories just like the one my father told me.

It didn't take me long to believe after that.

That's not what my father called it, of course.

He's never used the internet in his life.

You wouldn't know what the online community had taken to calling it.

When he chose to call it something other than it or that thing, he called it a skin walker,

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