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The original was posted on /r/paranormal by /u/eyefuck_you on 2025-07-31 07:54:34+00:00.
Copying this from my other post since cross posting isn't allowed.
I said I'd write my story to some folks in another sub that asked to hear my story. It was too long to comment so hear it is.
This is absolutely 100% true. Never wanted to post it til now because I know what happened as does my brother, and I don't really need to hear criticism.
This is a long read.
Okay so here in the Sierra Nevada's is the only place I've heard of this specific one. Really it's more of a local legend. You can take this with all the grains of salt you need to but I swear this story to be true and I have my brother to back me up. This might be a bit long.
So growing up, I didn't live on a reservation but about 5 miles away from the closest one. It actually butts up to my grandfather's property. Still grew up with everyone. All the elders are very spiritual. My dad was a special case. He was surrounded by paranormal activity all through his childhood. He'd talk about it when he was drunk, which was quite often. Coincidentally he drank to "keep the demons at bay" so to say.
There was this one legend that he told me early on. Living in a very rural mountain house on a road known for its activity, even rural compared to the small town, boys and men would pee outside quite often. Just quick and easy. My dad though, he always kicked dirt over his pee, yes like a dog.
I asked him when I was real young and imitating him one time why he did that. He told me a story that I never forgot, because it scared the shit out of me.
He said that there's an ancient medicine man, neither man nor beast, something in-between. Now this medicine man wasn't a healer, he was evil. He told me that when a native man or kid (usually kids) wouldn't step off the trail to pee, they need to kick dirt over their pee. If they don't the medicine man -he has a name that you're not to speak or he hears you- will walk the trails at night, once he comes across your scent he'll pick a handful of dirt from where you peed and smell it. He puts it in a medicine bag he wears around his neck and begins to hunt you. He hunts at night, especially if you're a bad kid.
I will say his name starts with a W and sounds like (Tat-moo). Gives me the chills thinking about his name.
Well, my brother and I kinda grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. At the time I was a big pothead with no money, my brother was a full blown drug addict who moved back in for a few months just as I had when I was about 19, putting him at about 26. We were...doing a lot of bad stuff especially in the neighboring community. Definitely "bad kids".
So when I was in highschool there was a guy who moved on our road, between our place and my grandpa's ranch. He grew a LOT of weed. I knew the trail to get there and me and a few buddies went and cut his crop in the night one summer. It was a good summer needless to say.
Bored one night hanging with my brother I told him about the crop, turns out he knew about it too. We decided to go that night and get some fresh buds.
Now our road is long, windy, one lane, and dark. Extremely dark. There was a little moonlight out so we could see but not much, our eyes adjusted. My brother being paranoid (on stimulants) decided we should walk the old railroad grade that runs parallel to the road, but beneath. It's where people travelled when the road was still a railroad. I agreed but said we should go up to the main road because that's where the trailhead to the guys place was marked with a red gate.
Well my brother (genius he thinks he is) says the dogs will bark and there will be trail cams. The time I went we just took all the trail cams and no evidence. I digress. He says let's stay on the trail and cut through the brush. So we tried that and failed as the brush was practically a wall.
Now at this point we're a lot closer to our grandfather's property and we're close with a guy who rents a house on the other side of the property. (About 1,200 acre property that I now live on) So we decided to go to his place and stay the rest of the night.
A few things you should know. My grandpa refuses to speak anything paranormal but he's adamant that you do not go on his property without permission and if you are given permission you stick to where he tells you, and lastly you never EVER go past the yard on his property at night. We tried countless times to get even my dad to talk about it, but he'd just say something like "you don't want to be there after midnight. Trust me." My dad is not a fearful man.
Along the road there's a waterfall where a bridge crosses, at that point the railroad grade is thousands of yards beneath it, so you cross the creek. It was dry as it was middle of summer. We stopped there and I took a pee, well we both did. I don't know why but I didn't kick dirt. I thought about it while walking away but didn't say anything.
Okay at this point I realize I forgot to mention I had a shotgun and my brother had his compound bow, one of the reasons we decided to stay off the road even with little traffic. This is when shit kinda hits the fan.
There's three houses on my grandfather's land, we were coming up the hill to the one he rents to a lovely old couple. We're walking up this road that used to be used to transport cattle but hadn't been used in a while, and we're being as silent as we can as we aren't supposed to be there. On our left is an open field, at our 10 o'clock the road continues, on our right the road is cut into a hill so a wall of dirt above our heads. I'm 6'1" to give you an idea of the height.
As we're walking, well creeping really, on high alert we both hear something. Sounds like a horse but there are no more horses on the property, not for years. We both exchange looks that we can barely see as it's so dark and before we know it, it's running at us. Not galloping. Running. Two hooves hitting the ground in very long strides. Strides that tell you this thing is probably 2-3 feet taller than us.
I'm not too prideful to admit that I froze in my tracks, shotgun in hand. Didn't even aim it. My brother lept backwards and claims he drew his bow, but didn't release an arrow. We were dumbstruck. This thing is coming at us like a freight train in a few seconds that felt like hours and you can hear it's breathing, huffing hard like a buffalo or a very big bull.
We could hardly make out the outline but it was tall and humanoid, my mind pictured scraggly for on horse like legs running on cloven hooves in my last few moments, or so I thought. As the thing gets spitting distance to us I realized and my brother later recounts ... There's something chasing it.
I have no frame of reference for what was behind it because it drew in the darkness and was blacker than the night, that's the only reason you could see the outline of this thing that I liken to what a saber tooth tiger must look like.
It was fast. It had run the same distance it had in just a couple seconds it seemed and was on the hooved things tail just as it's hooves planted one last time mere feet from me. With one more "SHHOOOOFFF" of breath it leapt clear above us onto the bank behind, and whatever was chasing it slid hard like a horse breaking for dear life and then poof. It was just fucking gone. Nothing.
All we hear is the thing now still running behind us through manzanita and oak trees snapping giant limbs like a bulldozer in the night.
We stood. Regained our composure..what was left of it.. and charted our course. We still had quite a ways to go to get to our friends place. Do we go in the direction of whatever was behind the thing, or do we take a lesser used trail behind the old folks house and towards the hooved beast still snapping limbs and stalking around in the darkness?
Might have been foolish of us but we both decided we don't want to deal with whatever was chasing it. So we went towards the beast as quietly as we could.
We heard the odd step and branch break behind us as we made it the rest of the way. We both felt an immediate sense of calm the moment we passed the gate that bordered the yard of the house. We woke up our friend and shared a cigarette as we told him the story, still shaking and hardly wanting to speak about it.
To this day I don't know what we came across, we never spoke to Grandpa about it, and this is the first time I've written it out. I'm 30 now and I live in the house that we were trying to make it to all night. I don't venture passed my gate at night unless I'm driving out. I think we saw the medicine man though.. my brother still isn't sure.
