Editor's foreword: I spent the day with my 9-year-old granddaughter yesterday, and we wrote the following story together. The creativity and story are entirely hers. I did the typing, some coaching, and implementation (like using details in different places to provide foreshadowing), and editing under her supervision.
Chapter 1: Is it real?
I had just arrived at Aunty Melissa’s house, and right away, I slipped quietly up the stairs to Rory’s room, but the lights were off, and the door was ajar. The sound of talking was coming through the door. I wasn’t sure if Rory was there or not, if that was her Furby.
I knocked, and the door swung open. It was Bertie, the youngest of my cousins, and she had shoved the door all the way open.
Bertie was standing in the doorway, and Drew and Rory were sitting on the bed with their eyes closed.
“If it touches you, you freeze,” Drew said. “But only if it touches your skin directly.”
Lincoln was holding Rory’s camera, swiping through the camera roll.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I’m looking to see if we got any pictures of the skinwalker.”
“What’s a skinwalker?” I asked. That’s weird, I thought to myself.
Rory said, “My brother thinks it’s living in his closet, and we don’t know what to do with it.”
“Yeah, but is it a skinwalker?” I asked again. They hadn’t answered my question.
There was a long pause. Finally, Rory said, “It’s the dead white skin of a person, but it can walk. Drew saw one moving in his closet last night.”
“We are trying to investigate it,” Lincoln said. We snuck into Drew’s room and opened the closet door just a crack, and took pictures through the gap, and then quickly slammed the door closed again so it couldn’t get out.”
I was still standing in the doorway when Drew jumped out of Rory’s bed, snatched the camera out of Lincoln’s hands, and ran past me into his room. He opened the closet door a little bit and started taking pictures. Then he dropped the camera and backed away, and before he made it to Rory’s room, Drew froze in place.
Rory, Lincoln, Bertie, and I ran into the hallway and dragged Drew, who was rigid, back into Rory’s room. I ran into Drew’s room, picked up the camera, and threw the closet door wide open. I loved my cousins, but I wasn’t sure I believed in skinwalkers. I stepped into the closet, and something grabbed my arm. I gasped and yelled, “Guys, help me!”
I tried to pull away, and my cousins ran into the room and grabbed my other arm and yanked hard, and it let go, and I fell to the floor. My arm really hurt. I pushed up my sleeve and looked at where the skinwalker had grabbed me, and my arm was red and starting to bruise in the pattern of a hand. I could make out a thumb-shaped bruise and finger marks.
I started believing in skinwalkers that day.
--by Cathesa, edited by Cathy B. Weeks
Editor’s note: the thing in the closet may actually be a Windigo rather than a Skinwalker, but in the heat of a terrifying moment in a dark space, it can be hard to tell.
(Stay tuned for Chapter 2: The Labyrinth)




