The Person on the Side of the Road

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Story type: Ghost
Location: denver
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location-south dakota
title-the man with the tail
story type-ghost storie

Hi, my name is erica, i am a full blooded sioux indian and i am from the pine ridge reservation in south dakota. the story i am going to tell you happened to me when i was a younger girl.

i grew up on a ranch a few miles outside of pine ridge. there was not much to do out there and my parents were constantly in town on business. one day as usual my parents went into town and left me with my brothers and sisters under the supervision of my grandma. we were realy bored so we decided to go play down by the creek even though they were told to stay away from around there.

we were down there for a little while until i noticed a shape rising from the hill. the shape was walking toward us and i noticed it was in the shape of a man. i told two of my brothers to go walk up and ask him what he was doing on our property. i watched as my two brothers approached him but they didn't get but halfway there and started to run towards the house. they were screaming for me and my 2 sisters to run but i had no idea why until i looked and saw that the man had a tail and no face and was now quickly walking in our direction.

we were all running back towards our house and the man was walking right behind us but no matter how fast we ran over those hills the man was still on our heel even tough he was only walking.

we finaly got back to our house and quickly told my grandma when we heard our watch dogs barking at someone and then we heard them squeal and then silence. my grandma shouted for us to cover up all the widows and lock the doors and go into the back room with her. we were all sitting in the corner and it was silent until we heard him running around the house pounding on all the windows and doors. it was sniffing around like some kind of animal until it came to the window of the room we were in. it was shouting let me and then his voice changed to the voice of my father and then my uncle's voice and he kept on pounding on the window until we heard a car pulling up to the drive way and it was my mom and dad and uncle returni ng from the town.

we asked them if they were pounding on the window and they said they just pulled in and they didn't see the man pounding on our window. when we went outside to find our watch dogs laying there unconscious. after we told our parents what happened they told us that where we were playing was sacred grounds where back in the day our people used to do intense praying. after that we listened and never went by the creek anymore.