>>1119699One time when I was like 11, my uncle Todd took me out into the Ozarks. He told me about the legend of the skinwalkers by the campfire just before bed.
Of course anybody who knows about skinwalkers knows you have to sleep naked to ward them off, huddled together for body heat.
That's what I was doing with uncle Todd when I felt a skinwalker penetrate my butthole. It was painful but over quickly, and it left behind some kind of thin, viscous ectoplasmic goo resembling a pale white mucus.
I mailed a vial of it to a local paranormal investigator for analysis along with my story. He said he'd have to go camping with me and re-create the conditions of the encounter to be sure what it was.
