My grandmother on my mother's side has always been very superstitious, for lack of a better word, she's not religious, but she does believe in a lot of paranormal stuff.

Her mother was full-blooded Navajo and her father was Irish. Either way, she'd never been anywhere east of Montana and she grew up in Nevada.

One year, when I was in grade school, we went to visit her, most of the visit was pretty uneventful, typical boring old people stuff, except she always kept her curtains drawn shut and would always peek out the window and when someone asked what she was doing, she would simply reply " Yenaldlooshi is watching me"

This went on for nearly the entire visit until a few days before we were due to leave, My grandma and my (then) baby brother (he's 19 now lol) were in the front yard that evening, planting flowers when all of a sudden, my grandmother starts shouting "Insert little brothers name here to get away from that creature! It's not safe!" of course, being in Nevada, we all assumed that my brother had found a scorpion or a rattlesnake, so we all run outside, to see my Grandmother clutching my little brother and shaking in terror against the side of the house, standing out in the yard, was a large, black, great-Dane sized dog, it was staring at my grandmother with an intensity I'd never seen before. It looked up at us, gave a little huff, and bounded off. I don't remember if it moved unusually fast or not but do remember it had really deep yellow eyes.

When my mother asked my grandmother what had happened, she kept repeating " The Yenaldooshi has found me". She moved a couple of weeks after that.