The Skinwalker At The Fire Tower Knew My Wife's Name

Six fire lookouts have walked off that tower in the last eleven years. Three of them were never found. I completed the rotation, and the reason I survived is written on page eleven of the station logbook, in pencil, in someone else's handwriting.My name is Wyatt. I worked for the Forest Service, Manti-La Sal district, fire detection program. The tower I was assigned to sits on a ridge in the Abajo Mountains in southeastern Utah, deep Four Corners country. What happened up there over those three weeks in August is the reason I have not sat a tower since.A long-form first-person skinwalker encounter set in real Forest Service country. Voice mimicry, identity violation, a salt ring boundary, and a relief ranger who has seen this kind of thing before. Recorded at a calm, even pace for overnight sleep listening.If these stories help you sleep, follow the show for new uploads.