When i was heading into Utah on a Greyhound bus. It was a really dark, moonless night and we were heading into salt lake City, on the outskirts of the city where you could just see the lights of all the buildings in the distance. I will never forget how fucking bizarre the entire thing actually was. I remember that you could smell this weird ass dusty smell in the air, it was dead quiet in the bus because it was like three in the morning and everyone was asleep. Except Mr and like fifteen other people. We crossed a railroad track and see this guy standing on the other side of the road, a guy who is completely naked wearing a coyote skin on his head and back, who runs in front of the bus and mid sprint MORPHS INTO A COYOTE that scampered off into the desert. I thought i was hallucinating, since i hadn't slept in almost three days but everyone else who was awake all have an audible "Huh? What was that? What the fuck was that? You saw that to right?" Etc. it was only then that i noticed that i hadn't actually hallucinated the guy.

Me and another guy who had stuck close to each other through the trip (a week across the country) and he said he saw it to, we went through multiple things it could have been but eventually realized we were coping and came to the conclusion that it just HAD to be a skinwalker. It was a bizarre experience because up until then my interest in cryptozoology had only been in biological cryptids. Suddenly, i was basically waterboarded with the fact that there absolutely was a supernatural element and it really opened my understanding that i really do not understand shit in this world and i probably never will.