Erick Rhetts > Quotes

“almost like ram horns coming out of the top of the head. It looked to me to be standing before some sort of opening. Drawn at its feet were multiple prone figures crudely shaped like gingerbread men—only etched like skeletons. No doubt they were supposed to be dead. Then there were others, similarly drawn, but upright—dead but standing, like zombies or the walking dead. Towards the outer edges of the scene were other figures much like the one in the middle, only with less detail and not as fantastic. Here and there was some other stuff that may have been the flames of a fire, like a campfire, and what looked to be urns or jars, the clay kind.”
― Erick Rhetts, Lost on Skinwalker Ranch

“The second scene was centered round this ominous figure with attributes that were clearly not human. Fully upright, its body had wide, rounded shoulders which tapered in unbroken lines down to the feet. There were no distinguishable arms or legs. The head was skull-shaped with large round and pupil-less eyes. There was some sort of weird tubular shit that looked”
― Erick Rhetts, Lost on Skinwalker Ranch

“These things were almost my height, standing upright on skinny legs with bony, L-shaped knees—if they were knees at all—and up on their toes like spastic ballerinas. Their torsos were too long for their legs and emaciated”
― Erick Rhetts, Lost on Skinwalker Ranch

“Now, I realize this is going to sound like bullshit, but I swear there was a mass of darkness that held its shape against the glow of the light, if only for a fraction of a second, before it seemingly stepped backwards and was gone.”
― Erick Rhetts, Lost on Skinwalker Ranch

“they were a sickly imitation of people, but still way too dog-like. Both had their lips drawn back in a half-snarl, half grin with yellow fangs showing. Their eyes reflected a jaundice yellow, the irises dark and beady. The ears were all canine, short and pointed. And there was no escaping that smell, like a raccoon that had been hit by a car, its three-day old carcass hidden by tall weeds but reeking in the summer heat. If you’ve had the experience, you know the smell.”
― Erick Rhetts, Lost on Skinwalker Ranch

“The legs were little more than elongated rectangles and the torso v-shaped, wider at the shoulders than the hips. The head was a simple oval, scratched into the stone without eyes or mouth. There was no neck to speak of. Then came a canine. There was no mistaken it: rear legs, ears, muzzle and teeth and down on all-fours. Maybe it was a wolf, maybe a coyote or a dog. The third was the weird one. It appeared to be neither man nor canine, but some combination of the two. It had the same v-shaped torso, but the ears were definitely canine, the head level at the top and barely protruding above the shoulders. There were no facial features.”
― Erick Rhetts, Lost on Skinwalker Ranch

“These things were almost my height, standing upright on skinny legs with bony, L-shaped knees—if they were knees at all—and up on their toes like spastic ballerinas. Their torsos were too long for their legs and emaciated as if they had never eaten. They had these round protruding bellies, almost like the kind you see on those starving kids in Africa, and the chest was angular as if looking down on a pointed roof, the skin—patchy with thin hair and scaled with mange—sucked in between the rib bones. Their arms weren’t much different than the legs, elbows bony like the knees, only sticking out to the sides like chicken wings so that the forearms and paws—they definitely looked more paw than hand—were forced in towards the body and outward like kangaroo arms. There was no neck to speak of, as if their heads had been nestled haphazardly between the tapering shoulders, except they were jutting forward as if the things were craning to get a better look. Their muzzles were much shorter and weirder looking than you’d expect from canines, as if”
― Erick Rhetts, Lost on Skinwalker Ranch