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April 2008 - Page 7

Chupacabras Attack
by CJ

This event happened on May 13 of 2006 in San Antonio, Texas. On this day, my friend was having a family celebration in which two other guys and I were invited. We had dinner and then decided to spend the night in a tent. Our tent had five windows, one right about where I was going to sleep. About 50 yards from our tent was a chicken coop filled with about two dozen chickens.

We all fell asleep at around 12:30. One of the other men woke the rest of us up with a scream. I continued to lie down, listening to his story about why he screamed, with my head leaning slightly against the side of the tent. Then, unexpectedly, I was hit in the head with three sharp nails. Each of these objects were outside the tent. I got up and looked out the small tent window only to see a small creature running on two feet away from the tent. It ran up to a tree and hid behind it. Then it popped its head out from behind the tree and I saw two big yellow-reddish eyes staring directly at me, which made me feel stunned and dazed, like I was in a dream or something.

After a couple of minutes of hearing the creature run by the tent over and over again, I realized it was stalking us. I told my friends what I saw and we decided to make a run for our trucks. One of the guys slowly unzipped the tent, but when I was nearly open, he yelled and fell backward on top of me. He said it was standing in front him staring at him, and then he said, "The quills on its back went straight up when it saw me."

We tried it again and this time we all darted out of the tent, running full speed. But when we nearing the trucks, I slipped and fell in some grass. Everyone else ran by me, leaving me behind. I got up and started running again, but this time I could hear the creature charging after me, directly behind me! But I managed to get there and jump in the bed of the truck and we drove off.

The next day we came back for our stuff and found 14 dead chickens, all mutilated with no blood. We also found footprints with three toes and claws. And where I got hit in the head up against the tent were three claw marks that slashed through the tent and left gashes in my head. I have never spoken of this story until now with anyone besides those friends.

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