Your True
Tales
July 2003 –
Page 6
Chupacabras
in El Paso
by Elias
S.
I live in New York but am originally from El Paso, Texas. It is Father's Day and I just got off the phone with my father. I asked him how things were going and about his dog, Blue Eyes. This is the story I received:
A few nights before, he and a friend and stayed up late into the night drinking and talking. Around 4 a.m. he realized the time and told his friend he was calling it quits and going home for the night. The friend went to sleep and my father walked to his home and passed out. He said soon after he was awoken in the middle of the night by his dog yelping loudly in the backyard. He said it was like no sound he ever heard the dog produce and that it sounded like the dog was being killed. He grabbed his gun, which he always kept loaded (a very common thing in West Texas), and went out to his backyard porch to investigate.
The dog, at the end of the yard (the dog always slept by the door) was pinned on his back in that submissive posture a dog will make when overpowered by a stronger animal (the dog is a large pit bull) and was screaming wildly as it squirmed on its back. My father then said, as the sun was not out yet, that he squinted to see what was wrong with the dog. He said he saw a large black shape on top of the dog and, thinking it was a man, warned him to get off the dog, but the man didn't listen. My father shot at the black shape and it was startled enough to let go of the dog, which split the scene as fast as it could. The creature then stood on its two legs and stared at my father.
He said it had an animal's eyes that seemed to glow, or like an animal, reflect the light of what's around. My father then shot another round at it and it didn't move. He shot one more and he said that it spread out its wings that it had tucked behind its back, which he said practically spanned the length of his backyard gates, which are 14 feet, and flew off. The dog trembled through the rest of the night.
The next morning he went back and found no footprints, no blood from the shots at the animal. But he went toward the sheet metal wall behind the scenario and noticed by the dents in the metal that he missed the first shot completely. The second bullet seemed to have gone through the animal and lightly dented the metal (a bullet loosing much force when it tears through an object, and the third bullet is completely unaccounted for. He says it either went into the air or was a direct hit that lodged within the animal, its souvenir from its trip to West Texas. I asked him why the beast didn't kill the dog, seeing that it could have if it wanted to, and he said that it seemed as if the beast were trying to pick the animal up and fly away with it.
I write this to you because the last thing he said before he hung up the phone was to go on the Internet and see if I could find anything about Chupacabras sightings in El Paso and Juarez, which I did. Another thing, as he himself said, these things are definitely physical and can be killed, seeing how it was stunned by the sound of the first shot and fled at the third shot which might have hit it. And if it did hit him, surely it must have blood and vital organs, then can we expect a strange corpse to end up somewhere in the Southwest? I don't know if I believe in these things, but I believe my father. He's a drinker, but he's been a drinker his whole life but he has never, within city limits, taken a loaded pistol and fired in a backyard before.
Another thing of interest to the story: The area he lives in has many dogs, one in every yard, that bark at the slightest noise. No time during the whole episode did these obnoxious dogs bark once, not when the dog was yelping for help, not when my father was screaming at the top of his lungs, nor when the three bullets rang out. Its as if the dogs knew that their silence might save their lives. They were facing a natural predator. Its a crazy story, I know, but worth re-telling. Another question he brought up: Is there a migratory passage these animals follow regularly? If we began to view them as animals that have patterns of repetition, then we can advance further than attributing them to the supernatural or to aliens or to government cover-ups. Its fun to think that way but reality is always stranger than fiction.
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