Blood Ritual

The coyotes lifeless eyes stared at the hole in the North wall of the Hogan…
The hogan is a Navajo home here in the southwest, here in the Navajo Nation…
and to knock a hole in the North wall meant that someone died in there and the body was removed threw there…
to set he or shes’ spirit free…
leaving only the negative spirit trapped within…
It also served as a warning to all comers not to come near..a Ghost live here in this Death Hogan…
In this Death Hogan, where this once living animal now lay, lives a Witch, a Navajo Witch…
His new victim was this poor ol’ coyote… who was minding it’s own business hunting for rabbits…
I gues, the Hunter became the Hunted…
So now, the dark skinned Native was preparing, getting himself ready..making himself a new hood after losing the past one in a hi-way accident two nights ago…

Blood Ritual

He grabbed the coyote corpes and begin to gut it, pouring the blood into a bowl on the ground
as He cut the beast from it’s anus to the bottom of it’s throat, he whispered a dark prayer…
chanting and humming he worked, removing the hide ever so gentlly, not wanting to ruin the coat that he will soon wear…
The fire was burning hot, as he wiped sweat from his eyes, he removed the eyes, tongue, throat and most important, inside skull and brain…
and fashioned a hood from the remaining skullcap…
He tossed all that he gutted into the fire to cook, and eat later…
the paws, front and back were removed as well, later he would make arm bands and leggings out of them…
the remaining fur will cover other parts of his body as well as his chest and waist…
it was a big animal…the perfect size…
He reached into the fire where he placed some of the animals body fat and put the charred remains into the bowl of blood, mixing it, he also added some charcoal pieces that were pitch black and mixed that as well…
as he did all this he prayed his dark prayer…
Under a piece of old blanket was a body…
who’s body?
the poor person that once lived in the now new Death Hogan?
no, it was the body of a nobody drunk that was killed in Gallup a few weeks ago…
the cops have him as missing…
But, Mr.Skinny knew him as a sinner and a bad person…
and…
He has him now…
that was what he was looking for…
the corpes ransid smell filled the room as he took from the dead man…
Teeth, other bone and skin…
he took a large piece of human fat and rubbed his face and body…
reaching into the fire, he grabbed fresh ashes and begin to blacken his body…
dipping into the bowl of blood, he scooped a hand full of the blood paste mixture and begin to draw designs on his face and body…
he placed his new skin on his head and back tieing it down with a piece of leather string…
perfect fit he thought…
now he was ready to get to work…
laying out a small piece of unknown animal hide, he put a picture of a navajo family standing in front of a silver Trailor home, a piece of a whiskey bottle, some womans’ hair, a piece of a rattlesnake tooth and the bone fragments of the dead man in the corner…
he also added one more thing…a bullet…
reaching back into the bowl of blood he splashed all that was in front of Him, he added some of the blood of the dead man that he kept in a tim cup…
as He did all this, He begin to whisper a new evil prayer as he tied the Witch bundle…
“so..tomorrow night..
we’ll see how tough You really are
Mr.Law Man?”
as for now…
I need to get rid of this drunks body…
it’s smelling up the place..
even with that big hole in the wall…
He stood there, admiring his work…
whispering, chanting His Evil prayer…
the moon was down now…
time to go to work…
there’s a family in Sheepsprings waiting for me…got to make that money right buddy??”
the dead corpes did not answer back…
niether did the coyote…
The Navajo Witch tossed the remaining blood, fat and the coyotes unused skinned body into the fire…
then…
He heard a noise outside…
“You know it’s unlucky and unhealthy to look into the North hole of a Death Hogan?”
someone was watching him work…
that someone was about to become no more…
Story by
J.Lee
– this is written all in fiction…
I learned all of this from My Great Grandpa, who was a powerful Medicine Man…
He would stop the Navajo Skinwalker Witches and their witchcraft…
that’s how I became a Hunter of Witches…not just Navajo…but others as well…