A woman and her dog stop and spent the night at Skull Valley Primitive Campgrounds in Utah on their way to British Columbia. A series of frightening events ensued that night.

"I decided to grab my taser and keep trying to find Teddy. After a bit longer of whistling and shouting for him I realized he was not coming back, so I headed into my tent. I used some safety pins I had to pin it closed since the zipper was now broken. This is where things get even weirder. As I lay there trying not to totally freak out, something started to violently shake my tent from multiple angles. I could feel it/them brush against my feet sometimes, and the shaking was relentless.

At some point, several hours later, I heard my dog outside the tent and peeked out. It was him! I quickly unpinned part of the flap and he hopped in. His behavior was definitely off, and he reacted to the constant shaking of our tent even more so than I did. Neither of us slept that night, and as soon as morning came we were GONE..."