I have lived in Alaska my whole life. There are many
ghostly and strange occurrences here. I am going to share a few stories
that happened to me and family members starting back from the
My family originates from a very small, cliffy Island in the
middle of the Bering strait. My grandmother and other elders in the
family would tell my sister and I about ghosts that haunted the
Island. There is a lot of them because many people died by falling
off the cliffs. There was one that I remember she would talk about,
the spirit of a beautiful woman who fell off a cliff and on the way
down her clothes got stuck on a rock and got ripped off. She also
tried to dig her nails into the cliff and ripped quite a few off. Well
anyways she died and her ghost would appear naked with bloody
fingers and lure men off the cliff. I was also told of a young girl
who wore her hairs in two braids that fell off the cliff and one of her
braids got stuck on a rock and got ripped off her head. She would
appear with one braid and the other half of her head bloody scalp.
My uncle says he has seen them both a few times when heís
hunting on the island.
In the early 1900ís my people were forced
to leave the island because of a large rock that the government
feared would fall and kill everyone in the village. The rocks to this
day never moved.
There is also a legend of little green men that walk around at
night. My people call them ijigoks. Also other native cultures
throughout Alaska see them too. People from White Mountain call
then ijigees. My uncle swears he has seen them when he was
snowmachining. He says they chased him. Very respected elders
from a village called Golovin says a long time ago they befriended
the ijigoks and they would help them with their dog team until one
of their dogs killed one.
In the summer we would go to Golovin when I was young. Me
and my sister would hangout with the village kids, mostly the boys.
We all decided to go check out the graveyard. Village graveyards
always freaked me out and still do. I never felt welcome in most. I
figure it is because Iím half white and a lot of the elders that are
buried there were from times that natives and white people didnít
get along. Well anyways we were checking it out and we all were
pretty scared. One of us was pretty clumsy and accidently stepped
of a grave of a little girl who died at about the age of 4. We
automatically heard screaming and crying of a young girl.
Everyone thought it was me cause I was the youngest and were
telling to shut up, but it wasnít. We freak out and got out of their
ASAP. I feel terrible about being so disrespectful.
About a year ago my sister died in a car accident. She was
buried in a Athabascan traditional graveyard. A close friend of
ours and I went and visited her for the first time since the funeral
last summer. It was a extremely calm day, absolutely no breeze at
all. The air was thick because there was wildfires all around the
area. I lit a candle and sat silently next to her grave for about 10
minutes. It got very uncomfortable for me and I was getting a little
freaked out. It was like I could hear whispering in the trees and
crunching in the woods. I felt like I was unwelcome and the spirits
wanted me to leave. Finally I looked over at my friend and told her
I didnít feel right and we should go. I could see in her face she felt
the same way. We were both relieved and scared at the same
time. We started walking back to the car and by this time I was
literally shaking. When we got to the car I realized I left the candle
burning. Me being big on the environment insisted we blew it out.
When we go there the candle was out. We were freaked cause
there was no breeze. We left and shortly after I broke out into
hives and got a fever.
Iíve been back there once since then. The last time wasnít as
bad but I still felt unwelcome. I decided that next time I go Iím
going to burn sage and offer tobacco. It is also an Athabascan
tradition to start a fire and to burn food to share with the spirits.
Everyday I worry that my sister isnít welcome there. Some of the
graves date back about 100 years or so. Back in the old days
Athabascans didnít get along with Inupiats cause they fought over
the land. I think that is the reason why I feel so unwelcome with
me being a blonde hair Inupiat. I thank you for letting me share a
piece of my culture.
If you have any questions or comments
please e-mail me.