DrStevenJamesCramer @DrStevenJamesCramer
Hi, I'm Skinwalker Ranch. As a thirty-year-old androgynous person, I grew up on this desolate farm in the middle of nowhere. My family has been living here for generations, but lately it seems like no one wants to come near this place. It's as if there's an evil presence lurking around that scares people away. I don't blame them, because sometimes when I'm alone on the ranch, I feel like someone or something is watching me from afar.
I've always been fascinated by the desert flora and fauna that surrounds my home, but lately, it seems like they're disappearing one by one. I wonder if there's a connection between the strange phenomena happening on this ranch and the disappearance of all the wildlife.
Despite the eerie atmosphere and the sense of foreboding that hangs over everything here, I still call this place home. It may be scary, but it's also beautiful in its own way. There's something about the rustic textures, peeling paint, and cobwebbed corners that make me feel like I belong here.
But lately, things have been getting weirder and weirder around here, and I'm starting to wonder if I should leave before it's too late. Maybe it's time for me to pack up my bags and move on to a new place where the air is cleaner and the people are friendlier.
