I recently posted this story in an AskReddit, and a lot of comments led me here. It's a long story, and even though I always read stories of a similar nature as if they're fiction, I would swear on everything that this happened.

I'll preface this long story by saying that I have spent a lot of time with Native Americans, and their culture/history is really important to me. My dad grew up on the border of a rez in Alaska and was adopted by a family that was Inuit, and I spent a good amount of time with a friend who is Lakota. At the time of this incident, a friend and I were leaving Standing Rock (ND) after being there for about 6 weeks to drive home (TX). We (for some reason) decided to go and see Mt Rushmore on our way back, and after being at standing rock for so long we had a VERY sour taste in our mouths, seeing American presidents faces carved into mountains that were straight up stolen from Natives.

So, my friend decided that we should go to Wounded Knee. It was only a few hours out of the way home, and it seemed important that we go. Side note - it was about 11pm at this point. But fuck it, I was planning on driving straight to Texas, and we should go and pay our respects, especially after Rushmore.

Fast forward, gps takes us straight to the main part (the "gravestones," and a monument plus a bunch of descriptive signs). I have never believed in ghosts or spirits or any of that bs, but as soon as we parked, I was seized with terrible fear - can't move, refuse to get out of the car, struggling not to have a panic attack, gtfo of there kind of fear. My friend gets out of the car to go read the memorials, and I sit in the car literally paralyzed with fear and terror.

I look out the window, and see two giant black dogs, with red eyes, and they look directly at me. All I could feel was this oppressive feeling that was almost a thought that we not belong here, and the word LEAVE. We maintain eye contact as I literally start to shake and feel the most horrible feeling and sense of dread I have ever felt (also for the record, I'm a real tough lady, it takes SO MUCH to even ruffle me). I LAY on the horn and once my friend returns to the car I tell her that we need to FUCKING LEAVE NOW. I do not tell her what is going on, I just type "Texas" into gps with shaking hands, and start to drive away. Following the instructions, I leave, taking a bunch of turns and roads I didn't remember from the way in, and after about five minutes we end up right back at the exact same place of wounded knee that we were at. Right then, feeling legitimate actual terror and trying to not lose my shit, I tell my friend what's going on, (she happened to be a stupid hippy who believes in shit like spirits and crystals and whatever) and she took me seriously, and pulls her phone out. GPS did the same thing to her. All I feel is dread, and I cannot get those eyes out of my head. I decided to trust my hound dog senses at that point and just fucking drive us as far away as I can, my friend insists we throw off all the jewelry we were wearing, and I drove in clammy terror for at least an hour before I felt ok to even speak. I still don't know exactly what happened, and it still unnerves me. I've got goosebumps just typing this out at home.

I hope this was the right thread for this! I've told very few people this and it's cathartic being able to write it out. I have another story that's (imo) related this one and honestly the next time I have a while to type, I'll recount a it here. Thanks!