A Medicine Story. Number II by Jeremiah Curtin

A man and his wife went off hunting and left their little boy at home. The mother said: "Stay here and watch things; don't go away anywhere."

The boy was afraid; he didn't want to stay alone. The father and mother had not been gone long when the boy heard a noise like a whirlwind in tall grass. A Skoks had come for him, but he didn't know that. He looked out, looked over his left shoulder, and saw a kind of grayish white fog. In that fog was a woman; one side of her face was painted in black streaks, the other side was the color of ashes. She called out to the boy: "Come here, little fellow! " The child didn't go; he screamed and fell dead.