As The Raven Dreams Podcast - ATRD Ep. 115 - Chilling Paranormal and Urbex Horror Stories - 9 True Scary Stories

Episode Date: March 15, 2024

Welcome to the chilling 115th episode of The ATRD Podcast! Today, we will step into the shadowy corners of reality, where everyday life takes an eerie twist & ordinary people experience the extraordinary. Today we will be diving into some chilling paranormal experiences, and horror stories involving abandoned buildings. So, turn down the lights, tune in, and let the haunting tales of everyday people take you down that dark and creepy road. Remember, these aren't just stories... these are true experiences that remind us that our world can truly be scarier than fiction. Have a Story To Submit? ➤ https://www.astheravendreams.com Or Post to the Subreddit ➤ https://reddit.com/r/TheRavensDream Support the channel for Early Access AND more! Patreon ➤ https://patreon.com/AsTheRavenDreams Join ➤ https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCkW0ihdMHfBUjQrMKjRto6g/join Or Check out the Merch Store! ➤ https://teechip.com/stores/astheravendreams Thank you to all of the authors that have stories in today's Video... TheGooseGuy PM_ME_Old_Buildings ParadoxicalParadox Brayden Schaeffer A.C. Smart MsBlank John Country boy Bertrand MsBlank As Well As Any Author That Has Requested Anonymity. 'As The Raven Dreams' is a community where we explore the darker parts of human existence through true and harrowing stories. From sinister encounters with strangers and stalkers, to terrifying experiences that defy explanation and unsettling mysteries that linger in the shadows, I am here to tell you the most haunting narratives ever whispered. Much Love, and Sleep Well... ----- #TrueScaryStories #AsTheRavenDreams #RedditStories ➤ Stories include a content warning for language and sensitive/disturbing content. Viewer discretion is always advised. ➤ ALL Audio of this Podcast are copyright of AS THE RAVEN DREAMS / RAVEN ADAMS and may not be duplicated, in any format, without explicit permission ➤ If you like any of the following stories, consider subscribing! - Dark Web horror stories, creepy lets not meet stories, stalker stories, Glitch In The Matrix Stories, Unexplained Horror stories, Paranormal stories, cryptid encounter stories, Crazy ex lover stories, creepy neighbor stories, quantum immortality, true scary stories from reddit, or any other True horror Stories! ➤ And Remember; You are loved, you are important, and you are valid. Never let anyone tell you otherwise. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

If you have a story you would like to hear featured on this podcast, please go to ashtheravendreams.com and click the button to submit your story. Also, if the platform you're listening on has the option to rate this podcast, please consider doing so. And thank you. As a young kid, I knew that I was pretty difficult to deal with. Not in the sense that I got in trouble and skipped school and was a bully, but more so that I was very curious and tried to get into end. Everything. My parents liked to remind me of how many child locks they had to put on cabinets, doors, even the fridge, because I would climb into everything. I even climbed over the kid gates.

It was hard to get me to sit down. As I got older, the curious and ever-adventurous part of me never died. My friends and I loved to get into places that we shouldn't be. It was like finding a secret base that no one else knew about. We've explored woods, old tunnels, and construction sites, and a few old buildings. But this time we were really wanting to check out this old house that our school bus always passed by. It had caught fire a couple years prior and was left condemned and abandoned. We didn't know who lived there prior, but the house was clearly left to fall apart.

That just meant that it was a free place to stake out with my friends. After school one day, I finished my homework and chores, as I was told to do, and was given permission to go out with my friends. I called up Roman and Shane and took off on my bike to meet them at our normal designated spot. We typically brought very little with us, being young and inexperienced. We knew it was probably going to be dark in the house, with no power. So we all brought flashlights. Roman brought an old backpack that may have had a hammer or a small pocket knife in it. He always had some kind of tool to help us get into places.

And that was about all that we brought. Like I said, we were young and more so just wanted to check the place out more than anything. We rode our bikes down the street and around the corner to the house. and after not seeing any cars drive by or in the distance, we ditched our bikes behind the house in a small gravel area and started walking around it to find the best way in. We didn't even try the front door, wanting to stay out of view, but the back door seemed to be jammed.

We did, however, find a window that we could open, and the screen was missing, so that was our way in. Roman went in first, then me, lastly, Shane. Once we were in, we realized just how much damage a house fire can do. Most of the walls were blackened, there were spots where the walls were peeling, where it was burnt, revealing light parts of the wall. I don't know if it was paint or wallpaper. There were still charred remains of a couch, a TV stand, and a table in the living room alone. Everything we touched left a grimy, dark residue on our hands, like soot.

Walking through the rooms and seeing so much stuff that was left behind was almost haunting. There was a kid's room with charred stuffed animals, now hardened from the burnt fur and warped by the water from the firemen, I'm sure. So many things that looked melted in place, like a cup sitting on a counter, now drooping over. a plate. It was eerie knowing someone lived here and had to leave all of this. But at the same time, it was an incredible sight to

see, and one hell of an eye opener for me when it came to fire safety, if I'm being honest. And the smell was pretty strong, too. We had a burn barrel at my house. I was familiar with the smell of burning wood,

both treated and not treated, as well as odd things that I would throw in there like paper or old toys. And while the smell of old burnt wood was present, there was another pretty pungent smell that I couldn't identify. I remember discussing it with my friends, but none of us knew what it was, but we continued on. After exploring the house, it was a single floor. My friend discovered the door that led to the basement. Roman and I definitely wanted to check. it out. The floor seemed sturdy, and I didn't have any worries about it collapsing. Shane,

however, was not interested in the basement. Going down there with just the flashlight was not something he was willing to do. But we compromised. He stayed at the top of the stairs, pointing his flashlight at the steps for us so that we didn't trip. We would check out the basement and then come back up and leave. No big deal. We walked down the stairs, and it probably sounded louder than it actually was, since the house was so still.

Once down there, the same but subtle smell from upstairs was now stronger in the basement. However, it wasn't bad enough to make us leave, so we started scanning the area with our flashlight. Most of the basement was open, but there was a small hall, way at the bottom of the stairs, and a door on the right that we opened to get to the rest of the basement.

I saw the hookup for a washer and dryer, but there was only one machine there. I saw a pile of clothing or something similarly soft close to the machine, but I remember that all of it looked fine. From what we could see, there wasn't much in the way of fire damage down there. So if those were their clothes, why would they leave them? I figured they probably didn't get to leave with much, so I would take everything that I could. Putting the clothing behind me, I continued looking at the room. On the other side of the room was where things got more interesting.

There were two long tables cluttered with... Stuff. There were a few plates and bowls with small remnants on them. glass containers, everywhere that I now know were beakers, glass tubes, giant pots, rubber tubes, funnels, you get the idea. At first, I just thought maybe the people that used to live here were some kind of scientist or chemist. It looked cool at first. I approached the table and began looking at the items individually. The glasses had a dry brown crust at the bottom.

There were bottles and chemicals all over the place, and the smell was absolutely coming from this stuff. But then I noticed the burner that the giant pot was sitting on. I reached across the table to touch it, and it was warm. It had been recently used. I was ready to walk to the other side of the table to get closer to it when Roman called out to me. By the sound of his voice, I stopped immediately. and pointed my flashlight up at him. Looking at him, he looked terrified,

and was shining his flashlight past me. I turned back around following his flashlight to see a man trying to disappear in the corner. To this day, that man was the most terrifying thing I had ever seen in my young life. The man was mostly skin and bones. Maybe it was just the flashlight, but he looked pale.

I could hardly tell that he was wearing a white tank top as it just looked like his skin. But other than the torn-up tank, the only other thing he had on was just a pair of white briefs. From what I could tell, he either had super thin and short hair, or it was just patchy and balding. His eyes were horrifying. There were dark circles all around, and they were deeply sunken in. His eyes themselves were very large and wide, like we had clearly startled him. But besides his actual appearance, what scared us the most was the large gun that he was holding across his chest. Without looking back, I told Roman to run, and as soon as I heard him running, I turned to run myself.

No sooner did I turn around, and I heard a loud bang ring out. I nearly peed myself stumbling up the stairs in terror. Shane was already gone by the time I got up. I ran behind Roman to the window, but then I could hear the thumping up the stairs. This guy was following us. I could hear Shane shouting on us from the window. Roman was just jumping through it, and I was right behind him. I practically fell out of the window, and we ran to our bikes, ducking to remain.

under the windows. Once we reached our bikes, we took off as fast as our legs would go, and immediately headed for Roman's house, as it was the closest. Once there, we collapsed on the ground, trying to catch our breaths and not have a heart attack. Once we calmed down, Roman and I explained to Shane what all we saw down there. Shane said that he took off when he heard the bang. At the time, we didn't know what the home-cooked lab was down there.

But what we did know was that we were trespassing and we weren't supposed to be there, and we knew that we would be in trouble for being there. So we did what kids do best. We told no one. Thankfully, no one never brought up hearing a gunshot to us, so we didn't have to fake that. My clothes did smell a little funny after. But I buried them deep in my clothes baskets, hoping that it would dissipate. After that, we stopped going into places like that.

If it was closed in, like buildings, we avoided it. We still explored open areas that had clear getaway points, and that we could clearly see there was no one around. We were way too young and too small to fight off adults. I did learn years later that the lab was disgusting. suffered by someone else, but they didn't find anyone down there. As an adult, it's a crazy thing to think about. I always saw our neighborhood as a wonderful and safe place,

but I also realized how much my parents protected us, especially from things like that. Who knows what that man would have done? He definitely chased us that day, but did he just shoot at us to warn us? Would he have actually shot us? and if so, what would he have done if he did hit us and possibly killed us? No one knew that we were there, so we could have disappeared and just never had been seen again. Just a few words of advice to anyone partaking in Urbex.

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mind-boggling. Last year, on October, Friday the 13th, my school had this event afterwards that we do a few times during the year, which they call fun nights. Although this night was not going to be fun afterwards. I was having a few of my friends over

for a sleepover afterwards, and we were ready to get all sugared up and stay up super late. But when we got back to my house, the usual route we took was barricaded, it off. I could see some flashing blue and red lights at the corner of my block. We were a block away from my house, so I could see the corner. But at the time, I didn't think much of it, because we get so much activity here that I was kind of used to it by now. I had one friend who

hadn't gone to the fun night, so he had his dad drive him to my house. I called him because he had texted me that he was there. We weren't quite there yet, because we had the go around the block to get to my street. When my friend picked up, I had asked him what was going on and said it looked like something happened with a bus or something. When we pulled up to my house,

we all got out of the car and looked at the corner. When we talked to some of my neighbors, it sounded like someone got ran over by a bus. We kept watching until I realized that they were cleaning blood up off of the street. My neighbor down the street texted me asking if I was okay, because she had seen the person was roughly my size and was riding a scooter that looked a little bit like mine. I had told her that I was fine and that I would talk to her later.

When I told my friends about what she had told me, my friend, let's just call him H, looked like he was about to puke. When me and my friends asked him what was wrong, he just looked up and said, My brother rides his scooter all over town. I had met his brother a few times, and I thought he was a really cool guy. And yes, I could confirm that he wrote his scooter all over. His brother was a year older than us, but we still had fun hanging out with him. When H got a call from his dad, his fears were confirmed.

It was his brother. We waited with him until his dad came to pick him up. When he finally did, he had talked to my parents quickly. When they came back in, they sat me down in the dining room and had told me that he had died on arrival. That's the first time I ever cried in front of my friends. But it certainly wasn't the last. Now, I'm not a religious person, but if a friend needed me to, I would pray for them. and that's what we did.

The rest of the night, we decided not to mourn, but to celebrate his life, by having the most fun that we could that night. We did all the things we were planning on doing that night, and it was amazing. Now, yes, I know what you're thinking. This isn't supernatural at all, but I'm not quite done. That night, when everyone else was asleep, my friend, let's call this one, C, told me that all he had wanted to do was talked to him one more time, referring to H's brother.

I had told him that that would be the best, and then we went to sleep. The next morning, my friend had told me that he had talked to him. I was surprised at first, but I've always been a strong believer in the paranormal and all that. I asked him what they talked about. He said that he didn't remember exactly what they had talked about,

but that it was a nice conversation. I was a little jealous at first that he got to talk to him, but I knew that my friend was the perfect person for H's brother to talk to. Plus, I wasn't ready to say goodbye yet. That would come later. I really hope you enjoyed the story, Raven, as I've been wanting to share it ever since I started listening to your podcast on Spotify, about three weeks ago.

Keep doing a great job. Thank you. Quick trigger warning for this story. Um, it does have mentions of self-harm and ending of one's life, so just a heads up on that if you don't want to hear it. Story's not for you. It's not detailed. It's just mentioned. I said that the haunted dorm, where baby the kleptomaniac philodendron stole its first balloon, and the bone lab are the only human ghost encounters I've had.

That was an inadvertent untruth. as recent events brought to my attention. I was seeing a new doctor. You know those new questions they ask. Like, if you're safe at home, you have enough to eat, are you experiencing depression? I highly approve of these questions, by the way, but it was that last one that nearly got me into trouble. See, I've been coping with depression since I was four years old. Half a century on, I'm pretty good at it.

At this time of my life, I have achieved multiple life goals, have a job that is both interesting and fulfilling, a loving family and friends, and a home of my own. Life is good, but even so, I practice my coping mechanisms on a daily basis. When they asked the question about depression, I told them honestly that my life has been great, and without thinking, I popped off with, I haven't tried to unalive myself since,

I was eight years old. And I immediately realized that statement could go wrong very quickly. Because being a good medical personnel, they asked, what stopped you? Feeling a little panicked, I told the truth. Grandaddy. They moved on to other questions. Because Granddaddy was dead. That's why I was so depressed that eight-year-old me went into the kitchen in the middle of the night,

pulled the biggest knife out of the drawer, and contemplated where to apply it. No, I probably wouldn't have managed to unalive myself, but I was desperate to stop hurting. So much that I'd have made a mess of myself, not to mention the trauma to my parents, siblings, etc. But something happened. I'm not sure exactly what happened. There was sunlight beaming through the windows and daffodil, and granddaddy and love. In the end, I put the knife away, and I went back to bed.

You can say it was a dream, but I know it wasn't. For one, I was most certainly awake. For another, well, to put it simply, my dreams during that time were nothing like that. No, life didn't magically get better. There were many weeks of nightmares and little sleep when the world trudged on, bleak and empty. But there were daffodils.

They were a reminder of hope, a promise of better to come. Then one day I was sitting in the car, in the front drive, waiting to leave for yet another counseling session. My parents were wise and well ahead of their time in many ways. The neighbor on the hill behind us had a new stereo system. To try it out, they opened the door. doors to the porch, cranked it up, and Calypso rolled down through the orchard across the valley, broke like a wave against the opposite ridge and flooded back.

The sun shone down. The hills and valley were filled with earthbound clouds of white apple blossoms, the palest blush, and the ground below was covered in yellow mustard flowers. For the first time in months, I saw what beauty life can hold. Little by little I learn to seek out reminders of life, of love, of hope. I find music that lifts my spirits. I cover my cubicle walls with images that remind me of myself, my accomplishments, and what I have yet to do.

Yes, I give myself permission to escape into books, movies, and good company, but I also join service organizations and volunteer. here. I craft, write, hunt fossils and garden. I found a home where I can look out my window and see trees. I feed deer and birds from my back porch. I even learned to scuba, a calypso. But it was granddaddy that gave me that first yellow petal of hope. Hey, Raven, I wanted to share a story that happened to me and my friends back in 2012. My friends and I love exploring. The city we lived in used to be more of a factory town.

The houses were old and many of them used to be owned by the people that owned the old factory in the town as well. Many people that worked at the factory basically rented the homes from them. The idea of your landlord also being your boss is really weird to me, but that's beside the point. Nowadays, the houses are owned by individuals. such as my childhood home that my parents owned. They never considered moving, even when they expressed their frustration with certain repairs. But I also understand that they owned that place since they married,

and it meant a lot to them. But as a kid, sometimes it was the uncoolest place to hang out. And since there were a lot of empty and abandoned buildings around us, we always found a place to venture into. The story is about one of those places. Right on the outskirts of the city, there was a pretty large building where a hardware store used to be. I remember going there with my dad as a kid, and it was pretty run down then. I believe when the owners passed, their kids just sold it since that was the end of it.

Since then, it had been sitting empty and abandoned. My friends and I would drive by it and see an unmarked police car, car in the parking lot, which only made it more interesting to us. If it was truly empty, then why were police presence necessary? Then, finally, no one was there for two weeks straight. We took the opportunity to finally check it out. We parked at the gas station across the street and walked over to the building. We went around back and my friend was able to pry the door open pretty easily. Once inside, it was pretty obvious the place wasn't that empty.

Most of the stock was gone, of course, but the shelves and racks were still standing like they just cleared out. There were signs about the last offers they had sitting at the registers, covered in dust. From somewhere above, there was some kind of airflow, as you could hear the subtle creaks from the signs swaying, which was pretty eerie when that was pretty much the only sound in there. I knew what happened to the place, as my dad told me about it, but it was kind of odd to see the place left as it was. Why did the kids sell or get rid of the inventory but leave literally everything else? I like to just see these places as they are and leave them that way,

but I know a lot of people that would gut something like this and scrap and sell it all. Maybe that was why the police were there, to prevent that. Anyways, we made our way to the back of the store where the employee area was. To my surprise, they had one of the literal punch-in time cards. There was even a stack of employee cards in the organizer nearby. We went through all the cards, just reading the names in their times. They were clearly many years old, but there was still something about it that was kind of stepping back in time. walking in at the age of eight, immediately smelling wood shavings and paint,

now seeing the employee side of things, I quite enjoyed it. After we got our fill of the employee room, we walked out and towards the other side of the building. This was where all the small hardware stuff was like screws and bolts. There was actually a container that was filled with bolts, washers, nuts, just a bunch of random parts. Again, we just looked through all the little containers and display items on the wall, messing around and talking to each other. We'd been doing this for some time, so we were all pretty calm throughout this, probably a little too relaxed,

because my friend Faith decided to climb up one of the racks to see if she could get to the top. Oliver told her not to, I may have encouraged her, because if she could do it, I wanted to climb up there too. However, to our surprise, the shelves were not bolted down in any way, and it was almost like we watched it in slow motion as it started falling backwards towards Ollie and I. I didn't move quick enough and it fell back on me, as well as Faith, while Ollie managed to get out from the other side. I dropped to the ground, at least hoping to not be too injured, but also hoping to make a soft landing for Faith. Her head did hit me, but that rack was heavy as hell, considering it held all the hardware that it did. It knocked the wind out of me, but thankfully, Faith responded too, so I knew that she was okay.

The crash, however, was painfully loud, and it had to have been heard from the outside, so we knew that we needed to get out quickly. Ali called out to make sure that we were both conscious and okay and asked if we could move. Faith was able to get to her hands and knees, but I was pretty much pinned where I was. The racks had backings, so we couldn't exactly just stand between them and walk out. Ollie tried to pull it, but I could tell that he was struggling with it.

Faith tried pushing it with her back, and I with my arms, but we couldn't move it. We just weren't doing anything to it, while Ollie was at least able to move his corner some. Now was where we started to panic some. We didn't know how we were going to get out of this. Then, we all simultaneously stopped talking when we saw a dark shadow approaching from the opposite end of the standing rack. We were found out, and we were about to be in big trouble. He shined a flashlight at us.

All of us too afraid to talk. when the stranger finally spoke. Looks like you could use some help. Ollie immediately said that we didn't want any trouble and said that we would leave when the guy started laughing. He stepped toward us more and shined a light on himself. Do I look like a cop to you? He said in a playful tone.

He had long gray hair that was tied back, as well as a beard that looked to be equally as long. wearing some old jeans and a denim jacket. He walked towards Ollie and started directing him to push with him. And with his help, they lifted it enough for both of us to crawl out from under the rack and between them. Once we were out, the man put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it as the three of us stood by and shyly thanked him for his help. He gave us a hard time, all in fun, about how we were the loudest explorers that he'd ever come. across. He mentioned how he spotted us shortly after we came in, so that was pretty terrifying to me.

This guy had been following us since we got in, and none of us saw him. I liked to think that I was pretty aware of my surroundings, but that all went down the drain. At any point, this man could have grabbed one of us, and we may have never known. He explained that he had actually been living in the storage basement for the past few months, I didn't even know there was a basement in that building. He explained that he knew it existed because he used to work there, and he knew the old owner of the place. We sat on the now-fallen rack,

listening to some of the things that he remembered about this place. He talked about how it started going downhill when the kids began managing it. They wouldn't fix some of the safety issues, and there were more than one accident that happened that could have been avoided if they fixed the highly dangerous issues. He even explained how someone lost part of their hand due to a safety switch in a saw not functioning. To be honest, some of the things he told us were pretty crazy, and scarier than what happened to us.

After talking for some time, we decided that we should probably leave. We thanked him for his help, though, not knowing what we would have done if he didn't help us, gave him some of the cash and smokes we had on us and left through the back door. The last thing he said to us was, I didn't see you, you didn't see me, and nodded, shutting the door. We made our way back to our car with no one noticing and went back to Ollie's to chill for a bit.

The time there started out great. It was nice reminiscing, but also seeing it abandoned and quiet was eerie. Then when the rack fell, I was pretty freaked out, knowing how loud it was that we were going to be found out and arrested, and none of us had ever been arrested. And when we saw this random figure approaching us while we were helpless, there were millions of scenarios running through my mind. But thankfully, he was just a guy down on his luck, and decided to lend a hand instead of robbing us, or worse. We all still like to Irbex, but I think I'm a little more paranoid when it comes to checking my surroundings. Because, who knows, if we'll get that lucky, again. Hi, Raven.

I'm a new time listener to your podcast, as I've just figured out how to do this techie podcast stuff on my phone, and now listen as I do work as a painter and decorator. I have my own business, and it helps to make the day go by. I thought you may like to read one of my experiences. These events happened to me when I was aged 20, way back in the early 80s. I still think about the experience all these years later, and the memory is still as fresh with me today as it was 40-odd years ago. And having bungee jumped and white water rafted and other crazy stuff in my lifetime,

I still consider this to be the most terrifying experience, of my life. I'm originally from a city in the north of England called Newcastle-upon-Tyne, but this happened to me to start off with in Scotland, in a place called Air. I was working in a very British traditional holiday camp chain called Butlands, that were very popular here with families after World War II through the 50s, 60s, and 70s. before the expansion of commercial flights took people away to Spain and Europe, which resulted in the slow decline of these holiday camps.

However, they were still popular in the 70s and 80s, and had camps spread out over the whole of the UK. People would stay in these camps for a week or so, and would be fully catered for with food and entertainment for both adults and kids. I was working there as a waiter serving breakfasts, and evening meals to the campers. At the camp, the workers stayed in chalets that were located at the very end of the campsite, in two-story blocks.

Each chalet housed two workers. It was all very basic by today's standards, but it was a great experience, and rather on the wild side. For a very shy and naive person as I was, then, it was quite a shock. To be suddenly plunged into a culture of driest and. drinking in the opposite sex. Anyway, it was one particular night I was having a very, very vivid dream, in which I was being chased by a very malevolent entity in a completely white and featureless landscape.

This entity was very tall, maybe seven to eight feet, and for some reason was wearing a voodoo mask. I was terrified of this thing, and I was desperately trying to be. to get away from it, when suddenly I found myself standing at the end of the chalet line that I was staying in. I felt totally confused. How did I get here?

It was completely real and lucid, and I would go so far as to say that I really thought I was bodily there. I looked behind me at the moonlit trees, and it seemed like the whole image was distorting, like a reflection would, on a flakable. mirrored surface that was being flexed outward. I thought he's coming through and started running down the chalet line. I can remember standing outside my door and suddenly being on the inside. I have no memory of passing through the door, nor seeing myself lying in the bed.

I jumped into bed and became rather groggy, half asleep, half awake, when I sensed the entity come into the room. It then climbed on the bed and laid down on top of me, and it felt like a heavy person lying on my chest. I felt myself sink into the mattress. It lasted for maybe four or five minutes, and then I came fully awake. The next day I was excitedly telling people of the weird dream that I had had. But as you know, there's nothing more boring than people telling you of their weird dream

they had the night before, as the description never matches the experience. A few months later, I was back in Newcastle, unemployed again, when I got an unexpected call from a friend who lived in Edinburgh, in Scotland, and who was looking for a flatmate to share expenses on a flat he was moving into, and he asked if I fancied living in Edenburg. Yeah, sure, why not? So off I went, with a few belongings in a backpack, and the last, and the less than a hundred pounds in my pocket, along with a train ticket to Edenburg. Life certainly seemed a lot simpler in those days. It had been about three months since the dream, and I had pretty much forgotten about it. The flat that we shared was a one-bedroom flat with two single

beds. It was nighttime, and I was asleep when I became aware of a dark shadow in the doorway of our bedroom. This was all in my mind's eye, and I was again in a half-asleep, half-awake state. I remember thinking he found me. Minor content warning for the next part. The submitter actually mentioned that I could edit this as it is a bit R-rated, and I will try to edit it slightly to keep it a little more PG, but if you don't wish to hear this, just skip ahead about.

15 or so seconds. This time I was lying on my front, and this thing climbed onto my back, and I again felt myself sinking into the bed, unable to move or shout out. It then, shall we say, assaulted me in a way that was extremely unpleasant. It again lasted for maybe four or five minutes, and I then came fully awake. I told my friend about it in the first dream, and tried to pass it off. as a bit of a joke, but in the back of my mind, I was

worried about it all. It seemed so real. The thing that bothered me the most was the fact that I was in a lot of pain that day, and actually collapsed in the street, unable to stay upright. But I kept telling myself it was

just a dream. However, the physical side of it was very real. Again, about three months past, and it happened again. but this time I was fully awake and knew that this was real. I was asleep having one of those bizarre dreams we all have from time to time. The kind of dream that makes you laugh in the morning and think,

where the heck did that come from? I remember the dream so vividly because I was snapped out of it so suddenly. I was lying on my back and someone grabbed my arm around my bicep. It was completely real and I opened my eyes, and just thought, oh God, not again. I felt completely paralyzed, and the only thing I could move were my eyes. I couldn't speak or move an inch.

The state that I later found out is called sleep paralysis. I then felt a person climb onto the bed and on top of me. I again felt myself sink into the mattress. There was no doubt this time. I was fully awake. and the sheer terror I felt was indescribable. Nothing has ever come close to that level of fear in my life since. I shut my eyes, but I felt compelled to open them and see if I could see whatever it was that was on top of me.

An act I still regard as one of the bravest things I have ever done. However, there was nothing to see, other than the ceiling. But the smell. All I can describe it as is all the worst smell. smells you've ever experienced. Vomits, rotting flesh, excrement all rolled into one stench. I was trying to wake my friend but was unable to call out. But I could breathe, and I started to breathe very heavily,

and hoped the sound of my hyperventilating was enough to wake him up. I was desperate for someone, anyone, to just drag me off of that bed, and would have paid anything they asked them to do it. as I did this, I felt a hand go over my mouth, as if to smother my sounds. I just thought, shut up, John, it'll go away soon. The experience lasted again, about five minutes, and it slowly dissipated and I regained the ability to move my body. I lay there feeling tears rolled silently down my cheek, as I came to terms with what had just happened. As the day went on, my friend kept asking me what was.

wrong as my behavior seemed so off. I eventually said, okay, I'll tell you as long as you promise not to laugh. And as I told him, I broke down with emotion. Rather embarrassing for my friend, as he is a total non-believer in anything like this. And he just looked at me with a confused look on his face. Again, it was about three months later,

and I had the whole experience happen again. the feeling of someone lying on top of me, the sinking into the bed, but this time was different. This time the entity started to whisper in my ear. Over and over again, it said to me, Let me in, John, let me in. I knew at the core of my being that if I just relaxed and opened myself up, this thing would enter me and my body and mind would be lost. I just knew that it would possess.

assess me. I then had an experience which, at the time, I did not understand, but years later I saw it described perfectly in a book I was reading, as a full-blown kundalini experience. I felt this energy at the bottom of my spine start to rise upwards, through my spine, into my head, and then burst out of the top of my head with such force that it took my breath away. In my mind's eye, I saw this entity explode into a million pieces. I honestly believe we all have this energy laying dormant in us, but it can take something extraordinary to release it. I just thought in my mind,

a kind of knowing that this particular entity would not come back, and try that again on me. I must admit that my life has been one of rather high degree of strangeness, something I put down to my mom's side of the family, who all seem to be on the spiritual side, as opposed to my dads, who all seem to be of the belief that, once you're dead, you're dead.

These experiences do still happen to me to this day, but not to the extreme of the experiences I had then. My wife is under strict instructions that if she hears me in distress state while asleep, she is to wake me up immediately. She has seen these dark entities during nighttime, once standing next to the bed, and once a dark shadow lying on my chest, and hearing its scuttle around the duvet. But that's another story. I may send some of my other stories one day, which range from more paranormal stuff, to glitches in the Matrix.

Thanks for listening, Raven. Keep the stories coming, as I have a lot of walls to paint. my brother passed away in a motorcycle accident back in 75 he was 16 and this happened five days before my 15th birthday which put a huge damper on my birthday and the upcoming holidays i will call my brother eric as i wish to remain anonymous i was now an only child and was very lost everyone took care of mom and dad and i was was just left out in the cold. I found that I couldn't relate to my peers, or anyone, for that matter. I wrestled with depression and left home right after high school, because I couldn't handle the memories, and home life was less than desirable. After a major breakdown, 15 years after my brother's death, I was able to connect with

one of my brother's friends. I'll call him Mark. Mark and I were talking via phone call and were sharing some memories of Eric. It felt good to share long, pent-up memories and even laugh at some of the funny things he did. A few days later, Mark called me with a bit of concern, perhaps bewilderment in his voice. To fill in a bit of the backstory, this happened in the mid-90s, while we still had landlines and answering machines. Mark's answering machine had been giving him and his wife problems. His wife had contacting the company that made the answering machine for a part to hopefully fix the machine. They had just received the part, and along with the part, the company had sent a brochure with the picture of the answering machine.

In the picture, there was my brother's full name on the identification area of the picture of the answering machine. usually it would have read something like John Doe or something to the likes, but instead it read Eric's first and last name. Mind you, Eric's full name was unusual, not a common name. It freaked Mark out, but I just kind of chuckled and said that he was just letting us know that he was there amongst us while we were talking about him a few days earlier. I know it may sound weird, but it was kind of comforting to know that Eric wasn't too far away. My friend Pedro and I were notorious for getting into some pretty dangerous situations.

We've explored a few old and abandoned houses that turned out to be drug houses, as well as some other unsavory activities. We've trespassed onto properties that we also nearly escaped from. but at the end of the day, it was an adrenaline rush that we looked forward to. Sometimes we would take a souvenir, but that was rare. We preferred larger dilapidated buildings. We liked to see the places crumbling and imagining what it looked like in its days of prime. We also liked to get into crevices way up high and see what we could get into. Maybe parkour in a way.

That's where the story is. took place. I started dating a girl that lived about 45 minutes from me. We'd been driving around her neighborhood when I spotted a large, old brick building. It had two of those large chimneys on top and a chain-link fence surrounding it. I asked her if she knew anything about it, and she said that it was an old factory that used to make pesticides. After talking a bit more about it, she said that her grandfather used to work there when he was younger, but that it was shut down before she was even born. She knew that I was into things like that, so she just told me to be careful, and mentioned there being some underground tunnel system they used to dispose of waste. So, that being said,

I told Pedro about it, and we made plans to check it out. It wasn't actually that hard to find information on the tunnel below it. I learned that. that some other Urbex members had gone through it. Some people mentioned that it seemed pretty creepy and that something felt off, so that they didn't try to get into the factory. However, we were both determined to go through it. So, there we are, finally at the tunnel entrance, ready for a new adventure. After making sure that no one was around, we crawled through the tunnel entrance,

the fence covering had already been cut. And once in, I was surprised to see the lights in the tunnels still working. It was nice to have the light, but otherwise, I could definitely see what others were talking about. There was quite a creepy feeling down there. There was nothing flowing through the tunnels and pipes, but there was a low humming sound the whole time. We managed to find the end of the tunnels, and there was a pretty weak lock on the door. Yes, what we did was not allowed, or really legal, so I do not condone our choices, but this is what we did. We were able to pretty easily break the lock, and we made our way into the factory.

People had obviously been in here. Some things were pretty well scrapped and gutted, and there was graffiti on the walls. I assume they probably put in the locks and possibly the fence because of it. One thing I did notice as we walked around was the dull humming sound continued. Nothing worked in this factory. There was no electricity running inside as far as I could tell. No airflow, no water running,

and none of the machinery worked or moved. But the sound was almost like some kind of machine. We walked around each of the tall machines, the walls, and shelves. Between the size of the equipment and how tall the factory was itself, it made me feel very small, like an ant in a giant's home. But then it started getting weird. We walked towards a large vat, and the air became cold and heavy. Something was now feeling very wrong.

I'm not one to be spooked easily, but for some reason, my fight or flight started to kick in. I started looking around for someone possibly watching or following us, but the problem was that I didn't see anyone, not even Pedro. He walked over to the Vat with me, but he was gone. I called out for him but didn't get a response. I started walking back the way we came and called out for him again, when I heard his voice clear as days say,

Hey, stop messing around, man. I didn't know why he said, that but I knew that he had to be close. I traced my steps back the way we came and still he was nowhere. I tried different parts of the factory thinking maybe we just got separated, but I still couldn't find him. But then, as I approached a door to what I assumed was an office, I saw a dark shadow run by in my peripheral. I quickly looked up but there was nothing there. But the air again got colder and was almost suffocating. Something wasn't right.

I couldn't find Pedro and we never split up like that. Something or someone was in here and the air was wrong. I called out once more for Pedro and told him that I was out, hoping that if he was in there, he would follow behind me. As I started through the tunnel, I could hear footsteps that were not mine. when I would stop, the steps would continue for a few seconds after. It also sounded like it was coming from behind me, but no one was there. I had finally reached the top of creepy stuff that I could handle, and I ran towards the tunnel exit.

To my surprise, when I got there, Pedro was already out there, pacing back and forth until he saw me. He ran up to me and kept asking me if I saw it, and where I had peasant. but I was the last one out, so where the hell had he been? He explained that he started walking towards the large fat with me, and then he saw a very large dark shadow walk between us, causing him to jump backwards. He had shouted something to me, but said he was confused when I didn't even react. I didn't look back at him.

I didn't stop walking. I didn't jump. Nothing. And I told him the reason that he was. I didn't was because I never heard him say anything. He stood there as the shadow seemed to linger over me, and when he heard my voice, but slightly warped, say, You need to leave.

He didn't hesitate. He's not a big ghost and paranormal person, so I get it. He ran out of there and hoped that I was right behind him, thinking maybe I saw something in the large container. But to add to the bewilderment, he said that he never said the stop messing around part. He was most likely already gone, so we both heard each other's voice, but neither of us spoke.

I had to admit, I was pretty damn spooked, too, so we left that place. The next day I was talking to my girlfriend about it, and what we saw, and while she was intrigued, she also said she wasn't surprised. She explained that the place had been shut down because of how, dangerous it was. She said the chemicals used in the pesticides they made were highly toxic, and it actually led to some of the health issues for those that worked there. A few people even died from it. However, the company said it wasn't their fault, claiming that working around it wasn't a problem. It was whenever someone tried stealing it and spilling it on themselves. I guarantee you that

no one was stealing pesticides, but that's just me, I guess. Eventually the company was consumed by angry workers and families of those that died, so they eventually had to close shop. After learning about and further researching this, I have no doubt that there are probably some trapped souls in that factory, and they were either angry with us for disturbing them, or maybe they were trying to protect us from a similar fate. Either way, it was still an experience, and the only thing that really had me freaked out, I don't think I'll go back there anytime soon, but there was definitely something, or someone, there with us. And I will never forget about it. Here's another one of my funeral home stories.

Most of my encounters in my 30-year stint subcontracted at a funeral home were mostly mundane paranormal activities, such as voices, music playing for no reason, and an occasional little. light flickering. But only a few were worth sharing, so here goes. I was subcontracted to do hair and manicure on deceased women, but occasionally helped dress and help get them into the casket. I usually worked alone with the funeral director passing through to either say hello, or give me pictures of the women so that I could arrange it accordingly.

This day I was alone, and busy working on a frail elderly woman. I'm usually engrossed in my work, but out of the corner of my eye, there stood a tall man in a dark suit, just standing in the doorway. I thought that it was the funeral director, so I turned my head to say hello, but no one was there. I shrugged it off and continued working, but the figure kept returning, just watching, but would disappear if I turned my head to see who it was. I was almost done with her hair when the funeral director did walk in, but now the figure that kept mysteriously coming in and out, came in with the director, and stayed, just watching lovingly. I finished my job, and the funeral director then placed the woman in the casket,

and arranged her for viewing. The funeral director then pushed the casket out of the prep room to the elevator. The handsome figure followed and disappeared into the elevator with a little. the elderly woman and the funeral director. I did mention this encounter to the funeral director, but neither one of us figured out who this was that was accompanying this woman, as she never married. Perhaps it was just a relative, or an angel.

Hi, Raven, long-time listener, first-time submitter. I'm a 50-year-old male, and my parents died when I was 26. We had a very loving upbringing and a very close relationship with our parents, my four siblings and I, and I was particularly close to my dad. He was the best dad ever, and I could always talk to him about anything. I had many occasions where I would drop by just a visit and talk with my dad. We were extremely close. Well, about ten years after he passed, I was very depressed with a wife at the

time and really needed him in that moment. It was a cold night, and I decided to make a fire outside at my fire pit. I had some depressing country music playing low in the background, and as I sat by the fire, I was saying a few prayers and talking to my dad in heaven while staring at the fire. A little backstory, I inherited the house my parents once lived in, and was living at it at the time. From where I sat, I could see the window of the house near to where my dad used to sit in his recliner, and although it was dark outside and all the lights were off in the house, I caught a glimpse of a curtain being slid over the window,

exposing a lamp that was on in the house. Now, I didn't have curtains at the time. I had blinds, and I didn't even have a lamp and set up like when my dad was alive. So I immediately knew that something was. up. I jumped up and ran inside the house thinking someone was in my house. Well, when I got inside the house, of course, no one was there. It was just as I had left it. Then it hit me. My dad always used to pull the curtain over to look outside when he was in his chair. I knew right then that my dad was comforting me in my time of need. Although he was long gone, he still came to me from my

beyond to tell me everything was going to be okay. Once I established that, I immediately felt better about my situation. It was definitely a life-altering moment for me. Thanks for letting me tell my story, and keep up the good work, Raven. I love your channel. Hey there, friends. I hope that you enjoyed this collection of scary stories on this episode of the As the Raven Dreams podcast. If you did, make sure that you follow the podcast on whatever platform that you're utilizing. And if the platform you are on has a rate the podcast option, please consider doing so. Those ratings push the podcast into the algorithm, and we all know how the algorithm controls everything, so yeah.

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