As The Raven Dreams Podcast - ATRD Ep. 117 - Scary Spring Break, Restaurant, Haunted House, and more! - 17 True Scary Stories

Episode Date: March 29, 2024

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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 a couple years back my girlfriend and I made plans for a fun little spring break trip her birthday was going to fall right in the middle of it so i thought it would be a perfect combo vacation for it too we wanted to go somewhere warm and sunny both wanting a break from the cold gloomy oregon but also somewhere that wasn't going to be heavily populated like miami So, we decided on a nice little area in South Carolina. We flew, anticipating just getting an Uber anytime we went far, but the area we were going to be staying in had a great food and shopping district,

with most of it within walking distance. It was one of the reasons we chose it. We were both avid runners, so being on our feet all day never bothered us. Upon arriving, the hotel was. was much nicer than anticipated. I almost panicked thinking I accidentally booked the wrong one, but the receipt they gave to the front desk confirmed it. We got our room which was just as nice, and Hazel loved it,

which was the most important to me. Once we got settled into our room, we decided to take it easy that night. We went swimming in the hotel pool, had drinks at their bar, and had the best nachos to go with it. We ended our night back in our room, watching some shows as we fell asleep. We got a late start the following morning, probably just being worn out from the flight and everything catching up to us.

After breakfast, we wanted to check out some of the nearby shops, so we set out on foot. As we left the first store, there was a guy sitting on a bench that we walked past. He looked a little rough, but he didn't look homeless. I say this because where we live, we see that a lot. I'm also aware that some people just take care of themselves better than others. He just looked like he had one hell of a night and was trying to recover from it. His short dark hair looked dirty and was sticking up everywhere. He had on jeans that were also dirty and caked with mud on the bottom,

and he was wearing a button-up blue-collared shirt. Other than the collared shirt, I would assume that he just did some kind of construction work. He also had a cigarette hanging from his mouth and a smartphone in his hands, staring at it. As we passed by, we were in conversation, and he did a double take, looking at us. When we got close enough, he waved, saying, hey, in a soft tone, obviously trying to get our attention. We both slowed down but didn't stop And looked in his direction You ladies wouldn't happen to have a lighter on you, would you?

We both shook no, neither of us being smokers He smiled and said he figured Claiming we looked too good to be smokers And then laughed Warning us to never start up Hazel commented that it was never too late to stop And he laughed again After wishing each other a good day

he looked back down at his phone and we continued on. The rest of the day went fine. We saw the guy sitting on that same bench, still with an unlit cigarette in his mouth twice more. But he didn't stop us or say anything else to us. I just remembered mentioning to myself that he had been out there for hours, which was odd, but nothing too crazy. We went back to our hotel and had dinner at the restaurant there.

But then, the next day. day was when things took a turn. It started out normal. We actually took an Uber to the beach and spent most of the day there. The weather was sunny and warm with just a pinch of chill in the air, plus it wasn't crowded at all, which made for the perfect day. We got back to the hotel around four and cleaned up so we could go have dinner. The following day was Hazel's birthday, and I was planning a special day for her. But that night, we had to be a day. We had to be a little bit of agreed to try out a local bar and grill. We made our way out of the hotel and headed to our destination on foot.

Due to previous experiences in the past, I've become acutely aware of my surroundings. People, animals, buildings, as well as sounds and smells that may affect me. I don't assume everyone that I don't know is suspicious or dangerous, but I do think it's important to know what's around you, if that makes sense. Now, I will also say that Hazel is quite the opposite. I adore her, obviously, but she may be a bit more on the naive side of things, so I have definitely become the protector in the relationship. Don't worry, she would absolutely agree with these sentiments.

I mentioned this because, as we approached the restaurant, I saw the same guy from the day prior, leaning against the building with his phone in his hand. I know that it was the same guy because he was also wearing the same thing. Still, a little weird, but whatever. He didn't look up at us this time. Hazel didn't seem to notice, and we continued inside. During dinner, Hazel mentioned a little shop she wanted to check out afterwards, and I agreed. It was across the streets, so once we finished, we walked towards the intersection closer to us to cross.

as we waited for the signal, I noticed the same guy was now walking slowly towards us. He didn't give off any weird vibes yesterday, and same for that moment. But it was still getting dark, and he was definitely bigger than us, so I was cautious, especially when he seemed to avoid eye contact. We all talked the day prior just fine, but maybe he just thought it was awkward and I was being paranoid. We crossed the street and went into the shop, but not before I noticed the guy crossing the street too. We spent some time in the store and chilled a bit, when I noticed the guy didn't come into the shop. After we made our purchase and left the building, I did a quick look around and noticed that the guy was now leaning against the building that we were just in.

If he had no intention of speaking to us, why would you cross the street to do the exact same thing you were doing on a different building? That's when I started getting suspicious. I had Hazel walk a little further ahead of me, and I tried to focus on Hazel talking to me, but also the sound of feet dragging behind us. After a few feet, I was growing impatient, so I gripped Hazel's hand and stopped. I turned around, and I saw this guy walking towards us,

but he seemed to be dragging one leg. He wasn't bending his knee. Can we help you? I said to him with a slight annoyance in my voice. I've got something in my pocket for you, he said in a creepy sing-song voice. It's set to chill down my spine, and the shakiness in Hazel's voice

was all I needed to kick my fight or flight into gear. I basically told him, we're not interested, and we both picked up our pace. The whole time I could hear him behind us, making this little menacing giggle and repeating the same phrase over and over. He would even holler out for us to guess what it was, saying it was long, hard, and heavy.

What kind of sick joke was he going for here? Not to mention the sheer audacity to do this in a public place. The good thing about Hazel and I is that we both could communicate well without speaking. A lot of strong couples can do that. So as we approached the intersection, I grabbed her hand again. Again, we nodded at each other, and instead of pushing the button to cross, we unexpectedly ran through the crosswalk, hoping to throw the guy off.

He shouted at us and tried to run across too. Our hotel was right across the street from where we were crossing, so we ran inside. We went to the desk, wanting to report the guy following us, but before we could explain at all, he walked through the doors, repeating what he had been saying. I practically screamed at him to leave us the aph alone. Before he could get much further than the door, the guy at the main desk was walking towards him telling him to leave. The guy waved at us and said that he'd be waiting for us, and then left the hotel.

There was no way it was going to end there. I called the police from my phone. No, I wasn't thinking about calling them initially, but was rather focused on trying to get away. When they showed up, the officer talking to us told us the guy was still outside, so they had restrained him to question him. After explaining what all happened, they said they checked him for weapons, drugs, etc., like they normally do, but they found a large pipe in his pant leg. I don't know if I was relieved or more terrified. What even were his intentions?

And why? He was fine with us the day prior. He was friendly and talkative, and now he's chasing us with a metal pipe. They said he was also under the influence, so they were taking him in. But they also said that they were quite familiar with the guy. Yet he was just out there, able to keep tormenting and terrorizing others. I was angry. They filed a report, and that was pretty much the end of it.

Saying nothing happened, so we were okay. No, we were not. not okay. We both sobered up pretty quickly in our rooms and thankfully slept fine, probably just worn out. I did my best to at least put the incident behind us so I could give Hazel a great birthday. We just ubered everywhere that day. She seemed to have a great time and was very happy, so I guess I did pretty well. It was just unfortunate that one person could ruin a vacation, or a night, or even someone's life. I'm thankful that we were together and were able to run away,

but it scares me to think that he may be out there today, traumatizing other women, and I just hope he was never successful at showing anyone that pipe. I used to work at a certain 24-hour diner that serves waffles, the house of waffles, if you will. And honestly, it was probably one of the best jobs that I've had. ever had. I worked the night shift and the manager on that shift was super laid back. And as long as we kept the line clean and the customers happy, we were pretty well allowed to do whatever we wanted,

within reason. On the night where this happened, it was a rather busy and stressful night, which did happen from time to time. I had just come off of my shift, so it was around three o'clock in the morning, I believe, and after having served about 150 waffles, I was pretty well ready to get home and go to bed. The employee parking lot was a small cramped space off to the back of the diner. It was large enough for only a few cars, and if you worked a full shift, you usually had to park in the front of the building. I had gotten one of the closer spots in the back lot. It was a bit tucked off at the side, and a bit darker than the rest of the line. but it felt secure enough.

Plus, it was the employee lot. So it was surely safer than being out in the main lot with everyone else. Right? Yeah, that was the night that I learned that that was completely wrong. As I approached my car, keys in hand, ready to hit the unlock button, hop in and head home, I noticed something odd. There was another car that was haphazardly parked in the employee lot. like they weren't parked in the lot but off to the side and behind another person's car.

I paused and sort of stared at it for a moment, thinking that it was strange. As I was staring at it, I heard the engine turn over and the headlights kicked on. I just kind of thought that it was someone doing something they probably shouldn't have been, and they saw me and realized that they weren't as hidden as they thought. I shrugged it off, thinking they would just go ahead and leave and kept on towards my car. As I got to my car, I reached my hand in my pocket to grab my phone, only to realize I didn't have it. I had accidentally left it inside. I huffed a bit at my stupidity, shut my door, and started back towards the back entrance of the restaurant.

As I was walking back, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a man getting out of the car. that was now sitting there idling. I only saw him out of the corner of my eye, but I knew that he was there, and I knew that he was walking toward me, and I was now extremely nervous. I picked up my pace, but the man started shouting for me to hold on, and that he wanted to talk to me. He was, unfortunately, faster than I was, and he caught up to me, grabbing my arm.

As he grabbed me, I started to scream, And I reached out and banged on the back door as hard as I could, trying to pull away from his grip. I kept screaming and trying to hit or kick the door to get anyone's attention. He kept pulling me away from the door and I was near certain that this was the end for me. This guy was going to get me in his car and drive off. Thankfully, that is not what happened. And me banging on the door was enough to catch the attention of our cook. To describe our cook is to describe the most intimidating man I have ever seen.

Though knowing him, I know that he's also the most kind-hearted giant ever. Andre was a six-and-a-half-foot-tall man that had to be almost 300 pounds. And while Andre had a bit of fat on him from eating the food at our diner, he also liked to hit the weights. and under that slight chubbiness, there was a ton of muscle. So when he threw the door open and was holding a hammer and came out shouting at the man that had a hold of me, we both jumped. The man took one look at Andre,

let me go and made a mad dash back toward his car. Andre took off toward the car as the guy started to reverse out as fast as he could. I then witnessed what was probably the most terrifying, thing I have ever seen. I watched as Andre pulled his arm back and threw the hammer at the windshield, and I swear that hammer went through the damn glass and hit the guy in the face. It definitely broke the windshield, and I'm pretty sure it went all the way through, so he now had a massive crushed spot in the front of his car.

The guy gunned it and took off out of the parking lot, leaving me standing there behind And André, who I now considered my savior. He asked me if I was okay, took me back inside, and we contacted the police. This was the day that we all learned that the cameras in the back lot, the employee lot, didn't actually work. They had apparently stopped working at some point in the last year or two, and the owner never bothered to get them fixed. He did after this, but it was too little too late.

I was given a few days off after this, and when I came back, I was told to park in the closest spot, and the manager implemented a new rule that no one was allowed to walk to their cars alone. Someone had to, at the very least, be at the door and watch them get into their car at the end of the shift. I don't work there anymore. Andre does, and he's officially my best friend at this point because that man most likely saved my life. and watching him throw a claw hammer through a windshield was something else. I have no idea if they caught the guy, but I never heard from them. If nothing else, hopefully Andre scared the hell out of him,

and hopefully he learned his lesson. This story may seem a bit out there, but I have to get it off my chest. Last year, my family moved into this old house that my grandpa used to own. My grandpa rented it out to another family, and they had decided to move out of the state. And since my grandpa is entering the palliative years of his life, which I know sounds a bit morbid, but he does have cancer and there's not much that can be done for him. Anyways, since that's happening, my grandpa went ahead and made a deal with my dad that would allow us to own the house. And he decided that it would be our family home.

So we moved in. And from day one, it was clear that something was off. At first it was just, oh yeah, this old house has some quirks, but it became something more pretty quickly. It started small enough. I would find stuff moved around my room and think that it was my little brother. My books that I kept on my desk would end up on my floor. My chair would be by my closet.

I would always yell at Aden about it, asking why he was going into my room. But then after a while, he started complaining about things moving in his room and things disappearing. And then I would find some of them in my closet. Again, at first, I thought he was doing this to mess with me. But he was seven. And while it would be a pretty good prank, it just didn't seem like him. My parents pretty much ignored our complaints, but it's... kept happening, so we kept telling them.

Then, one Friday night, things got real. I was up late. Everyone else was asleep, and I was sitting at my desk on my laptop, working on schoolwork. I know, super exciting way to spend a Friday night as a teenager. I jumped when I heard the sound that was like a creaking noise, like someone was walking on the stairs. I figured it was probably just one of my parents going down, but... Then it kind of clicked that, in order for them to go down the stairs, they would have to have walked past my door. Which, they hadn't.

My door was open. I poked my head out, and the hallway was empty. As soon as I look out, the creaking noise just stops. I'm thinking, okay, that's weird, but whatever. Fast forward to a couple of days later, and I was much in the same position. It was later in the night I was on my computer doing whatever and out of the corner of my eye

I see someone walk into my room I jumped and turned to look at whoever it was but there was no one there I stepped out of my room and looked down the hallway no one's there I think maybe someone went downstairs and whatever I saw was my mind tricking me into thinking they were coming into my room

So I headed downstairs to see who it was. But again, there was nobody there. Then when I turned to walk back up the stairs, the lamp in the corner of the room clicked on. This isn't a smart bulb or anything other than just an old lamp from a garage sale that sat on a corner table. In order for it to turn on, it had to be clicked on manually. I noped back up the stairs and shut my doors,

deciding I would just go to sleep. Then, my mom had an experience. It's important to note that my mom is a no-nonsense, skeptical person, and she was pretty annoyed with my brother and I telling her about the weirdness, to the point that she

told us that it was a quote-unquote forbidden topic. Silly, yes, but it was what it was. However, one morning, a few weeks after the lamp thing, I come downstairs in the morning and she standing in the kitchen staring out the window, and she looks white as a ghost, no pun intended.

I asked her what was wrong, and when I spoke, she nearly jumped out of her skin. Like, she was super deep in thought. At first she tried to say nothing, but I pried a bit. She ended up telling me that she woke up in the middle of the night last night, and she swore that she saw someone standing in the room at the foot of their bed. She said that she thought it was me, but after focusing on it, she could tell that it was masculine, and when she sat up in a panic, it just sort of faded away. My dad came down and made a joke about it, but I could see that my mom was seriously shook.

After this, my mom actually went through a really tough period where she had insomnia, and couldn't sleep in her room. It actually caused a really rough patch in my parents' marriage. My mom would sleep in their room and would have these terrible nightmares, and swear that there was something hovering over the bed the whole time. My dad didn't see it, so of course he struggled with how to navigate it. For him, it was just a stressful situation where my mom would sleep on the couch downstairs because it was the only way that she could actually sleep.

After a while, we were able to work the problem out, and I volunteered to swap rooms with them. I was willing to put up with it if it meant that they could be okay, and that my mom could get through the issues. What was weird? After we swapped rooms, it all seemed to stop. She stopped having nightmares and stopped having insomnia. My brother and I stopped having things moved around,

and I never saw any more moving shadows. I'm not saying what this all was. because it seemed like a weird haunting, but also why would it just stop like that when we changed rooms? In the end, all I can say is that it was weird, and I cannot explain it. Take it as you will. I'm just happy that it seems to be over.

For context, I am highly skeptical, but I'm no stranger to the paranormal. I'm the type that believes demons exist, but most ghost stories are overreactions of easily explained phenomena, or simply hoaxes. About three months ago, I started working security for a hotel that was built back in the 1920s by a major hotel chain that has changed hands multiple times, and is now owned by one of the biggest hotel chains. I'm not saying which, so the company can't sue me. Now, from what I've been told, paranormal activity is not.

a common occurrence in the hotel. But some years back, the Make a Wish Foundation started sending some children here because, well, it's a major resort, at one of the most popular beaches on the East Coast. So why wouldn't they? However, the hotel was not informed of this and didn't realize what was happening until several children died in their room over the course of a few weeks. supposedly on quiet nights, you can hear children playing with a ball in the North Tower ballrooms at night.

For years, guests complained of children playing ball loudly next to their room, and when security would check, there would be no one there. This has not happened in a while, but going into this story, you should understand that my opinion on the cause of what I've seen may be warped by being told this story. Now, every shift we do a floor check, especially on night shift when I work. At first, I never noticed anything strange. I got a little creeped out by the quiet of the floors at night, but nothing supernatural.

The hotel has two separate towers, separated by a restaurant and shopping area that connects them. About a month into the job, and suddenly I start feeling like something was following me on my floor checks, especially in the South Tower, which is the biggest and tallest. And, where I understand most jumpers choose because all the rooms facing the ocean, have sliding glass doors with a short railing in front, and you can put the rest together from there. Anyway, it got really bad in October. Maybe the spooky season had an effect on me,

but this feeling of being watched and followed never went away. As the weeks have gone on, I started seeing distorted faces in windows as I passed by, to the point that I no longer look at them. The floor pattern sometimes reflects on the glass, and the mind could easily make a face with the pattern, but some of these faces were further up on the glass, or this wouldn't have been possible. When I focus up there sometimes,

I can almost hear whispers in the back of my mind, urging me to end my own life, or lambasting me for the mistakes I've made, or even telling the insecurities I have about myself that I've never told anyone about. In the last few weeks, some strange physical and auditory phenomena have occurred. Part of what we do on the floor checks is closed doors that we find open, and some of the doors lately have been more difficult to close. one in particular I had to use all of my strength to slam shut. The ice machines on each floor sometimes make a banging noise while in operation,

so I usually attribute any noise I hear from the vending area to that. But sometimes, it almost has sounded like something was rummaging in the garbage cans. And when I go to investigate, I would hold my keys so they wouldn't jingle in case it was a person. and as soon as I do the rummaging noise will stop. On a couple of occasions, I felt what I can only describe as hands touching me while closing certain doors, sometimes just a tickle,

and other times a brush against the back of my hand, and even a feeling like someone on the other side of the door is pulling it in the opposite direction against me. I now dread the floor checks, especially after 3 a.m. I'm not trying to make this sense, seem scarier than it is. But these things intensify the closer it gets to that hour.

Whatever they are, they are not friendly. And I think they know that I can sense them. They really don't like that I can sense them. Like some nights that watched and followed feeling is more like a burning hatred directed towards my existence. Like being stalked by an enemy or a predator. I'm pretty religious. and whenever these things happen, I always pray to God,

and when I do it usually goes away, whatever it is. The scariest thing, though, is the last time it was that intense, I heard something growl next to my ear. I've never been hurt by them, so my assumption is that they can't hurt anyone physically, but they try to communicate often, and they want their presence acknowledged. almost as though that's where their power comes from. My grandmother once told me that demons truly have no power, that they're capable of whatever we believe them to be capable of.

My mounting fear is feeding them, whatever they are. My experiences could be just me seeing things or looking too much into something completely explainable. I don't know. This is just what I've seen and heard. Whatever it is hunting me at night, my co-workers don't know about it. Or at least they aren't telling anyone. I am bipolar, but medicated, and I've never had hallucinations.

Maybe I'm just crazy in seeing things, but if that's the case, why am I not having any other signs of manic episodes or psychosis? And why am I only seeing things in that one part of the building? I want to make it clear that I don't expect anyone to believe this. As I said to someone else in the comments, ultimately, all I have is my word. But I stand by what I said, and whether you believe me or not, these things did happen to me. I despise people who make stuff up like this, or try to make their story seem scarier, by making it look real to gain more traction on a fictional story.

It discredits people who really experience these things. If I'm writing fiction, I will note it as such, unless it's obvious. The OP did send me a message with some more information, so I would like to include that. For one thing, the overall paranormal activity has reduced over the last few months. When I sent something following me, it feels less malicious, maybe because I stopped paying them any mind. I still avoid doing floor checks in the South Tower if possible. Sometimes I just have to, like right now, actually, as I'm typing this.

Now, there have been a handful of incidents that could easily be chalked up to natural phenomena, or just people. However, I had an alarm randomly sound when I pushed a door, and engineering couldn't figure out where it came from. said the only possible way the alarm could have sounded off is if a person pulled the fire alarm and I was nowhere near it there's also no way to stop that alarm without human intervention I was nowhere near it and even the engineer said he thought that it was a ghost or something other than that we just had a lot of calls about kids pounding on doors and when we go up to investigate no one is there

no matter how quickly we respond This is easier to explain, but I've always wondered whenever it happens, if it was a person, or some kind of spirit. While I was a nurse training, too many years ago, I worked nights in a care home that was really nice, and everyone was well taken care of. I usually worked alone, along with a staff member asleep on the top floor in case of emergencies. On this night, there was two of us because a lady called Hilda was dying, and I wasn't experienced. Hilda was on a lot of medication, and sometimes awake and quiet, other times sleeping. The doctor guessed that she had a few days left. She was a religious lady, so one of us staff would be sat with her reading the Bible to her, as requested.

I hadn't gotten very far when Hilda said Brian's here Brian was her oldest son Her family were great regular visitors So we knew them all well I assumed that she meant he had visited that day

I explained that it was night time and he would likely be back in the morning And she said No, I can see him silly She smiled and held out her hand I truly thought that she was hallucinating or something. So I held her hand and carried on reading aloud. Not long later, around 11 p.m., she started to breathe differently and seemed to be unconscious.

Her pulse began to slow. I left to fetch my co-worker. I was gone for two, maybe three minutes tops. And when we returned, Hilda had died. I hated that I left her. I honestly thought that I had enough time. My co-worker rang her daughter with the bad news, and she came out straight to the home.

Her daughter stayed with Hilda to say goodbye while we managed to get through to a GP to come out to record the time of death. The daughter then asked me if her mom had been in any pain at the end. I said no, but explained that she had been dreaming about your brother, brother Brian. I said that she thought he was here and had reached out for him.

The daughter explained that Brian had actually died of a stroke just three days before, and that the rest of the family chose not to tell Hilda, because they assumed the shock would kill her. She cried, I cried, I think I cried all night. I truly believed that Hilda's son had come to fetch her. It changed my views completely, and I saw the same thing many times throughout the years. A person's last words would often be to say that a loved one we knew was dead had come for them. If that happened, we came to understand that death wasn't far away. Story 2.

Barbara was suffering from severe dementia. She was only in her early 60s. and the terrible disease had all but destroyed her. During tests, an inoperable tumor had also been discovered, and Barbara was considered terminal. She had been a loving and wonderful woman by all accounts. She didn't speak much, just the odd sentence, but nothing coherent. Still, we all thought the world of her.

Due to the hospital being overcapacity, she was given a private room on the ward that I worked in. a psychiatric ward, while she waited for hospice care. When her family wasn't with her, we were. Or if we were too busy, we would set up a radio so she had something to listen to. Barbara was on heavy painkillers and showed no outward signs of being in pain. Another nurse was sitting with her, reading a magazine, when the radio started to play a hissing static. As she got up to tune it, she heard the word, help, come through loud and clear.

She freaked out and ran. A care assistant replaced her. The same thing happened. She heard the words, help, pain. Our ward sister at the time was a fierce older woman who could not be rattled. She terrified me. She went in next and also heard the word pain. I missed all this because I was busy, but I was present for the next part.

A doctor was called down to assess if Barbara was in any pain at all. He said that it appeared not, until we told him about the radio. There's more things in heaven and earth, he said, all dramatically, and then organized stronger medication for her. After that, the radio continued working just fine. Barbara was moved a day later and passed peacefully. We scrapped the radio. I often wondered if Barbara had managed to communicate her pain to us, or if it was some wild coincidence.

Her brain didn't work as it should, but it all got us thinking more about the possibility of consciousness existing separately to our body. This was before the days of mobile phones, too, and no one had a walkie-talkie or anything that might have interfered. Story 3 Doug, a lovely salt-of-the-earth type of man, almost stood on a mine in World War II.

If not for a disembodied booming voice that yelled stop right down his ear. He held up his whole group thinking that someone had shouted at him. As a precaution, the group turned back and chose a different route. It was later discovered that the field they were previously in was riddled with mines. He swore that he had a guardian angel that looked after him and made sure he returned home to his new pregnant wife. And story four. This is a very odd story, and I wondered if I should add it.

Perhaps it'll make perfect sense to someone. Eric ended up in the British Navy. During training, him and his fellow new recruits had to run three miles, collect a particular ticket from a waiting bowl set up and run back. Eric set off and decided that he couldn't be bothered to run. He managed to persuade a friend to grab him a ticket and run back to where he chose to wait. So he could pretend he'd completed the training.

All went smoothly until the officer in charge noticed that Eric did not seem exhausted or sweaty at all. Of course, the man was watching the route and the runners, and they knew that Eric had cheated. They made him run the course alone, and then made him do it again. On the second time around, he stopped in a bit of woodland, threw up and lay on his back looking at the sky, completely fed up. He wondered what on earth he was doing, joining the Navy, and he hoped the war might end before he found himself on a ship. Minutes later, he saw a trio of German bombers flying over him in a triangle formation. After swearing and panicking, he ran back to help, assuming his barracks was on his barracks. under attack, but there was nothing wrong.

No bombers, no sirens, no bombs. Everyone was fine, and nobody had seen the planes at all. He was teased about it, but it bothered him and made him extremely nervous. He was sure of what he had seen. The day after he left that base to ship out, a trio of bombers flew overhead and destroyed the barracks. I asked him if he thought he'd had a barrens. premonition, or experienced a time slip, but he didn't believe in anything like that and had no real explanation or ideas. He said that it happened, and that's that. I'll try to add more

stories in a couple of days. I'm so happy that these tales are being read, enjoyed, and remembered. I knew I collected them and remembered them for a reason. I have a fairly short story about this one pretty creepy experience that happened to me and why. while back. I don't remember when exactly it was, but it was in 2022. That much I know. I think it was early spring, so probably March. It's not really relevance to the story, though, so I won't dwell on that too much. I remember that I was having a bit of a strange day. It was one of those days where nothing felt right, and everything seemed to go wrong, but I didn't know why. It was late, and I decided to randomly try out this little diner that was in town.

It was a neat little place. It had an old school vibe to it, with the retro neon signs inside on the walls, and bright red tables. It had that vibe that I really dug, and they were playing old jazzy music, so I really just wanted to chill out for a bit, after a long day, and enjoy my time to myself. As I was walking toward the door, this random dude pretty much popped up out of nowhere. Like, I didn't see him outside the building at all as I was approaching, and I really don't know where he was hiding. I jumped when he approached me and he apologized, seeming sincere in his apology.

We both kind of chuckled, and in between him saying sorry, he started talking to me about some charity things. I really didn't mean to scare you, miss. I'm sorry. I just wanted to talk to you really quickly about a cause that we're trying to raise money for. I'm with the local church, and we're trying to get some money together for our youth group so they can take a trip. We're wanting to get up to South Dakota so they can see Rushmore and the Crazy Horse Memorial, and just enjoy the beauty that is the Dakotas.

At first, I was quick to brush him off, but when he mentioned the youth group and wanting to go see Rushmore, it got my attention. I was raised in Fargo, so I loved the Dakotas. As he was giving his speech, however, another guy walked up behind him. Big guy, very bouncer-like. And while he was intimidating,

he was also holding a clipboard, so I just assumed that he was also with the church. He finished his whole speech, and I then asked how I could help out. He lit up and mentioned that they could take cash or check. or they could give me a card for their website to send money over PayPal. I should have walked away, but I figured that I had ten bucks to spare, so I grabbed my wallet,

pulled out a ten, and then handed it to him. Then the second man started to speak up. If you could also, please put your name on this list, with your phone number and the amount that you're donating. It's for tax purposes. We have to fill this out to show that it was a donation. and that you're a real person. That sounded legit, so I grabbed the clipboard and started to put down my information and stopped where it said address.

I asked if I needed to write down my address, and the bigger guy smirked and said, Oh, uh, well, I mean, I want you to. I looked up at him for a moment, because he wanted me to? He caught on and immediately. shrunk saying, I mean they ask for it, but it's not necessary. Just your phone number. I put in the info, not adding my address, handed him the cash and the clipboard. The first guy then thanked me. I said no problem and started heading back towards the door to the restaurant. The two men started to walk away,

but when I glanced back at them, the bigger guy was very clearly staring at me. Like, purve staring. I swear that he was drooling, and that's not to say that I am attractive. He was just purving out. I shook it off and walked in, grabbed a booth off to the side near the back, and I asked for some coffee. As soon as I got my coffee, my phone screen lit up with a call from an unknown number. I stared at it's like, what car warranty scammer is going to be calling me at 10 o'clock at night? and I answered it.

When I said hello, I could hear someone on the other end breathing, like they were walking quickly. I said hello again, and then it got freaky. I could hear myself on the other end, like I was in the background. I immediately turned around, and much to my surprise, the bigger guy was standing right behind me. He quickly took a step forward and sat across from me in my booth, just staring at him.

at me, with this creepy, cheesy grin, and that said something that I seriously didn't expect. Hey, I wanted to keep this going. I saw the way you looked at me when you were walking away, and I know you saw me looking at you. I think that we should get to know each other better. I just stared at him for a moment. It was a bold move, and he had quite the gall to come in here and just join me uninvited. and taking my phone number from their list to call me like that, though thinking back,

that may have been a bit of a power move to show that he had my information. Good thing I didn't put my address, huh? I then told him in no uncertain terms, that I had a boyfriend, though I didn't at that time, and that I was not interested. Then he dropped a bomb on me. That's okay. I'm not really here to give you an option.

I think you just need to go ahead and get up and come with me. I know that my non-verbals were showing as I gave him an ugly sneer like, You're choking, right? He just gave me this really creepy smile, this really, really terrifying grin and said, Get up, come with me, and I won't have to hurt you. At this point, I thought it was over. I was about to get abducted,

and my options were to scream and cause a scene and risk this turning into a bigger thing than it was, which was absolutely the direction I was going, despite not knowing what he was planning or capable of, or go with him. Thankfully, I didn't have to do either. I was about to start yelling that he needed to leave, when the waitress that had taken my order came over and very loudly said,

Oh my goodness, girl, I have to do it. I haven't seen you in such a long time. I jumped and looked over at her. The man in the booth with me did the same. She continued. We were all talking about you the other day, talking about how it's been so quiet since you left us. Bob, the manager, was just talking about how much he missed you this morning.

He's in the back. Come on. I know he wants to see you. Come with me. She immediately put her arm around my shoulder and pulled me out of the booth. just keeping her eyes on mine the entire time she pulled me away from the booth. I will say that I was obviously very confused, and still rather jumpy, but she took me to the back and into the little office where the manager was sitting. When she got me to the office, the manager stood up and asked me if I was okay.

I nodded and asked what was going on. He mentioned that he'd been watching the guys out front all night, and that he had a bad feeling about them, because they had only been approaching women, and seemingly only women, at the door pretty much all night. When he confronted them earlier, they told him what it was for. They showed him credentials and proof for the fundraiser, but he still thought that it was a bit weird that they were collecting money so late at night. He told them that they could do what they did,

but if a single person complained, they would be immediately asked to leave. Then, when I went through, he said that he saw the second guy, the bigger guy that followed me into the diner, watching off to the side before he walked up. Then, when I entered the diner, the first guy seemed ready to head off, but the second guy sort of waved him away, and then slowly followed me into the diner. But then just sort of lingered near the door. watching me. Then, when he walked up and sat in the booth, he said that my face went completely pale, and he knew right then that there was an issue. He was talking with my waitress, asking if I'd

mentioned the guy joining me, and when she said no, that I was alone, he worked out that she'd go out and pretend that I was a former employee to get me back here. He then mentioned that the police had already been called, and asked that I waited in the back while they sorted it out. I did. I sat back there with the waitress, stressing out, probably crying the whole time. She was hugging me, telling me that I was safe. When the cops showed up, the guy had left, obviously, but they asked me some questions about what he'd said, what they approached me about out front, and so on.

I told them what he'd said in the booth, how he had basically threatened me, saying that I was going to go with him. They got the camera footage from the diner of the guy, and the vehicle that he'd come in, they also got information about the church the guys worked for. After the cops left, the manager asked me if I could call someone to make sure that I made it home safely, because he didn't want me leaving alone just in case. I called my brother, and I told him about the whole situation, and he immediately came to follow me home. I cannot express how thankful I am for that manager, and that he was attentive and that the waitress was good at acting, because she was super convincing. He could have looked the other way and thought, that's none of my business.

He could have just ignored the whole thing, but because he was attentive and intuitive, He knew something was going on, and he made sure that nothing happened to me. I did make it home fine, and I never saw those guys again, and I have no idea if the cops were able to do anything about it. I also ended up making that diner a regular hangout spot for me, though I made sure to never go alone after that night. Hey, Raven, I wanted to start by saying that I love the stories that you tell, especially the paranormal and glitch ones.

I actually have a haunting story about the house that my dad and stepmom live in, that I've wanted to send you for a bit now but just haven't had the chance. It's not really relevant, but it does help explain some things. I'm 17 and my parents are divorced. Me and my sister spend every other weekend and all summer at my dad's house. And I have to say that that house is seriously haunted. I have a few experiences that I could share, quite a few actually, but here are just a couple of the ones that I think are the most interesting. One of the first events to mention, and is actually something that has happened more than once, is the weirdness with the front door security camera.

We have a camera that's mounted and that watches the front door on the inside. And in part of the frame, you can actually see down into the basement area, specific a door to what is the laundry room. More than once, one of us has been watching the camera and seen someone else in the family walking out of the room and to the right. With how the camera is positioned,

you can't see the full person but can see part of their head and shoulder for a second or two. The first time it happened, I had taken my sister and brother to get lunch. We walked to the McDonald's down the street. We'd been out for a little bit, finishing up our food, when my dad called me.

I answered, and he asked me what my sister was doing in the laundry room. I looked at her and laughed and said that we weren't even home, that we'd gone out to get lunch, and then asked her if she had gone into the laundry room at all today. My dad cut me off and said, no, just now. I just now watched her on the camera and she walked into the laundry room. I once again reiterated that we hadn't been home for her. about half an hour, and that she said she hadn't been in there. After a bit of confused back and forth, he told me that he was going to head home and that,

if we got there before he did, to not go inside. I think that he was thinking it was an intruder or something, but when we all got there and he walked through, there was no one there. The doors were all locked and there was nothing out of place. He showed us, on the footage from the app, that there was absolutely safe. someone that looked like my sister walking into the laundry room, but something felt off about it. Like it wasn't solid, if that makes sense? This actually happened several more times last summer, but it wasn't just my sister.

I saw my dad and stepmom walk in at different times. He saw me walking out of the room. My stepmom saw my dad. It was crazy that it happened so many times, and each time it was impossible for any of us to have actually gone into that room. In the end, we talked it up to some kind of spirit that just liked to appear as people in the house. It seemed to never do anything malicious.

It just kind of randomly appeared and walked into the laundry room as random people in the family. The other thing that happens frequently is the strange voices that we all hear from time to time. I have no idea if these are connected to the mimic spirit. in the basement, but it would make sense since it seems to copy those of us that are here. On several occasions, we've all heard someone else in the family talking nearby when the person is nowhere near us. The first time it happened, I was 14, and it was actually my stepmom that experienced it. She was in her room, sorting out laundry, when she heard me screaming, like in pain or completely terrified screaming.

She threw the clothes down and ran into the living room hollering for me and then shouted to my dad asking where I was. He reminded her that I was on a mission trip with the church that weekend and asked what was wrong. She explained what she heard and he told her that he didn't hear it. And after just kind of looking around the house and asking my siblings, my stepmom decided that she was just hearing things. Then, literally the next day, it was around two in the morning, and my dad said that he was having major trouble sleeping.

Like, he was having some serious insomnia and hadn't fallen asleep. He decided to get up and go watch some TV in the living room to see if he could finally fall asleep. And the second he walked into the living room, he said that he heard me screaming for help. In a panic, he ran to my room and threw the door over. open, but then remembered that I still wasn't home. He told my stepmom about it, and they both kind of just kept quiet about it, thinking that it would scare us kids. After that, I had a similar experience with hearing my dad calling for me when he wasn't home,

my sister crying while she was asleep in her bedroom, and I've heard my little brother outside talking to me when he was down in the basement playing the PlayStation. Again, I don't know if this is related to the other spirit, but it very well could be. And if so, I would say that this activity is a bit more malicious than just showing up on the camera. So that's my experience. And overall, I know that it isn't incredibly terrifying, but it's scary for those of us that stay there. and obviously my dad, stepmom, and younger brother, who lived there full time. It's been less and less over the last couple years, but when it was happening, it was pretty frequent.

I'm curious if any of your listeners have anything similar to this, but if not, then hopefully they can get a bit of chill from my story, at the very least. Hey, Raven, I saw your post about stories, and I thought about this, trip that I took with my friends back in 2019, and I thought you might be interested in it. Three of my friends, Mason, Andrew, and Phil, and myself, all went camping during our spring break. We were all going to the same uni, but we pretty much kept to ourselves. We were far from the popular crowd, but we still liked to do crazy fun things and to get a little stupid. So, this time, we wanted to go camping, drink, and let loose. We went to a state park that was a few hours away, and found a good place deep in the trees, away from the people.

We didn't want someone to report us for being too loud and disruptive, so we tried to stay away from others. Once we got there, and set up, all hell broke loose. We probably drank more than we should have, but we stayed at our camps, so I felt that we were safe. We laughed, made fun of each other, vented about the dumb BS we were dealing with at uni. Really, this was a much-needed break for us. But at some point that night, I started hearing what sounded like someone whispering, or talking, just far off.

I heard it, and when I noticed Phil cocking his head to the side, I asked if he was hearing it too. He nodded and asked what it was. I shrugged. Not knowing what it was, but then we all got quiet. And by the look on their faces, Mason and Andrew must have heard it too. We were in the middle of the woods. We were all intoxicated, and there were still people around somewhere, so we didn't think anything else of it. We just calmed down so we weren't as loud and let it go. Shortly after, we all passed out peacefully. The next morning I was thankful to wake up without the repercussions of the night priors drinking, but we couldn't say the same for Andrew.

He was feeling it and was not ready to get up yet. So while he told us to go on without him, deciding to sleep in, we decided to go for a hike. The three of us packed our hiking bags and headed off. We were probably about two miles away from our campsite. We found a pretty tall rock formation that we climbed over and saw that there was more forest above. We all agreed to continue through it, wanting to see what we could find. Shortly after entering those trees, the atmosphere seemed to shift. It's hard to explain, and I wish that I had a word for it.

It was like being wrapped in a blanket, bathing in the sunlight, and then someone just put a cold, dark, metal box over you. Not only was there a shift in temperature, but like being put in a metal box, I also became anxious and was on edge. The density and amount of trees had not changed. There was the same amount of sunlight, yet it felt colder. I looked back at Mason and Phil, and they agreed.

Something was different, too. However, we wanted to continue on, determined to figure out the cause of the shift. As we walked deeper into the woods, we started hearing the familiar sounds from the night prior, the muffled talking. We figured we were probably close to some other campers. It seemed like a weird spot,

and we became curious how they got there. Did they walk all that way and climb up here to camp? Was there a road somewhere that led up there and we were just oblivious? so we continued on. We walked a little further, and the talking became clearer and clearer, until we found the source. Through the trees, we spotted not only people, but a whole damn village. But these people did not look normal, or at least not modern.

They were in old-fashioned-style clothing, think Little House on the Prairie style. The tall hats, bonnets, and all. We just stood by the trees, watching them from where we were. We could hear them talk better, and while they were speaking English, it still sounded old, if that made sense. They were carrying buckets, wheelbarrows, and one of the women was even sitting in front of a small house, washing or doing something to some clothes. What were we witnessing? There were several houses there. Did we just manage to stumble on a neighborhood?

Maybe it bumped up to the back of the park. But with the shift in the atmosphere, something still was not sitting right to me. Part of me wanted to approach them and ask about it. But Mason's mouth works faster than my brain, and he very loudly made a comment about the weird-looking hats. Phil and I cringed and looked at him, but then noticed how quiet it grew. and looked back at the village.

To my embarrassment, they were all looking at us. But they looked at us like they were bewildered, or maybe even scared, I guess. If all you've ever seen were people dressed like you, and then you saw someone who looked so different, maybe you would have the same reaction. Either way, something was not right, and them being able to see us seemed to make the situation worse.

I felt like we needed to get out of there sooner rather than later. I elbowed the other two so we could leave, and they finally agreed. We slowly walked back the way that we entered, climbed down the cliff and went back to our camp. It didn't seem to take as long. Maybe because we walked a little faster, but once back, Andrew was awake, so we explained to him what we saw. He thought that it sounded interesting, and he wanted to see it too. so we all agreed to show him the next day. We were all hungry and tired at that point.

The next day, we set off to find the place, this time with our phones with us, wanting to take a few pictures. We typically left them at the camp because the signal was so shoddy. There was no point in carrying them, but once we got to the area, it was just trees. There was no sign of the village. We traced our steps almost to a tee. We climbed the same cliff.

We could even see the marks that we left in it. We walked through the same trees, making out the flattened part of the grass and fallen leaves, but when we got through the trees, there were nothing but large boulders and more trees. We circled around the area thinking maybe we were somehow off, but we never found it. That change in the atmosphere wasn't there like last time either. How could a whole village just disappear? Andrew thought we were screwing with him at first, trying to make him feel bad for staying behind.

But after a little convincing and us all bringing up the same things, explaining things similarly, he believed us. We went back to our camp once again, completely stumped at what we experienced. After we left, we tried doing some research on the place to see if there was anything about an old town that used to be. there, or maybe some kind of show. But we found nothing.

We all still bring this up, and want to go back, but we haven't had the time since. I really want to know if we saw something we shouldn't have. Like we stepped into another place in time, but I can't even tie a community to this park. If anyone else has experienced something similar, I would love to hear about it. To quote Mr. Stack, Maybe someone out there has an answer to our mystery. Working as a bartender at a small-chain barn grill has given me my fair share of stories. Ones that I will most likely send in to you one day, but I have one that I feel is worth sharing because of, well, everything about it.

I've seen just about every type of person walk through the door, but literally none of them made as much of a mark on my memory as Eric. Eric was the new guy, just starting off as a bartender after having worked at Starbucks for a couple of years. This was his second shift at the restaurant, and my first shift working with him. From the get-go, something about him felt a bit off. He was quiet, sure, but it was more than that. There was a certain tension, like he was always on edge. That evening started off as every other. The bar filled up.

The energy of the room grew. As we got busier, I had to tell Eric to start taking over some smaller tasks, and to let me know if he got any complicated drink orders. That was until a certain regular customer came in that was known to be a bit extra. He usually got a bit rowdy, he was usually irate over nothing in particular, And he was just kind of an a-hole. That night he was particularly abrasive,

hurling his demands and complaints to the point that it was honestly getting on my nerves. I was used to handling difficult customers, though. So I approached him, trying to defuse the situation. I tried to talk the guy down, tell him that if he had any issues that I could help him, or if that wasn't enough, I would go get the manager. He then said something to the effect of, well, I wouldn't have any issues if this new guy you working with wasn't such a...

I'm not going to include the last two words. The first one was a slur for someone who was mentally handicapped, and the second was a slur based on the fact that Eric was Hispanic. You can piece it together from that. I tried to interject and tell the man to leave, but before I could get a word in, I watched as Eric's face twisted into one of pure rage. He grabbed a glass bottle from the shelf behind us,

smashed it against the counter, and pointed the jagged edge towards the now sober and stunt customer. Shouting, say it again. If you really feel that way, then say it again. Come on, own it. Say what you think of me one more time. The entire restaurant just kind of froze and watched as Eric held the glass. and the customer just stared at him with his eyes wide and his mouth open.

Then instinct kicked in, and I rushed over to grab Eric to try to calm him down. After a few seconds, Eric nodded and handed me the bottle, ending the standoff with Seems you don't have the stones to really say what you think, huh? The customer didn't wait for anything else to be said, as he jumped up and stumbled away from the bar. I want to add that I could tell that this man had visibly been. peed his pants. And I'm adding this because, while Eric's reaction was definitely more violent than what would be appropriate, I didn't feel bad for that customer at all. His racist and demeaning remark were just disgusting, and he was always like that, so it was almost satisfying to see him

get put in his place. Obviously, Eric was let go on the spot, and the police did get involved. They took Eric in and they asked us a bunch of questions. I told them that the man was provoking Eric, and that while he overreacted, the other man was not innocent. This night really showed me that there are some people that you just shouldn't mess with. That some people carry more rage inside them than what is obvious. And I really hope that Eric didn't get too much trouble for what happened. That customer, who, like I mentioned, was a regular, never came back to the

the bar. The restaurant also tightened their hiring process a bit, and we all had to take a class on de-escalation and how to handle rude customers. But the manager also implemented a zero-tolerance rule. If a customer then said anything disparaging like that, we were told to get the manager, and that they would then kick them out on the spot. I had the dream that felt like a real movie, like life. But a... another life. I always dream about the same place, so that's what I'm going to explain first. The high mountains of rock and sand, and it's desert-like, but with water.

Some areas have low copper-red and whitish-brown-colored rock valleys, with giant pools of water inside craters, where highly intelligent sea creatures live. Other areas have soft sandy mountains that people like to sit on, and watch the ocean or run down to surf or swim. It's not very sunny, so moss grows on the sand. The sun hits just right. Being there feels good, and I have no idea why. I have nothing against people who do,

but I have never taken hallucinogens. These are just dreams. This time I was on the mountain, trying to walk with my sister and some old guy teaching her how to fish. But I couldn't keep it. up with them since the old man turned around and gave me a suspicious grinning stare it was as if my legs were disobeying the rest of my body going the other way downwards my father appeared and tried to help me go down safely but he slipped and fearlessly slid onto

something I saw earlier inside the bottom of the mountain I told him to be careful because people said it was a doorway to another planet we realized he fell onto a round glass screen, or window, about 1.5 meters in diameter, and around it was the mountain sand that grew even more moss around it. But it was a dry substance of green moss. From afar, it would probably look like the eye of the mountain. He looked into it and was shocked. I knew that I had to give up fighting against my legs and go there as well.

So I tried to go down carefully, but nothing I could grab onto helped. I knew I had to fall from the sky, which makes me think that it was an unknown force that kicked me into the sky, because I was outside of my body when I saw how I was pushed forward and fell down, like that fear we get when we fall in a dream. Finally, I could look into the glass, but only for a few seconds, and I panicked, because it was a two- or three-year-old boy inside, almost fully submerged in water, and he was stuck in a cage, crying, not knowing what to do. He was light-skinned with orange hair and a mohawk style, and had primitive clothes on,

black animal fur and straps around his arms and legs. The glass was as thick as half of my arm. We had no way of saving him, but we tried to find a way. And then, whoosh. It was as if the glass showed me an image inside my head. of the many people walking in a random town, and it asked me if I wanted to go inside to help the kid. And as I looked at what the other people were wearing,

I recognized their clothes and said yes. It looked familiar enough. Suddenly, I was there, but not in body form. I just was. I realized the people in red suits were light brown, like Palestinian. wearing the red English palace suits that I know of and the others were wearing blue suits and I realized that I was in another world

the last thing I remember was being with a group of children they were brothers and sisters and the only face I remember is a little four-year-old white boy with white hair extremely confident and talkative like the rest of them and all of them were independent doing everything for themselves and each other in total harmony, even though they had tremendous differences.

I didn't see the parents, but they lived in a good house with everything they needed. The carpets were brown, and they had white wooden staircase right in front of the front door leading to the left, where the rooms were. I remember them going to school with their things. One of the things I noted was something I would have seen in the 90s, but I can't quite remember what. And that's when I woke up. This was something that happened to me when I was 16. My family, which included myself, my 13-year-old sister,

my baby brother and mom and dad, took a trip during our spring break. We went to Florida as a lot of my father's family lived there, so we were going to be visiting them. However, we were going to be staying at a nearby hotel. So that way no one had to make room for our five-person family. Being 16, I preferred this anyway because my parents got a room for my sister, Lily, and myself. And then a room for them.

I've always been close to Lily, so we just felt like independent adults having the room to ourselves. We pretended we were there on a business trip, pretty much just playing pretend while in the room. And I know that she loved it too. I had also babysat multiple times, so it was normal for me to be alone and being responsible for Lily. This extended to us being at the hotel, where we were allowed to go to the pool whenever we wanted, as long as we told them when we went. The first time we went was great. We had fun, the rest of our family joined us shortly after, and everything was fine.

The following day, we wanted to swim again, but also wanted to look mature, and independent. So I did both of our makeup. And I reminded Lily that she couldn't go underwater with it. So we got to the pool and started at the shallow end, slowly making our way to the deeper side.

We started swimming, racing from one end to the other, and in between breaks, I noticed a boy watching us from the other side of the pool. He was younger, and if I had to guess, he was probably close to my age. I looked over multiple times, trying to make it look like I was just scanning the pool area.

But every time, he was looking at me smiling. Finally, I smiled back, not being able to avoid his eye contact. After we raced again, I pointed him out to my sister, and she agreed that he was definitely watching us. She said that he was cute, and then dared me to go talk to him. I was in no way going to do that, though. I had a few crushes on people at my school, but never a relationship, and I didn't know anything on how to even strike up a conversation with this stranger.

So after a little teasing, we just continued enjoying our time. But then something else caught my eye. I first looked over where the boy was, and there was now an older guy sitting on the entrance steps into the wall. and also staring at us. He was smiling and winked when he made eye contact, but this was not a happy feeling. It was awkward and definitely creepy.

So I broke eye contact with him quickly and started looking around for the younger boy. I spotted him again on the diving boards, obviously showing off. He started with normal dives and then tried to do backflips or anything else that he could think of. That was until the lifeguard told him to stop. He brushed it off as he walked away from it, and I just remember he looked really cool about it.

If I would have been yelled at by a lifeguard, I probably would have scurried away embarrassed, but not him, which I guess only made him look cuter. After the diving, he went to the hot tub, and we continued to swim until I heard my mom say my name. She came into the pool room to tell us that we needed to get out for dinner, so we started making our way to the exit. Lily got out before me and was already grabbing towels,

as I lingered slowly behind, wondering if I should approach the boy or just continue on. But as I slowly got out of the pool, the older guy that I spotted earlier was still by the stairs, and he stopped me. I just looked at him and he nodded towards the boy in the hot, tub and told me that his son thought it was cute. I remember my face turning red, and I looked over at the boy again who then looked away from me.

At the time, I had done that when we made eye contact, so now I was thinking he was shy or embarrassed that his dad actually told me. I just let out a nervous chuckle and said thanks, not really knowing what else to say. He laughed as well, and offered to give me his... son's phone number. Again, not knowing how to react to this, I agreed. Looking back, I probably should have said no, but at that moment I didn't know what to do. Thankfully, I didn't have a cell phone at the time of this event, so I didn't have a number to give, and I certainly wasn't going to give out our landline number. He gave me a piece of paper that already had a phone number written on it. I took it.

And as I folded it up, he leaned in close to my ear and said, You know, you're welcome to come up to our room with us, if you want to have some fun. He stood back up and winked at me, and that horrible feeling came back. I almost felt sick and afraid of what he might do. I said I would have to ask my parents and then quickly ran over to Lily. She asked me what he said and what he gave me, but I just told her it wasn't. important and threw the paper away as we left the pool. Once we got back to our room and changed, we met back up with our parents for dinner.

As we drove, I told them about the boy that we saw, but then I also mentioned the older man that asked me to go to his room. My dad was driving, and I remember his eyes looking at me in the mirror, and my mom took off her sunglasses and turned around to look at me. At first, I thought maybe I did something wrong, but my dad asked if I kept the number, and I told him no. My mom then told me that I did the right thing by not going, and said that if I saw him again, either one of them, to tell them immediately. But that also meant that we weren't allowed free reign of the pool anymore, which was kind of a bummer, but I also understood why. The next day we went swimming again in the afternoon, but that time, my parents were there.

They were in the shallow end with my baby brother. And while Lily and I continued playing on our own, we went without makeup, so we wanted to go down the water slide. While waiting in line, I kept scanning the area conflicted on if I wanted him to show up or not. While I didn't see the older guy, I did spot the boy who was making his way to the slide. I don't know what came over me, but as he approached, he noticed me and smiled, but I immediately confronted him. I told him, I'm sorry, but your dad was creepy yesterday. He looked at me confused, so I told him what he said, about the phone number, all of it. And he just looked at me like I was crazy.

The only thing he said after that was, I'm here with my grandparents. I don't even know my dad. He then pointed to an older couple in the hot tub, and after we went down the slide, he even called out to them by name, and they looked over to him to watch him go down the slide. Once we were all back in the free swimming pool, he confirmed that he had no idea who that guy was,

and that's why he looked away yesterday. He said he thought the guy was saying something to me about him, and he also thought that he was weird. I was overwhelmed hearing this. I'm glad that he wasn't related to that guy, but then I was sick knowing that this full man just invited me, a 16-year-old girl, back to his room. I may have been wearing makeup, but I still looked very young.

There is no way that he mistook me for an adult. To add to it, he lied about the boy to try and convince me to go with him to his room. This all told me that he really didn't have any good intentions that day. I told my parents about all this, and they definitely seemed concerned, but again just said to keep an eye out for the old guy, and to let them know. I don't know what else they really could have done at that point either. Thankfully, we never did see him again, but the rest of the day at the pool was off. The boy swam with us, but for the most part,

it was just like having a new friend for the time being. I didn't get his real number either. The following day, we were leaving the hotels, so we didn't swim. Not that I really wanted to after all that had happened. I was afraid that guy was going to show up, and I didn't know what he would do if he did. I'm an adult now with a little girl, and it's definitely made me very protective of her,

and watching everything she does because such an innocent situation at first could have turned out much, much worse. I've lived in many haunted houses in my life, each with their own experiences and stories, but for the most part human in nature. This was the first time that I experienced something I would call inhuman. My dad was in the army at the time, and had been stationed to a base in South Carolina.

He found a house for rent and showed us pictures of it. It was a single story at the end of a roundabout in the middle of the woods. You could see the other house off in the distance through the trees. I looked at the pictures, and whenever I looked at the pictures of the outside, a voice in my head would start screaming at me. It's in the woods. It's in the woods. nothing on the inside, just the outside.

When we got there, as we are unpacking, a cop pulled up. Never got out of the car but talked to my mom through the window about how he knew the previous owners and just wanted to check on things. We never saw the cop again. Whenever I would go outside, I would get the sensation that something was hiding in the tree line and that it wanted me to follow it. I felt like it was trying to be playful and mischievous. I would also see figures walking by the windows and heard scratching from outside.

One night, I woke up hearing something moving around outside. I went to look outside, peeking through the blinds. I saw something crouching in front of the window. If it was standing, it would be on two legs and seven feet tall. Given I could see the silhouette of shoulders and knees, and it was covered in fur. I was freaked out. Days later, my parents had taken my brother to the airport and I was home alone.

I was doing laundry and saw that my room was brighter than normal. I figured that I left my bedside lamp on, so I went to turn it off. I stood in my doorway and saw that my lamp was off. Looking up, my ceiling light, which had never worked since we moved in, was on. I texted my mom asking if she had the light fixed. She said no. Eventually I left for Army basic training, but my mom kept me up to date on what was going on.

She said that she was hearing the scratches and noises. One night she was talking to my dad by the door and said that they both heard someone run up on the porch and rattle the door handle. My dad whipped open the door, but nothing was there. We never got answers as to what was in the woods or the house, but it was my first experience with an inhuman entity. I work at an average Americanized Italian restaurant as a waitress.

It isn't the most popular place in town, but it certainly isn't the worst place either. Before you ask, no, it is not Olive Garden. Sometimes we'll put discounts out online, or in the paper, so people can come in and get the food cheaper. This is relevant to part of the issue that we had with them. We tend to get a lot of suburban moms and their kids, especially at lunchtime. We didn't have any more tables other than one that was reserved,

and a woman came in with her three children. They all had to be under ten years old. She argued with the hostess, but this isn't exactly unusual. I don't really know what happened because I'm not the hostess, and I was just focusing on my job. One of my tables left, and then she was seated in my section. When I walked over, said hello, and asked if she was ready to order, she looked at me as though I was dirt under her shoe. People aren't always polite to wait staff, so I ignored it and kept going. I had a feeling that I wasn't going to get much of a tip.

her and her kids ordered their meals I put the order in and brought them their drinks she didn't look up from her phone to say thank you but her kids did again not exactly uncommon I told them that their food would be done soon left and went to deal with some other tables I didn't see what happened as I was in the kitchen

getting plates for another table when I heard loud screaming coming from inside I saw her standing up and yelling at another woman. Both of them were screaming at the top of their lungs, pushing each other, and then they had some sort of awkward slap fight. Outside of a workplace, it almost would have been funny. But their kids nearly got hit in the process.

I put the plates down and went to try to get to the bottom of what was going on. Something about accidentally hitting each other with their chair, I guess? Rather than apologizing the two women decided to make a little bit of the same, scene. One threatened us by saying she was going to tell her husband who was a judge, and the other was threatening to sue us. Neither of them listened when I asked them to stop. My manager, who is pretty cool, came over and told them that they were embarrassing themselves. They argued with her for a while before the other customers started to get incredibly angry about having their meals disturbed. They started telling the two women to shut up, and,

It broke in to the two women just paying and then leaving. All of their kids looked so damn embarrassed by how their parents were behaving. But this isn't the end of it. I don't know who did it, but they started flooding all of our social media with bad reviews from fake accounts. Saying the food was terrible and that the staff was even worse. Okay, fair enough. Waded out and it'll fade. But we would then start getting fake bookings,

that started to negatively impact the business itself, so we had to change the system. We guessed it was one of the two because there hadn't been any other issues before. These things were both pretty tame compared to what happened next. I got a text from my manager asking me to come in a little early, and when I came in, there was paint all over the windows. The plants outside had been smashed and broken, and finally we had some camera footage to let us know who it would have. was. And you guessed it. One of the Karens came back to get back at us. We finally had proof,

so the staff had to clean up her mess, and the owners made a report to the police. She was charged for it. We then started to receive angry phone calls about trying to ruin the life of a mother. The husband finally came in, paid us off, apologized for her behavior, and the charges were dropped. We still randomly get the negative reviews. I'll never come here ever again. This is a terrible restaurant, blah, blah. I came to work one day, and sure enough, the non-vandalizing Karen was seated at a table with the menu

and was super quiet in comparison to how she was. So much for her ranting comment. She was served, she paid quietly, and left with no drama. Overall, it was pretty anticlimatic. until we realized that she tried lying by saying the staff was treating her unfairly and even threatened her. The manager told her that, after everything, she was lucky she was even permitted inside the store. And she told us that she would be coming back. So, yeah, that's my encounter with two Cairns.

Oh, and if she does come back and causes any trouble at all, I'll send that story in. Thanks, Raven. you have an awesome channel. Thank you. I want to share what happened to me this summer, and I'm not sure where exactly to share it besides here, since I don't really know how to explain what I heard or felt. I started working on a cruise ship in Hawaii in February of 2023.

I had a six-month contract to fulfill, with an end date in the beginning of August. The ship sailed around all of the islands with the same itinerary every week. and the ship would dock overnight on the islands of Maui and Kaovi every week, my two favorite islands, especially Kaovi. I had a week left in my contract, and I planned on staying a week in Maui when the contract ended. I had saved up a ton of money, and wanted to make time to really enjoy the islands instead of seeing them from the crew deck. After nearly six straight months of working seven days a week on a busy cruise ship, with a lot,

of route passengers, I was pretty over it. But I was determined to finish my contract no matter what. We were docked in Maui, and were scheduled to set sail around 5.30 p.m. At the time I worked 7 a.m. to 7 p.m. at the bar on the pool deck with a break at 11 a.m. I woke up that day and had a strange feeling. I felt like I needed to get off the ship. It wasn't just an I don't want to go to work feeling. I don't know how to describe it.

I got dressed and went to my shift, but the feeling kept getting more intense. I left for my break and went back to my room to try to get a nap in, but when I got to my room a voice in my head, I mean a full voice, not a feeling, calmly but sternly said, pack up, leave now, get off the ship, pack up, leave now and get off the ship.

It wasn't necessarily threatening, nor did it feel spooked or in danger. It made me feel excited and full of energy, and I actually started packing everything I had. I was going to jump ship, something I never thought I would do, as I always finish things that I start. I thought it was so dumb to not stick out the final week of work,

but I felt so compelled to listen to, to this voice. I said goodbye to my friends on the ship, who were all shocked, since I never once hinted that I wanted to quit, and they tried to stop me, but I continued on. I spent the next week staying in beautiful hotels and resorts in, and surrounding Le Haida. I spent time eating great food, meeting great people,

and just generally taking advantage of everything the island had to offer that I could never do because I was too busy on the ship. I fell in love with Lahaina, the old buildings, the history, the feel of it all. At some times the tourists were a little overwhelming. Of course, I say this as a tourist there myself, but it was just beautiful. One of my Uber drivers told me to go to the Bonion tree before I leave for home and put my hand on it, to feel its energy and thank it. So I did.

I placed my hand and head on its trunk, and it's like this. This energy just turned on inside of my body. I couldn't hear the sounds of the crowds of tourists around me. I couldn't hear anything, actually. All I could feel was this connection that I never felt before. I can't describe what I felt, but something in that tree reassured me that I did the right thing. Then it told me it was time to go. Two days later, and I'm back on the east coast of the mainland, catching up with

friends and family who I missed so much. When an alert from one of my news apps pops up on my phone. Maui was on fire. Specifically, the hyena was on fire. I opened the app and saw pictures and videos of the courthouse, the Bonion tree, the restaurants where I ate, the hotels where I stayed, all transformed to rubble. I couldn't freaking believe it.

All I could think of were all the people, people that I shared that week with, all the people who showed me the best time of my life, and how they may not be on this earth anymore. I thought about the bartenders who served me, the shop owners who sold me their goods, the fishermen who caught the food that I ate, they could all be gone. It wasn't until one of my ship friends texted me asking if I was alive until it hit me. I was supposed to be there. I was supposed to end my contract two days prior and stay in Maui.

I turned off the news and just broke down crying. I still cry sometimes thinking about it. I've never heard that voice in my head before and I haven't heard it since. But whatever it was, thank you for saving me. I don't know what purpose I have on this earth, but I'm grateful that I still have a chance to figure it out. Thank you all for taking the time to read this, and sharing your own stories. Listening to everyone's experiences has helped me process this whole thing.

I don't feel crazy anymore, and I know that I'm not the only one who's heard it, or something like it. Also, I'm glad that you're all still here. We all have a purpose, and I think that's cool as hell. This is going to be a bit of a long post, so I'll just start at the beginning. I have always experienced paranormal things, and, my earliest memory of anything paranormal was age four. I have many stories of things I've witnessed in my lifetime,

but this is one from my time living in rural Missouri. In 2009, I moved in with my boyfriend, now husband, and his family. They lived in a beautiful farmhouse on several acres of land. The nearest neighbor was probably half a mile down the road, so it was very quiet. This home has a large basement that was basically a two-bedroom apartment, and that's where my husband and I lived. As soon as I moved in, I started to notice strange sounds and see things. I didn't mention these things to him because I didn't want him to think I was crazy.

It would take me a long while to type out every single instance of what we witnessed, but I'll tell you the ones that still scare me to this day, when I think back. right outside of our bedroom door was a long hallway that led to the staircase and another bedroom. We were the only two people to ever go into the basement. One night, we were already in bed and watching TV, when we began to hear extremely heavy footsteps pacing up and down the hallway. It was so heavy that we thought maybe someone had broken into the house and was wearing heavy work boots or something.

We turned the television off and started to listen closely. It would pass by her door and seemed to go towards the end of the hall, and then would come back near the door. At this point, our dog was growling and looking towards the door. With the TV off, the bedroom was pitch black dark. My husband called out, hello? The sound of the boots stopped. He started to text his mother, the only other person home that night, and he asked her if she was downstairs. She responded that she was sleeping.

My husband started to get up and find out who was in the house. He made it about halfway to the door, and all of a sudden, the door literally flew open. It was such a force that the knob knocked a small hole into the wall. At that point, our dog went crazy and was barking and ran to hide under a table. The bedroom was still extremely dark, so my husband tried to hurry and turn the line. lights on. The lights come on. Silence.

He runs into the hallway looking around. We both searched the entire basement and found nothing. One night, we're sitting in the living room area in the basement watching television. Behind the living room area was a kitchen area that had a long bar. We had a few bar stools up on the bar and a telephone on a charger. In this particular night, we were the only ones at home. as everyone else had gone out to dinner. We start to hear a weird sound,

almost like someone was moving furniture across the floor. We lower the volume on the TV so we can hear things better, and we hear something moving again. All of a sudden, we hear a very loud crashing sound right behind the couch. We then feel something hit the back of the couch. We both jumped up terrified and looked behind us. Two of the bar stools that were on the bar are now on the floor behind the couch. Keep in mind, the kitchen area sat back about 14 or 15 feet from where the couch is.

If they simply fell somehow, there was no possible way that they traveled like that. The phone that was on the other end of the bar was about 10 feet away on the floor and ripped from the charger. We looked around and we literally ran up the stairs and outside until we could calm down. I was absolutely terrified and feared the basement after that. We started to see what looked like a possible shadow figure standing in doorways. Each time we would see it, it was just standing there and would slowly move away. It got to the point that we would try to ignore it until it went away. We told his mom and stepdad and they told us that they saw and her to her,

things frequently too. We would be upstairs and hear the toilet flush in the bathroom. We would then hear the water and the sink turn on and then silence. At night, if we would come upstairs and walk through the house while the lights were off, you would just feel as though you were being watched. We made the mistake of trying to hold a seance one evening. We wanted to ask and see what was there, or maybe what they wanted. We were sitting in the kitchen upstairs in the main part of the house.

There's an arched doorway to exit the kitchen, and just to the right as you walk through the arched doorway, was the stairs leading back down to the basement. As we are asking if anyone would like to talk to us, we hear what sounds like someone running up the stairs from the basement. It was very heavy footsteps. His mom and little sister were with us at the table. We all four jumped up scared as hell. Hell. We all looked at the doorway to see who was coming up the stairs. As soon as it seemed like it was nearing the top of the stairs, it went silent.

We all had to go outside until we were calmed and had the courage to come back inside. These are just a few examples out of many more things that we have witnessed while living there. I asked my husband if he had noticed any of these things happening before now. He said that things happened, but nowhere near as bad. as once I moved in. His mother told me the same thing. We ended up going to the library and speaking with a local historian. She told us that in the late 70s,

a young woman had committed suicide in the home, in the basement. She told us that a very young woman who lived in the home had become very depressed, and she ended her life in the area right by the basement kitchen. Immediately things started to make sense. I have so many more experiences in the house, if anyone, would like to hear them. I'm going to start this off by saying that I do follow pagan principles,

not Wiccan, but true folk magic and spiritual practices, and wholeheartedly believe in worlds that are not seen to the naked eye, unless they want us to, that is. I know what I saw and I know what I felt. I've encountered the paranormal many times. as I love to go out to cemeteries and converse with the other side, safely and with correct precautions and conclusions. I'm no stranger to the unknown or unseen.

I have encountered a skinwalker and saw it with my own eyes. I haven't felt this scared since my one and only encounter with one. Last night, I, 24 female, was driving from my parents' house. I was out of a job for a while and couldn't be. afford living on my own, but I found one. I'm a pre-K special education teacher, not a bump, but in need of help. I was going to a friend's house to help her go through her first baby's baby clothes in order to get ready for baby number two. She lives about ten minutes away, and I know her routes like the back of my hand, as I have driven it dozens of times. I'm jamming out to

Hamilton, as one does, I'm putting my heart and soul into this one-woman's show, and truly feeling the feelings behind each character's lines. I'm pouring my soul into it, and I was in my spiritual happy place. Everything was fine, until it wasn't. I'm about two miles from her house, when I just feel my arms pull me down this road that I have never seen before. I start driving down it and go to turn. turn on my GPS to help me figure something out. It wasn't there. I noticed there is one light

pull on the road, and I have passed it. And there's an overwhelming sense of dread that was growing thicker and heavier every inch my wheels turned. And, oh, I messed up feeling. A, this is not safe, feeling. I immediately find a way to do a three-point turn and get my happy back-end the hell out of Dodge. I get to my friend's house and I'm a shaking mess, pulling everything I needed inside. I tell this to her and her husband, and they look at each other like, WTF, because I'm never scared like that. They start asking me questions about where the road was, what happened, did you see anything,

etc. I tell them my Skinwalker story, and I told them I have not been this frightened since that day. They were in shock. I immediately did an egg cleanse because that crap was not staying with me all night long and keeping me awake. Needless to say, I was not comfortable going back outside, so I stayed the night with them. I didn't sleep a wink, and I've been up for 30 hours now. I drove home about 30 minutes ago and that road was not there on my way home. As I'm typing the out, I'm back to shaking like a chihuahua in dead winter without a sweater. Something was calling out to my body while I was out of mine.

Thoughts, answers, questions. Thank you for reading this far, and I'm sorry if this sounds like a creepypasta, but this was a true encounter of the strange. I want to preface this story by stating that I'm a very analytical person. I'm a technical business analyst for God's sake. so my livelihood is to analyze and find reasoning behind every situation. But it's to the point where I can't deny that something is living in my family home, and it imitates my mom.

I live in Queensland, Australia. In about 2004, we moved into a very old Queenslander home. Google Queenslander home, and you'll see the type of house I'm talking about. It was a big fixer-upper, with very high-seal. and a beautiful deck that caught the summer breeze perfectly. It was the first house built in the entire street, over 150 years ago, and used to be a celery farm. Random, I know.

About 15 years ago, my cousin was sleeping over one night, we were very close, and she told me all about her paranormal experiences. For context, she grew up in Indonesia and her mother was apparently into black. black magic. So she has seen and experienced a lot of the paranormal. Is there anything in my house? I asked her. Yes, she replied. She sits on the window sill of your mom's room. Is it bad? I asked. Not too sure if I actually wanted to hear the answer. Just don't bother it, she said, shutting down the conversation. Fast forward a few years. I was sitting on my bed studying with the door open. I then see my mom walk down the hallway with the washing basket, about to put on a load of laundry.

About five seconds later, I see her walk down the hallway with the washing basket going the same direction she was before. I was baffled. How could she walk the same direction twice? I tried to shake it off, thinking it was just my tired mind playing tricks on me. after all I was studying and it was late. About a year passes, and I had forgotten the spooky incident of my mom walking in the same direction twice. It was a Friday afternoon and I had my best friend over, and we were hanging out in the kitchen talking to my mom. Mum was cooking dinner and me and my friend were just chatting away.

My brother then appears from his room. Where's dinner? he asked. still another 13 minutes away, Mum replies. But you just came into my bedroom and told me dinner was ready. We all froze still, silent. Chills ran up the back of my spine as I remembered the incident that happened a year prior. No, I didn't, mum responded. Yes, you did, my brother exclaimed.

You knocked, opened my door, walked into my room, and told me that dinner was ready. I can vouch for my mom that she did not do this. After all, I was with her the entire time. My brother shook his head. Perhaps I'm imagining things and walked back to his room. I knew he wasn't imagining things. From there, things got weird, but only for me. My brother never had another experience, and neither did my mom.

My placid dog, a big fat golden lab, would jump up from her sleep and growl and bark at the corner of the room. Doors that I closed would open up behind me, and I always, always felt like something did not want me there. Fast forward a few years, I had moved out of home and was asked by my mom to dog sit while she went away for the weekend. I did. It was a hot summer night, and I was in the spare bedroom with the air conditioning on freezing cold. Then, at the exact same time, the air conditioning turned off, my phone went to do not disturb, and the bedroom door flung open. I don't mean the door creaked open, I mean flung, as if someone swung it open in anger.

I jumped up and ran out of the room, calling my boyfriend freaking out. He calmed me down, and for whatever reason, I stayed at the house. As a horror film fanatic, I know that this was a dumb move. It then came time for bed, so I went to take the dog outside to go potty before bringing her back in. She's a stubborn old thing, so I have to physically go outside and stand in the backyard with her. Otherwise, she will not go. Whilst we were outside, and the dog was sniffing around trying to, try and... to find her toilet spot for that evening, I felt something.

I don't know how to describe it, because I didn't actually see anything, but I felt something that looked like my mother at the end of the backyard, standing and looking directly at me. I know that sounds weird, but the feeling was so strong. People will say it was your mind playing tricks on you, but it wasn't, because I have never before nor since had a feeling like that. It was like I was seeing something without actually seeing it. I sensed it. And I sensed it strong.

She was in a nightgown, blonde shoulder-length hair, looking just like my mother, except cold and motionless and angry. I rushed the dog back inside and went to bed. Needless to say, I didn't sleep well that night. Whatever it was imitating my mother, it did not like me. It never showed itself to my mom or brother, but for some reason loved to torment me. That was until recently. I was over at my mom's for dinner, and the topic of ghost stories came up.

I brought up all the experiences I'd had at that house, and how I found it so strange that Mom never experienced it. Mom looked at me with a blank stare, almost as if she was trying to hold something in. What is it? I asked. Well, the other week, something happened. She began to tell me the story, which finally made her realize I was telling the truth. Except this time it imitated someone else.

Mum was with her friend on the balcony having some tea. Hey, where's the bathroom? Her friend asked. Just down the hallway, Mum replied. Her friend then got up to go to the bathroom. From the balcony, you can pretty much see everything from the house as it looked straight down the hallway. Mum looked down, drinking her afternoon tea, and when she looked back up, she saw her friend walk out of the toilet and into my mom's bedroom. Hey, friend's name, Mom shouted out.

What are you doing? No response. Friend's name? Mom shouted a bit more. getting up from her seat to go and see why she went into her room. Just as she was about to walk down the hall, there appeared her friend, walking out of the toilet. There was nobody in her bedroom. I don't know what this thing is that imitates people in my mom's house, but I know it's not nice.

It's not friendly, and it does not want me around. All I can say is, I'm glad that I moved the hell out. Has anyone else experienced anything like this? 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.

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