As The Raven Dreams Podcast - ATRD Ep. 118 - Cryptid, Hospital, Late Night and Paranormal Stories - 31 True Scary Stories

Episode Date: April 8, 2024

Welcome to the chilling 118th episode of The ATRD Podcast! Today, we will step into the shadowy corners of reality, where everyday life takes an eerie twist & ordinary people experience the extraordinary. Today we will be diving into stories about the horrors of working in a hospital, scary late night stories, Paranormal stories as well as some Creepy Cryptid Encounters. So, turn down the lights, tune in, and let the haunting tales of everyday people take you down that dark and creepy road. Remember, these aren't just stories... these are true experiences that remind us that our world can truly be scarier than fiction. Have a Story To Submit? ➤ https://www.astheravendreams.com Or Post to the Subreddit ➤ https://reddit.com/r/TheRavensDream Support the channel for Early Access AND more! Patreon ➤ https://patreon.com/AsTheRavenDreams Join ➤ https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCkW0ihdMHfBUjQrMKjRto6g/join Or Check out the Merch Store! ➤ https://teechip.com/stores/astheravendreams Thank you to all of the authors that have stories in today's Video... No-Piglet-7568, peacelovecali, aaqhnv, Erin, D.R, Marinuka, According_Luck_9065, Manta, Shane, Nichole Porter , Brilliant_Basis8016, William, Debora, 4thdegreeknight, Robert Jenkins, ClaudetteInTheWoods, William, MississipianBoy, throwawaydoppl, PurpleHyena01, Nurse P., NurseToMeetYou, Debora, Bluri, A.C. Smart As Well As Any Author That Has Requested Anonymity. 'As The Raven Dreams' is a community where we explore the darker parts of human existence through true and harrowing stories. From sinister encounters with strangers and stalkers, to terrifying experiences that defy explanation and unsettling mysteries that linger in the shadows, I am here to tell you the most haunting narratives ever whispered. Much Love, and Sleep Well... ----- #TrueScaryStories #AsTheRavenDreams #RedditStories ➤ Stories include a content warning for language and sensitive/disturbing content. Viewer discretion is always advised. ➤ ALL Audio of this Podcast are copyright of AS THE RAVEN DREAMS / RAVEN ADAMS and may not be duplicated, in any format, without explicit permission ➤ If you like any of the following stories, consider subscribing! - Dark Web horror stories, creepy lets not meet stories, stalker stories, Glitch In The Matrix Stories, Unexplained Horror stories, Paranormal stories, cryptid encounter stories, Crazy ex lover stories, creepy neighbor stories, quantum immortality, true scary stories from reddit, or any other True horror Stories! ➤ And Remember; You are loved, you are important, and you are valid. Never let anyone tell you otherwise. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

If you have a story you would like to hear featured on this podcast, please go to ashtherravendreams.com and click the button to submit your story. Also, if the platform you're listening on has the option to rate this podcast, please consider doing so. And thank you. These events started when I was a kid, but also, as recent as two years ago. I grew up in a very small town. The neighborhood I lived in was the largest one in the area. and on top of the houses, we had one grocery store and one gas station. Yes, it was that small.

But we did have a firehouse that had a pop machine in front of it, then a lot of us kids liked to go, get a drink, and hang out. The firemen there were always very nice to us kids and pretty much watched over us. There were another couple of people that cared for us kids too. That was the Henderson's that lived close to the firemen. house, we had to pass their home to get there. During spring and summer, we often saw them outside doing something in their yards. Miss Henderson, I think her first name was Diane, was usually cleaning up her garden beds near her windows.

Mr. Henderson, or Gary, could be found riding around on his ancient-looking lawnmower or doing something on the side of the house, where his shed was. I liked to go over there a lot as a kid. Diane made the best butterscotch cookies and would send me home with some. Gary seemed to be a nature enthusiast. He would always point out berries and leaves that were safe to eat, gave tips on how to identify them,

and even showed me how to make a strong rope out of dried vines. I loved learning so many things from him. But then I experienced death for the first. time in my life. Mr. Henderson had passed away. The neighborhood felt a bit emptier, and a bit quieter without his presence. But it seemed even more empty by the fact that Ms. Henderson seemed to become more reclusive and withdrawn.

She was rarely out in her yard, and when I did see her, she was never smiling. She never acknowledged me. She wouldn't look at me, or wave. I remember asking my parents about it, and they explained how she was probably still hurting and then everyone coped with grief differently. But the best thing to do was to give her space. Gary was important to me, but I didn't understand death quite so well as an adult, and why she was so sad. But I took my parents' advice and stopped trying to get her attention when I passed by. But after a few months of months of months,

much of the same, curiosity had gotten the best of me, and I felt sorry for her. So I made her a card in school during our free time, and I wanted to give it to her, hoping that it might cheer her up. Once I got off the bus, I walked backwards towards her house and knocked on the door. No one answered. I looked through the window by the door and noticed the house looked quite messy. It was an unusual sight because when I had been over, their home was always spotless, reminding me very much of my own grandparents' house.

After standing there for some time, I thought I would try the backyard, thinking maybe she was out back. I walked through the gate and called out for Ms. Henderson. No answer. I walked towards her rose bushes when I saw something run past me, causing me to look over. What I saw scared me. It looked human.

I didn't see fur, just pale skin. But they were also completely nude and running on all fours. When I looked over, they were just running behind the shed towards the back corner of the yard. I was pretty well freaked out being a young child, and not knowing what I saw and probably a little embarrassed that this person was naked. I immediately ran back to the gate, still closing it, and I ran all the way home. Since my parents told me I should leave or be, I didn't tell them what I saw. I never did.

I never tried to see Miss Henderson after that day. I found it hard to even look over at her home, afraid that I would see that thing again. Over time, I never heard people, including my parents, bring up the Henderson's ever again. It was like they just disappeared. Years later, my family moved out of that town and somewhere with more schooling options. That was the summer before I would have started high school. Since we moved, I excelled in my high school, made some great friends, and really solidified what I wanted to do with my career. Honestly, the Hendersons in that town were in the past by now.

but during a graduation party a lot of us reminisced on our childhoods and things that we missed or didn't quite understand that's when I remembered what I experienced after Gary's passing it stayed in the back of my mind until the party came to an end I wanted to see my old childhood home I asked my girlfriend if she wanted to join me and she excitedly agreed so we drove to my neighborhood and stopped

in front of our old home. Someone lived there at the time, as there were children's toys in the yard and it had been painted a pale blue. It looked good and well taken care of. But then I was curious about the Henderson's home. At the party, I only told my friends about them and the things they did.

I told them about Gary's passing and not seeing Diane after that, but I didn't tell them about seeing someone in the back. We drove around the other side of the neighborhood where it bumped up against the dense trees. We parked on the side of the road next to an open field and walked through the trees. I wanted to get to the backyard. I don't know what compelled me to check out the yard instead of just the front of the house, like I did my own.

We got to the woods, and I just looked over what I could see of the yards and the trees, reminiscing. Then I heard my girlfriend gasp and grabbed my arm. I looked over to where her focus was and saw something staring at us from a large pile of leaves, branches, and debris. It had to be human. But again, their skin was a pale blue,

or grayish color, and really leathery. There was no fur or hair, and even their hair. and even their head seemed to be in patches. They were completely nude again and walking on both hands and feet. They had been watching us, until we probably startled them, and they walked to the pile to hide from us. We were both startled, but something was pulling me towards it.

I slowly approached the pile, much to my girlfriend's dismay. Then, this thing jumped out from it, letting out this weird growl, but I could almost make out words. It said something like, get out. But it sounded warped, like someone who didn't quite know how to speak. They then took off in the other direction and hid in some of the bushes. It was evening, the sun was setting, but there was still light. and this thing was out there for anyone to see. I was pretty shaken up.

My girlfriend obviously terrified. So we ran back through the trees, got in my car, and drove directly to her place. Once we got there, we sat in my car in her driveway, and she asked me what the hell we had just seen. I told her I wasn't certain, but then explained to her what I saw as a kid.

She looked at me like I had something growing off my friend. face. She first asked me if I told anyone and then understood my reasoning. What was I supposed to say? There was a naked old person walking around their backyard like a dog? Hell, I technically shouldn't have even been back there. And now, it could be considered trespassing and I was an adult. I didn't know what to do. The fact that she saw it too, all these years later, and actually saw it first this time, confirmed that I was not imagining it. But the worst part was that part of me feared that this thing was Ms. Henderson. She'd become reclusive, and it was back there when I was a child.

Could she have become feral for some reason? Did she lose Gary and then just snap? God, I didn't want to think about it, but could she have been involved with his death? If that was her, she had to be much older. They were close enough to my grandparents' age when I was a kid, and at the time of this event, I was 18. How would she be able, in her fragile body, to walk like that, and to walk that fast, or do the things that we were witnessing?

I talked to my parents about her, kind of, a couple of days later, saying that I was just thinking back of my childhood. I mentioned how she just kind of disappeared after Gary's death, and my parents basically confirmed that. They said they didn't have any kids, and they assumed that a lot of their family either lived far away or had also passed because they rarely saw anyone over there. They also said that she had pretty much disappeared. Her immediate neighbor asked around and asked for a welfare check, but when the police went in, she was nowhere to be found. But the house was spotless, with no signs of foul play. Because of this, they didn't really do any further investigation.

They claimed that she probably left, or moved in with a relative, and her house sat as it was. I don't know how it ended up being sold. I finally told my parents about what I had seen both times, and when my dad didn't say much, my mom said that she probably had dementia when I saw her as a kid, but thinks that we may have been mistaking a sick dog or something. I dropped it, as there really was no point in arguing,

but I know what I saw. It was the same thing from my childhood. So now, I still think about it today about what happened to Miss Henderson. Is it possible for someone to snap and become feral like that? What else could explain it? Could it really even be her? Or was it some other unknown creature that I saw? Sometimes I want to go back and see if I can stop it, but I can't bring myself to...

I don't want to remember her like that. if that is her, and I don't want to make her into a spectacle for others. I'm really just hoping that I saw some weird creature, and not my sweet old neighbor lady. Hey, Raven, you asked for hospital stories, and I just so happened to have a story about something terrifying that happened, while I was a nurse a long time ago. I retired from that job several years ago, but this story, has always stuck with me, probably because it was the most, I guess, exciting thing to happen while I worked there. I worked in the units where we had longer-term patients, ones that needed to be there for a few days to weeks, depending on what was really wrong with them. And among my charges

was a man named Daniel. Daniel had a pretty bad case of pneumonia that had nearly taken him out, like completely taken him out, if you get me. He was a fighter though, and he was on a good track in his recovery. He was a pretty quiet guy when he was finally able to start talking

again, which I didn't blame him for. I don't think I would want to talk either if I'd almost died from pneumonia. On the third or so day of his stay, things took a pretty sharp turn into the unimaginable, and it wasn't even

because of his infection. I was making my rounds, checking on my patients, and making sure everyone was feeling better. I got to Daniel and was checking on a few things, mostly his oxygen levels, making sure he was getting his meds and so on.

When the door got shoved open, hard enough for it to hit the wall, and this woman burst into the room like a storm. She was breathless, like she had been running, and her eyes looked wild. I tried to come between her and Daniel, and I asked her if she was his wife. She replied with,

No, I'm his girlfriend. Or at least I was until about an hour ago. Which was a weird way to phrase it, but I looked over at Daniel and I could see the fear on his face. I could tell that there was some major tension there, and I made an attempt to say something to her, but she cut me off and started yelling. at Daniel. The whole time, his eyes wide and his heart rate spiking. She explained, very loudly, that she had gone to Daniel's house to surprise him, only to be met at the door

by his wife. The confrontation that they had had apparently unearthed a sordid affair, and both women were now aware of the other. I again tried to step in and calm her down, trying to tell her that this was a conversation best had when he wasn't fighting pneumonia in a hospital bed. But I was basically just background noise at that point. Her eyes were locked on him, and his eyes were looking around for an exit. She started screaming more about how he had lied to her, and how she loved him. And I in turn grabbed the phone to call security. I had this gut feeling that it was going to get worse.

that his already strained body was going to shut down, and he would end up coating or something. And that's when she pulled out a knife from her bag. The world seemed to slow down as she lunged for Daniel. There was nothing I was able to do to stop her at this point, as I was several steps away, at the phone on the wall, and she was moving at the speed of a woman scorned. I started screaming for help,

yelling that we needed someone in the room immediately, hoping that someone would notice all the commotion and figure out that something was wrong. And I watched as she plunged the knife straight into Daniel. Thankfully, though, he was cognizant enough to turn, so the knife only went straight into his arm. If he had been any weaker, there was a high chance that she would have stabbed him straight in the chest. The next few seconds were loud and confusing. Several other nurses ran into the room,

and together we were able to subdue her until security arrived and cuffed her for the police. The relief of this argument not ending in tragedy was palpable, but so was the shock. In my years at the hospital, I had seen the toll illness could take on people and their relationships, but I've never had anything play out like that,

right in front of my eyes. Thankfully, Daniel was already in the right place to be treated for the new hole in his arm. It was pretty bad, but nothing fatal, and nothing that wouldn't heal over time. Obviously, I think the mental scars were much worse for the guy. Yes, cheating is reprehensible, but so is stabbing someone in a hospital bed while there are a few days back from the verge of death. The police did show up and take the girlfriend away, and it was really awkward when his wife arrived later. Thankfully, she was a bit more level-headed,

though I'd be lying if I didn't mention the fact that we all watched her like a hawk to make sure nothing more happened. She was pretty devastated that he could do that to her, but she didn't bring anything sharp into the room. We made sure of that. Daniel did get better physically, but I can only imagine how messed up he was mentally. Like I said, gross that he had an affair, but damn, did I feel bad for him. Going from being unable to breathe, to having a psychotic girlfriend run in the room and shove a knife in his arm in three days, is quite the feat.

I have no idea what happened in his marriage. I just hope that nothing else happens to him after he left, out of his life. care. Hey everyone. I wanted to share a creepy experience that happened to me about a year ago when I moved into an old apartment with my brother and a friend for school. In one of the first weeks there, I had a terrifying episode of sleep paralysis. It's not something that happens often to me, maybe a few times before, but this particular incident was by far the scariest. Picture this. My room had a queen-sized bed right in the middle. To the right, there was a huge built-in wardrobe

covering the entire wall and the door that led to the hallway. To the left, there was a window that I usually left open at night because I enjoy waking up to the morning's sun. I mention all this to set the scene. During this episode, I was sleeping on my side facing the open window.

The night was clear and the moonlight streamed in. The moment I opened my, eyes I felt this overwhelming sense of being trapped and there it was right in front of me hovering and looking down a man tall and completely dressed in white with a wide-brimmed hat that caught my attention I couldn't see his face it was obscured in shadows he wore a white dress jacket shirt gloves and the distinctive hat initially he didn't move or say anything, just floated there staring at the floor of my room. Then, suddenly, he started rapidly listing animated movies.

It might sound bizarre, but it freaked me out. I couldn't wake up, and I was seeing him clearly in my room. The Little Mermaid, Snow White, Moulon, the Little Mermaid Snow White Moulon, repeating without pause, until he sharply turned his head and locked eyes with me. that's when I screamed with all my might to wake up my brother, managed to move, turned on the light with my heart racing and almost in tears. I hesitated to tell my brother, or roommate, initially, feeling embarrassed and not wanting to scare them. However, two days later, while chatting after dinner, I spilled the beans. My brother's reaction left us both completely

spooked. Fast forward to six months ago, during the summer, when my brother had a bizarre encounter. We live in an area with a lot of trees, minimal nighttime activity, and dim lighting. As he was driving home calmly, about 30 seconds from our house, he saw a man at the stop sign, tall and dressed entirely in white, with a broad-brimmed hat. It seemed to be it. It seemed to be a odd, like he'd come from a costume party. What freaked him out was that as he approached the stop sign, the man raised his hand, signaling him to stop. Despite being in a car, my brother felt a chill and intense fear, accelerating and parking at home while nervously looking back, afraid the man might follow him.

He kept this to himself, thinking it might be a crazy person or his imagination. imagination. It wasn't until I described the man that he revealed seeing him months earlier in our town. I've searched online, but it seems like no one else has encountered him. If anyone has seen or knows anything, please share your information. Firstly, I would love to thank you for posting my story about my sister Sherry. I cried listening to You Tell It. Ten out of Ten will always recommend. Thank you very much. This is the funniest of the paranormal experiences that we've had with her. It doesn't always have to be scary.

My BFF bought me the perfect journal to help me in between therapy sessions, and there was a page that resonates still today. They also sold t-shirts with quotes from the journal. One of them said, I will not rest in peace, I will haunt in retribution. So, of course, he bought me that too. that's my sister to a T. After she passed, our side of the family found out an awful thing about my ex-brother-in-law.

While Cher was near the end, he was cheating on her. He had bought her a comfy CRV to get Cher to her appointments. She never got the chance to drive it. On the second Christmas, we went to moms without him. He soon moved the woman he was cheating on Share with to the house. then he gave her that car. Then they removed all of Cher's pictures and changed everything. Sherry was so house-prout.

Her home always looked like a page from better homes and gardens. After all that, now Cher had absolutely had it and was ready for retribution. My mom and Cher had been feeding a literal pack of stray cats and letting them stay warm in the garage through the winter. mom adopted her favorites of course we got a call from I believe my nephew Matt

there had been an incident the previous night let me tell you how we feel it all happened one of the stray cats got the neighbor's pit bull to chase him we believe Cher told the cats to do it they all loved her dearly the pit bull was then told by Cher

to attack her car in the driveway so it ripped the license plate right off and somehow found a gas line. Riddle me this. How did that dog know where the gas line was? This, of course, freaked them out. And of course, as now, fiancé couldn't drive it until my brother-in-law could order the parts to fix it. Of course, my mother absolutely believed Cher set the whole thing up. Then the phone tree began.

We each called one another and had our phone. first good laugh in a long time. We all felt like you go share, now what's next. So, yes, sometimes the paranormal can be funny. It depends on who's doing the haunting

and retribution, I guess. I am a female. When I was 16, I lived in the valley area of Los Angeles. This was many years ago. As I explained in another story,

at this time, the best part of my week was Saturday nights when I would meet my friends at our beloved under-21 nightclub to dance the night away. The vast majority of the time I'd have to get a ride there and back. I didn't have my own car until a couple of years later when I was in college. But occasionally, a family friend would lend me his car, and on one of these Saturday nights, he did. I felt so independent and free to be able to take myself to the club and to be able to leave when I wanted. On the night of the story, I drove to the club and had a typically great time,

dancing with my group of friends to music like Prince and Earthwind and Fire. At the end of the night, I got into my borrowed car and headed toward home. In case you don't know, the San Fernando Valley is made up of many suburban towns. None are really small, and some are very nice. And, as you would expect, some are less nice with higher crime. I lived with my family in a medium town in the northern part of the valley. It was neither very nice nor very bad, with medium homes on mostly respectable, if not professionally, manicured lawns.

And being the greater Los Angeles area, there were many differing routes I could take to get home, whether freeways, highways, or city streets. It was after midnight at this time, but most routes that I could take would still be bustling on a Saturday night. I'd had my fill of loud music, laughter, and chattering voices, so I opted for a quieter route home. I took some busy streets and then veered into some quiet neighborhoods

that would take me home. If I drove through some quiet, quiet house-lined streets, I would get home a little faster and I was tired. GPS wasn't in use at this time, nor were cell phones, so I had to rely on maps or just knowing the chosen route. I had heard bad things about a town called Pekoyma, but I'd only been through it during the day, maybe once. Still, I knew how to get through to shave a few minutes off of my time. And besides, being someone used to walking or taking buses, I felt blissfully perfectly safe now in a well-running car with gas in the tank. I was safer at this moment than at

almost any other time. At least, that's what I believed. Still, I was a teenage girl alone after midnight in an area that I was unfamiliar with, and naive enough to think that nothing bad could happen to me in a locked car. I entered a residential street in Pekoyma and only had to go a couple of blocks to get to the next town and then to my own. As I slowly drove down a dark, quiet avenue of modest homes, there were streetlights illuminating the unknown. This also helped with my feeling of invincibility. As I smiled to myself at this,

I started to notice a few people walking down the street toward me. At first I didn't give it. it much notice. My left turn out of Pekoyama was coming up just ahead anyways. But as I got closer, I quickly realized it wasn't just a few people. It was a gang of approximately 12 to 15 men. And they weren't casually walking down the sidewalk. They were aggressively running down the middle of the street, and right towards me. I suddenly had to slow to almost a stop so as to not hit anyone. And this is when they all got a real good look at me, looks, which turned instantly more excited and animated as they realized I was just a young girl alone. Many exchanged

smiling glances between them, and others were whooping, whistling, and calling things out to me. Smoothly, effortlessly as if they had rehearsed ahead of time, several of them stopped me completely by standing right in front of my car, even putting hands on the hood as others walked around to my driver and passenger doors and pulled the handles to open the door. I didn't always lock the doors when I drove, and cars didn't have auto door locks back then, but I was thanking God that I had the foresight to do so on this night. Of course, it all happened very fast, but in my shock and terror it felt like slow motion, so quickly adjusting my mind from carefree to possibly being abducted or worse by this large group of men,

they had me trapped. I couldn't drive forward nor reverse out of there, because at this time, the car was completely surrounded by these men. And as a couple of guys picked up sticks or other objects to try to bust in my windows, I knew that I had to think clearly and act fast. I did the only thing I could think of. I started driving forward. Having blocked my car completely, I could see the surprise in some of their faces,

as they knew they had to move out of my way or risk being run over. I had immediately decided that if they didn't move, I would run them over. All of the men standing in front of my car quickly jumped out of the way, and I sped up as I took the left turn out of Pekoyma. I did make it home safely, but my heart didn't stop beating out of my chest for the rest of the night. Of course, I thought about it for a long time after as well. I felt proud of the way I'd handled the situation, but I kept running through possibilities of what I could have done differently.

What if they didn't get out of the way and I actually had to hit someone with my car? How would I have lived with myself? What if one of the men had pointed a gun at me? I'm very happy that it turned out the way that it did, but it could have turned out so much worse. So, I hope we all keep in mind that we're not quite invincible inside a car, no matter how cozy, even heated leather seats may make us feel. Dark, quiet shortcuts are not a good idea,

especially late at night, and always drive with your doors locked. So Pekoyama gang that tried to grab and do who knows what to a teenage girl, driving alone late one Saturday night. It's been a long time since then, and I'm very glad that I didn't meet any of you ever again. I encountered this on the 2nd of January, two days ago when I was asleep in my room. I'm 18 female, and I live in Singapore with my parents. I'm sorry if this story is long, but I would appreciate it if you took your time to read and comment your thoughts. In my family, it's only myself, 18, female, my mom, 38 female, and my stepdad 40 male living in a small apartment.

I have my own bedroom as I'm an only child. My parents took the smaller room and I had the master bedroom, which has a big window that is facing the back of our house. For my bedroom, there's a big space outside our window that's between every apartment units here, so there's no way someone would unintentionally stand near my window. You have to walk in and go for a few turns before coming here. I eventually fell asleep around 11 p.m., and I forgot to close my blackout curtains from my window. Even though it's a frosted window, anyone can only see through it if they stood close to it for a closer look. at exactly 1.23 a.m., I checked the time when I woke up.

I heard three loud knocks on my room window, which eventually woke me up as I'm a very light sleeper. At where I'm sleeping, my window is on the right corner and I can see whatever shadow that gets through it in the day or night. On that night, I didn't switch on any of my lights, so it was total darkness, except for my table lamp that I was a little lamp that I was a was shined on me at the highest brightness. At first I was sleeping while facing my room door, which is on my left, so I had an automatic response to turn my head and look at what was knocking on my window. To my surprise, I saw a silhouette of a man's head that was clearly visible in my window.

I had goosebumps, and I froze because I was unsure of what to do. As the curtain was wide open, so obviously that man could see through the room. my window. Despite my parents' room being right next to mine, I went into shock and had to call my mom. She was asleep, to help me check if I was tripping and to close my curtains for me. I told her what I saw afterwards. In the end, she advised me to sleep in the living room for the meantime to calm myself down. I felt really uneasy that night and I couldn't go back to sleep. Since I stayed awake that night, I heard three more knocks coming from my bedroom at 3 a.m. Which, of course, I had to assume, had come from the window.

Before this happened, my curtains were already closed in blocking my window's view. So I thought that it would be fine for me to go ahead and get a look at who or what knocked on the window. The only difference this time is that the knock was louder, but slower. like the ones you would experience if you were in an old haunted house. Come to think about it, I wish that I had just stayed curious and stayed in my living room. I had my face and hand holding on to the window since I had to get closer and clearer look, since I didn't see a silhouette when I was standing from a distance from the window, and me, still being paranoid from what happened hours before.

I saw a man who was about 1.8 meters standing outside my room window, about four meters away, just standing and staring right at me, who was currently frozen in place at the window when I saw him. He was wearing long gray pants and a black t-shirt, and he had really, really pale skin. It looked as if he had no expression when he saw me. By the time that happened, I wasn't really sure if it was the same man that had stood outside at around 1.30 a.m. As much as I was tired that night, I knew that I was not hearing things or seeing hallucinations. I was perfectly wide awake when I saw that man. Moral of the story, always check your windows before falling asleep.

And it's best to get blackout curtains to protect yourself. Of course, you could also guard your window with other protective measures. Okay, so they might not be as scary as others, but here we go. When I was around eight, my cousins and I were playing outside. Now, mind you, the house we were at was my younger cousin's house, and she lived in the middle of nowhere. The nearest neighbors were 30 minutes away. Anyways, we were playing in the bouncy house, and I heard a few children laugh, but I didn't say anything because I thought I was overhearing things.

My cousins then asked me to turn off the bouncy house because they thought it would be fun once it was off. I don't know, we were bored. So I did. And that's when they started to scream at me to turn it on. Mind you, I had barely turned it off. I asked what was wrong, and they told me they heard children screaming at the same. them to stop. They looked scared and shaken up, so we went inside.

Before going inside the house, we all felt as if we were being watched. Second story. I was around 15, and my friend was throwing a sleepover party for her birthday. She had two very protective dogs. This will be important. We went over and had fun, and that's when she told us that her house was haunted, and that they play this game where they'll play hide-and-seek in the dark. It was about 15 of us in her house.

We started to tell us the weird things that would happen and even showed us pictures. I didn't believe her, or at least I didn't want to believe her. Once it was 3 a.m., we were all sitting down in the living room by her door. She had two living rooms. We were just eating snacks when the lights turned off. We had flashlights with us because we were going to start telling scary stories, and we heard someone running in the second floor, and then we saw a shadowy figure coming down the stairs.

We all froze, but then ignore it. The next morning we're hanging out, and she went upstairs to grab a few more blankets, when suddenly the atmosphere felt weird. My other friend and I looked at each other, and I swear to you all, nobody else was moving except us. My friend who went upstairs fell down the staircase, and we were the only ones to react.

The dogs didn't get up, and the rest of the group had their eyes on the TV. After a moment, our friends asked us why the host was on the floor, and why did we look panicked. We told them that she fell. I'd had enough and went home. Once I went home, I went straight.

to bed, but before going to bed, I heard something running around outside of my room, and I swear I heard knocking on all four sides of my bedroom. I recently listened to one of your older videos about cryptids, and I felt compelled to share an experience that my friends and I had when we went camping. This took place back in 2017. Four of my friends and I went camping in a spot up in the mountains. It was one of our favorite places because it was so secluded and away from people, away from the city and all the lights that it brought.

I loved seeing the stars at night between the tall trees. No topper, no tent, just the bed, my sleeping bag, and that's it. We planned on being up there for a few days. The day we arrived, we set up and had a great night, but the following evening, the atmosphere seemed to shift. The air became really still, but it was different from the stillness before a storm. It was hard to explain.

Even the wildlife seemed to stop existing. My friend feared that there may have been a mountain lion in the area and wanted to pack it in. Unfortunately, the rest of us weren't ready to call it quits. I gave her the keys to stay in my truck and joked that we could get away if she was right. right. Everyone else settled in for the night and slept in the bed of my truck again. But while I laid there trying to sleep, I couldn't shake that feeling that I was being watched.

I would look into my truck to see Janet passed out. I looked over to all the tents and my friends were nowhere to be seen, so they must have been in their tents. I scanned the trees in the area and didn't see anything or anyone. I finally told myself that I must have gotten myself worked up because of the air and my friend being worried. So I just told myself to calm down and finally fell asleep. The next morning seemed to be back to normals, so we all chalked it up to something being in the area. We were intruding on their habitat, so it was possible. But we continued to have a great day.

It was once again the following night when things got a bit... scary. We'd been sitting around the fire, talking, and having a good time, when once again the air seemed to become still. No crickets chirping, no owl hoots, there was nothing. Nothing except a pretty pungent smell. That's when we noticed how still and quiet it was. We sat there in silence, looking around, trying to see if we could find the source of the smell or why the forest went silent. When my friend pointed out something in the trees in the distance. He said that he saw a tall figure dart across them. Jake being who he was, wanted to go check it out.

I can't blame him as I'm the same way. But I'm a small girl, so I probably wouldn't have gone if I was alone. The other three stayed by the fire while Jake and I approached the trees. We didn't go far. There was a path that separated our campgrounds from the trees on the other side, but as we crossed the path, we started hearing a low guttural growl. It stopped us from going forward, not wanting to be mauled by whatever it was. We still wanted to know what it was.

Did we stand a chance, or would we be better off moving or leaving? So we started shining our flashlights through the trees to find the culprit. And to this day, I wish we would have to be better off moving or leaving. would have just ignored it or packed up and left. We spotted something rocking side to side between the trees. It stood about six feet tall and stood hunched over. Its skin, if you could call it that, was a shade of gray tightly clinging to the bones. It had small tufts of hair and random spots all over.

Altogether, it just looked beyond emaciated. But the more we looked at it, the more we couldn't look away. The growling was definitely coming from whatever this thing was, but where its face should have been, it wasn't. I was following the shape of the creature with my flashlight, but I could not find eyes or a mouth anywhere, on what I assumed to be its head. It made no sense. While we continued to take in the sight of this thing, it raised one arm, or leg, whatever it was, as it twitched. and let out another loud growl. Except that time,

it sounded like someone trying to scream with their mouth covered. Whatever it was, it was not human, but I couldn't identify it either. All I knew was the sheer terror it instilled in me, and I yanked on Jake's arm to get the hell out of there. Thankfully, he didn't resist, and we went back to the camp where the rest of them asked what the hell that was,

and were freaking out as well. I was right there with them. None of us felt comfortable staying there, so we half-asardly broke down our tents and threw everything in my truck or Caleb's. We drove back down to the entrance, and with us all being too tired and scared, we slept in the trucks in the parking lot

when we could finally fall asleep. The next morning, we decided to check out the area before we left, feeling a little safer in the daylight. When we got up there, our campground looked, picked over. The food items we left behind were shredded and eaten. The ground had been scratched at, as you can see the wide rake marks through the gravel, as well as spots that looked to be dug out in dirt.

You could see the large individual marks like it was done with a rake or large claws. We cautiously approached the spot where we saw the creature that night. there was a small pile of something by the tree. I say something because it looked like something that was regurgitated, that included a small carcass in it. I couldn't stay long as it was making me sick, so I had to walk away. We went and told one of the rangers about a possibly sick animal up there that was potentially hostile, but he didn't seem to care much.

He said that he would look into it and that was a little. it. Given his demeanor, I didn't think that he would care about our description of the creature, or even believe us, so we just left it at that. We didn't camp there again until the next year, in spring instead of the summer. I was hoping that either the thing we saw was either dead, or maybe a different season would cause it to not be around. Thankfully, whatever the case was, we didn't see it. Part of me wishes that I would so I could try to get pictures,

but part of me also thinks we got lucky getting out of there in one piece. Hey, Raven. I wanted to share a story from when I started working at this first hospital since getting my RN license. I was delegated to an elderly gentleman, Roger, that had been in a coma for a few months.

He'd been ill. his wife described him as just feeling like he had a cold. This was back in 2012, by the way. And then he was rushed to the hospital as he had a stroke, putting him in a coma. Roger had several underlying conditions, and after a previous serious health issue, he and his wife had both agreed to sign DNR forms in case anything else would happen. After he went into the coma, his wife understood the chances of him waking up, but wanted to give it some time just in case.

I had met Roger when he came in for the stroke. He obviously didn't speak, but I saw him conscious and was helping where I could. The following months were pretty routine. We checked his vitals, moved him to prevent sores, cleaned him, everything we would normally do for our coma patients. Sometimes his wife Sharon was there, or a couple others that I learned were Roger's siblings. Roger was stable, but that was it. He wasn't showing any signs of improving, or coming out of the coma. So the mood of the room would shift from being optimistic, talking to Roger like he was there,

to being more melancholy at times, and it was understandable. You have to remain realistic in those moments, because giving someone too much hope could have negative effects. It can be hard, and it definitely, was harder in the beginning, but it does get easier. Anyways, to move on to the reason for this story. I was doing my rounds when I came across Roger's room. I went in and started my checklist of things to do. While I was writing numbers down and checking his vitals,

I heard a quiet, raspy voice. Nurse? Other than Roger, I was the only one in the room, so I wasn't expecting anyone in there. It made me jump a bit, but I turned to look for the source. And to my surprise, I saw Roger with his eyes open, looking straight at me. I composed myself and smiled and asked how he was feeling and how long he had been awake. He gave simple answers, smiling, saying that he heard me come in and that's when he woke up.

He said he felt tired and we had a small conversation as I physically checked him out. While we spoke, I called for assistance, telling a nurse to get the doctor since he was awake. Shortly after I called for them, I tried to ask him something else, but he held his hand up, as if to stop me, and opened his mouth to speak. I... no, I don't have long. Just tell Cassie to go with the pink one, please. I know that's what she really wants, and I want her to be happy. I was confused as I hadn't met anyone that visited by the name of Cassie. I was also confused by his statement. He was in a coma, but he was now awake and seemed fine,

or as fine as you could be from waking up from a two-month coma. But before I could question him, his eyes fluttered until they closed, and he flatlined. I called for help again, coding what was happening, but when the head nurse came in, due to the DNR request, we couldn't do much. We had to call the time of death and start the process of calling his wife and the works. His wife had just left maybe an hour or so before I was in there, as she told the nurse at the station, that she was going to go home to shower and get some more clothes. She often stayed the night two or three times a week.

Shortly after, Sharon, Roger's sister Barb, and a younger girl showed up in tears. Sharon seemed a bit more controlled. I think she was expecting the inevitable, which seemed to make it easier on her. We hadn't even moved Roger out yet, so they said their goodbyes there as we all finished in the room. Some people handle it better than others, but by the time the guys came in to collect Roger, They were all in better spirits, seeming to tell stories about Roger. We told them they could leave the room while they collected him, but they said they were okay with it. That's when I heard Barb say the name Cassie, as she talked to the younger woman.

It made me think about what Roger had said to me. I shouldn't have been eavesdropping, but as they talked and I thought about it more, it dug at me that I needed to tell them. I was always told about how being a nurse could be a fine line. Some people liked the nurses being involved and being personable, while others preferred that we just did our jobs and left. And being that this was the first hospital I worked at, I didn't want to mess up and get a warning, or even fired.

But I knew from their conversation that they were pretty spiritual people and laughed about Roger watching them and made a joke to Cassie about him teasing her for. it. So, I felt my chances of them accepting what I said was pretty good, so I went for it. I turned and apologized for interrupting, but I asked to confirm if the younger woman was Cassie, and they confirmed, saying she was Roger's niece, Barb's daughter. Roger and Sharon didn't have any kids, but he spoiled Cassie like she was his own. So, I told them that right before he passed, he woke up, and that he told me something. As I explained this, Barb and Sharon looked surprise while Cassie's eyes filled with tears,

smiling. She explained that she announced that she was engaged shortly before Roger had his stroke, and her own father wasn't in the picture, so he was going to walk her down the aisle. He even agreed to pay for some of the wedding, but she had been dress shopping and was torn. her mom wanted her to get a traditional white dress while she wanted a pink dress and couldn't decide they all claim they never spoke about the conundrum while at the hospital however so they have no idea how he would have known but they knew now that they had to go with the pink one i was very happy that i shared that message with them and that they handled it well but for being so early in my career

it was a pretty powerful moment for me. Obviously, I never found out what she did end up doing or how it all turned out, but I'm sure Roger was still with them in spirit, celebrating. I've had some crazy stories since I've been a nurse so long and worked in so many different places. I may share more of them eventually, if you or your audience are interested.

I know that this wasn't exactly spooky, but I still thought it was pretty bizarre. So I thought that you all would still enjoy it as much as I did. Hi, Raven. I'm listening to you on YouTube for quite a while now. Thank you for doing what you do. Of course, thank you. This happened last week.

So I went to the car wash to wash my car and vacuum it out. I've been wearing the same crucifix around my neck for over 20 years. strangely enough, I got it at a garage sale over 20 years ago, and it called to me, so I've been wearing it ever since. At the car wash while I was vacuuming, my crucifix fell off my neck with the chain, and it got sucked up into the vacuum. As I saw the last bit of it going into the vacuum, I held out,

No, but it was too late. It was gone. I was pretty devastated, but then I kept thinking maybe I just took it off and put it in my purse, even though I clearly saw it get sucked up into the vacuum. I emptied my purse over three times. Turned it upside down, shook it, emptied every zipped-up section just to make sure it wasn't in there, thinking maybe I put it in there. It was nowhere to be found.

The first night I slept without it, I had a nightmare. When I woke up, I was really. really bothered, and I knew it was because I wasn't wearing my crucifix. I prayed that it would somehow come back to me, knowing that having had it for so long, I had grown that attached to it. Fast forward, three days, and I'm digging in my purse looking for my pen to write some stuff down. As I pulled out my pen, my crucifix came out with it, chain and all, wrapped around the pen.

I had clearly emptied my purse on three occasions looking for it, and it simply was not there. After having prayed that it would come back to me somehow, but not really believing it would, it actually did come back to me. I don't know how this is possible, but I'm a true believer in God and miracles, and this to me was one of those small miracles that God just knew I needed. I grew up strict Catholic, but no longer attend church. But now I do know that God is always listening. I wonder if anything like this has happened to anyone else. Thank you again, Raven, and blessings to you and all of your listeners. When I was in high school, my English teacher took a group of students, approximately 6 to 10, myself included, to see the Crosset ghost light.

Legend has it, this is the ghost of a railroad worker that was decapitated and is still searching for his head. Down a dirt road, over a hill past a small line of trees, in the deep dark of rural Arkansas, you summon this ghost by flashing your headlights three times and then sit quietly in the dark. There, the faint flicker among the trees, the green light swung back and forth. The ghostly lantern emerged onto the road

and slowly swung towards our van. Closer and closer, the specter came and someone yelled, go. My teacher floored it. The light vanished and we shot out of there, but not before I saw a shadowy figure. It seemed to be a man crouched or sitting by the trees. He appeared to be wearing a high-collared jacket. Now, you may be thinking, oh, he's obviously the person creating the spooky sightings, or he was carrying the lantern. First, when my teacher sped away, we had driven three where the lantern had been seconds before. Second, the man slash shadowy figure did not have a head.

For those curious, my teacher and I both saw the headless shadow man crouching by the trees. So, for any adventurous souls, if you go to see the cross at ghost, peer among the trees and maybe you will be lucky, or unlucky enough, to see the poor headless ghost. I'm adding a quick warning to this story, as this is one of these stories that does contain very sensitive subject matter, specifically sexual abuse. The OP also added a trigger warning at the beginning, and I will read it, but this warning is included as well. Warning, this contains the very touchy subject of sexual abuse. Don't read it if it might trigger you. I care for all women and men who have been victimized. just remember that we are strong and we are survivors.

I'm a female. When I was 16, I wasn't very happy. I hated school. I didn't have a boyfriend. The only thing I looked forward to was Saturday nights at my favorite disco-teen nightclub. I didn't have a car, and I had a few friends who would drive me,

but I would be devastated if I missed a week. It seems so trivial now, but it was all I felt I had going on in my life at the time. So, occasionally, when I couldn't get a ride, my mom would drop me off as I promised her one of my friends would drive me home. That worked for well over a year. My friends were always there, and one of them always was able to drive me home, until one night.

On this night, I asked my friend Elle, she couldn't that night, so I asked my friend why. She was riding with Elle. For whatever reason, C couldn't either. My friend T also said no. The same with A and J. Crazy that this had never happened before. I couldn't call my mom to come get me

because I knew she wouldn't let me go out again for a long time. And sad, desperate people do dumb, desperate things. By the end of the night, I approached the only person I knew that I hadn't yet asked for a ride. I knew him, but we weren't close friends. He agreed. But he wasn't driving. He was riding with two other guys, whom I didn't know.

I was hesitant, but desperate. I got into the back seat with the guy that I knew, and I immediately tried to befriend the guys in the front with many... Thank you. And, oh, you're a lifesaver. Almost immediately, they came back with... You owe us. We're going to...

to drive up to the mountains, where you'll repay our kindness. The guy I knew in the back seat with me didn't say anything. He didn't feel that he had a voice between these particular guys, and he was a coward. I was on my own. We had only gone about a mile at this point, and I told them, No, let me out of the car. They laughed, drove me back to the nightclub, let me out of the car, and drove away, continuing to laugh. By this time, the club was completely closed.

I was all alone in the dark parking lot out front. My favorite place had never felt so ominous before, with nothing but a single street light. This was many years ago, and cell phones weren't really a thing. I would have to walk, who knows, how far in the dark, to find a phone booth, and there was nothing around this place. I had no money, and buses didn't run this late. And did I mention that this was on the outskirts of Los Angeles, a huge area with some dark, sketchy, deserted places, especially after midnight.

I was in such a place. Just as I was about to panic, a car drove into the lot and a man got out, ignoring me and walking up to the door to see if the club was still open. I told him it was closed. Then, since he had initially ignored me, I felt that he couldn't be a creep. He wasn't looking for a 16-year-old girl, right? So, I asked him if he would drive me home.

Stupid, I know. And the adult me is horrified and ashamed that I took such risks back then, and forever grateful that I survived. Anyway, I thought this guy was alone, but as we approached the car, I saw that there were two other men in it. If I'd known, I wouldn't have asked for a ride, and I was immediately regretting the question.

The guy leaned in to talk to the other men, and they had a short discussion about me that I couldn't hear. Now, this is relevant. They were all African-American men, so I felt that they would feel that I was racist or disrespecting them if I changed my mind now. It mattered to me to show them that I wasn't racist, so I got into the back seat.

It was a two-door car, so I couldn't have jumped out if I needed to. Incredibly dumb decision, I know. I tried the same tactic that hadn't worked with the first men, thinking I would befriend them. I told them that all my friends had left, and I was going to ride with some other guys, but they were talking about taking me to them. mountains and such.

I hoped it would inspire sympathy for the poor dumb teenager. It did not. The driver was clearly the boss. He had very direct, sharp, and memorable eyes that I knew I would never forget. He said, we were kind of thinking the same thing. I froze, terrified, and trapped in the back seat without a door with three complete strangers, who were possibly going to assault me, maybe kill me. He continued with,

We're going to take you to a parking lot, and then you're going to have sex with us. He then stopped in a dark parking lot a few miles from the club. As he got out of the car and took me with him, he said to the other two men, Don't say my name. He threw me out onto some concrete steps. I was wearing a short dress,

so it was easy for him. him to get to me. I tried to fight, but I knew it was completely futile. He began to assault me, and I cried and prayed out loud. As I tried not to think of what was happening, I just kept praying aloud. And suddenly, he stopped. He said, I'm not going to finish. I'm going to let you go.

It's because you were praying. He then got into the car and drove off, not letting him. the other men touch me. As they drove away, I was still terrified thinking they might shoot me just to get rid of the witness. Thankfully, they just left me crying, dirty, and traumatized. And still, in the same situation, I still didn't have a way home, and I lived a good 20 or more miles away. I finally got myself up and began walking into the darkness, crying, achy, and bruised. until I saw the lights of an all-night diner ahead in the distance.

I just went towards the lights, not knowing what to do, except to make it to the lights. When I got there, the place wasn't busy, which made me feel relieved, as I knew that I must look a scary mess. I went to the phone and I still wouldn't call my mom. I knew she'd be asleep, and especially now that it was over an hour since I should have been home, she'd be angry and she would take away my club privileges as nightmarish as that night had been going out one night a week was still all I had left in my life see at that time in my life I consciously believed and repeated to myself that if I completely disappeared off the earth no one not even my busy single mom or brother who hated me no one would even notice that I was gone so I called one last good friend with a car He lived all the way in Pasadena Far from where I was

He answered but said that he was asleep And that the drive was just too far Even though I told him that something really bad had happened to me He refused See the lack of people who cared deeply about me Was part of why I felt I had nothing in my life So I did the last last thing that I could do. I sat at a table and talked to the restaurant manager.

Since she was a stranger to me, I didn't mind telling her the whole story. Every awful thing that had happened that night. She was appalled and very compassionate. She asked one of her most trusted employees to drive me home, and he did. I arrived safely at home, and I was never as happy to be there as I was in that moment. I never told any of my friends what happened to me that night, and to this day, my mom doesn't know. I felt so ashamed and stupid for making all the wrong decisions that night, and actually almost counted myself lucky that it hadn't been much worse.

I didn't go to the police because I didn't want anyone to know, and anyway I had no way to identify those men. I continued to go to that club, but only when I arranged for a ride home in advance. And here's the very weird denouma. Remember the friend that I'd called who wouldn't come get me? A couple weeks later, he told me that he'd heard I'd gotten a ride with Mark D, a member of a very famous singing family at the time. I looked at a photo I found of the group, and indeed,

I saw those sharp eyes that I would never. forget. That's why he said to the two other guys, don't say my name. That's why he was the leader in that group of friends. The one thing I will never understand, though, is how did he know my name? How did he tell someone who knew me that he had given me a ride? This was a very long time ago, like I said, 1981, to be exact. I'm a much different, strong, independent, woman now. So these things don't hurt me to recall. I did always want to tell the world what the famous Mark D did to me, but I didn't. That's okay. I would probably fully name him here if I thought it was allowed, but this is my first Reddit post and I don't know much. I just want all the young people now

to know what I didn't know back then. Always listen to your gut. That cannot be overstated enough. and never ride with strangers. It sounds so simple, and situations like mine were all different. But your life is worth so much more than anything else. Like that stupid nightclub that I thought was so important then. Thank you for reading my story. Hello, Raven. I want to thank you again for reaching out to me to let me know about my stories.

I decided that I would just sit here and go through the years in my head. It seemed like the best way to remember things that have happened to me in my life. This happened back in 1977. I was a lot younger then, that's for sure. Well, I was driving back home from a band practice. Yes, I was in a band. I had been in many bands for over 50 years. Met a lot of people.

I had gotten together with a couple of people. of guys locally, and we had finished practice for the evening, and this one guy and I have to drive a little more than 30 miles to get back to town where we both lived. Back then, it was no big deal to travel 70 miles somewhere just to practice. The guy with me had been in the service, and, as you recall, that was the Vietnam era when he was in. So he was no weedy. He had seen and been through some tough stuff, but he made it home. Now, he just wanted to enjoy his life and play music. I was driving and we had gone through two small towns on our way to our own.

About halfway between the last small town and ours is a state park. Back then, they had just made a new entrance to the park. Now, you could pull directly into the park off the highway, instead of having to go down a country road and down a long dirt road to enter the park. There was a median that separated the lanes of traffic back then, but back then, it was one that used to be raised about five to six inches. They've since done away with that raised cement, as it was probably found to be dangerous that way.

Now the road is divided merely with the white lines. We were heading south and it was around 11 at night, slightly foggy, but you could see a quarter mile easily enough. We were just getting near the park area, and we were discussing some of the issues we were having with a certain song. Up ahead, I could see a van with those yellow fog lights on, and a car followed by another car, headed towards us. There was no one behind us. We had just started to enter the division point where the sign was, right in the middle, and the van went past. Then, I saw something running across the road behind the van.

The park was on our left, right there. Whatever it was, had come from the park area and run across, through the traffic, heading for the other side of the highway. It looked like it may be four feet tall, and was covered with black or dark brown hair that looked to be about three inches long. It was running on two legs for sure and was going to end up right in front of my car. I swerved to the right and then pulled back left to try and miss it. It jumped back and had grabbed the dividing sign with its right arm and the other arm went out to the side.

I swear if I had had my window down and my arm out, I would have been able to slap it in the face. It was that close. We got past it and I then yelled at my arm. friend. Did you see that? He looked like he saw it better than I did. He was really rattled. All he would repeat saying was, keep going, keep going. I said that I wanted to turn around and see if we could find it. He kind of yelled at me. No, no, keep going. He would not let me turn that car around. I never saw him like that before. Now this guy had been in the military and had seen action.

So he was no chicken. I kept on our way home, and I went to drop him off at his house. He got out and went in. Didn't say goodbye, see ya, nothing. It had really upset him. I never brought it up with him after that night. I don't think he ever mentioned it to anyone. I myself only mentioned it to a couple of close friends, and, of course, they looked at me funny.

My friend passed away several years ago from liver failure due to drinking heavily. So I don't have my friend or a witness to this anymore. That was before I had ever heard about this stuff about Bigfoot or Sasquatch. Years later, I still often wonder if that was what we saw that night. Then, after all that time, I realized something. I thought of something that I hadn't even considered. If that was a juvenile Bigfoot, how close was Mom and Dad?

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hospital for about six years now She's the ER receptionist, so she is the first person you see when you come into the emergency room, the one to give you all the paperwork to fill out and such. Throughout these six years, she worked mostly nights, 7 p.m. to 7 a.m., and has seen quite the cast of characters the town has to offer. Every transient, druggie, and local has passed through that lobby,

and she has seen each one at least twice. But one night, she encountered something she had never seen before or again since. Back in the first year, my mom was quick to get the hang of things, so she was left alone to work the counter. The ER faced the parking lot so she could see people coming in from far away and anticipate their moves. One night, at about 2 a.m., she was working on her computer, looked up, and was surprised to see two people standing there. A man and a woman just standing there, staring at her. And she stared back. The parking lot was dark.

No car in sight, and they just appeared. After a long moment, they came into the lobby and went right up to the desk. My mom said the alarm bells started going off in her head that something wasn't right. For one thing, they were very tall. The desk my mom sat at would come up to mid-chest on an average person. With these people, my mom could see the pelvic bone of the woman. They were dressed for hot weather because it was summer. They were also very skinny and my mom emphasized this very dry-looking.

but they didn't look like your typical druggies. The woman kept stroking her neck with long fingers, saying she had a sore throat. My mom, for the first and only time, didn't say a word. She just looked at them. A word kept repeating in her head, strictly. As my mom looked at them, the woman looked to the man, looked back at my mom, and then to the man again. the whole time just smiling and stroking her throat, and said to the man,

Do you think she'll let us through? Or should we go somewhere else? My mom stayed silent as the woman repeated the pattern of looks, and then they both smiled at my mom and left. Almost after, my mom texted me, asking if vampires needed permission to enter places like hospitals. I told her since she was technically the person to say who went to, back to the ER, they would need her permission.

We both knew that Strigwe was a type of Romanian vampire mythos, and that was the word she kept hearing in her mind. She has never seen that couple again, and we still talk about what happened. It does make me wonder when I hear about stories of black-eyed children and other tales of vampires. What did she see that night? and how close was she to something unreal? This started about six months ago.

I was getting ready for bed in my room. It was maybe 10.30 p.m. My curtains were closed so I couldn't see out the window, but I heard three hard knocks on the glass of my window. Of course, that scared the living crap out of me, so I didn't even look, and ran and got my dad, and made him look. Now, I live with my parents and two brothers in a fairly busy neighborhood,

so noises weren't uncommon to hear. But this knock was directly on my window, so someone wanted me to hear it. The thing was, my bedroom isn't facing the front of the house, or the road, or anything. My room is actually towards the back of the house, so someone would have had to walk to the backyard, in order to knock on my window, which seemed very odd.

I had my dad check, but when he opened the curtains, no one was outside the window. He even went in the backyard to check. No one was there. That was the first incident. I closed my curtains and brushed it off as me hearing things or some sort of animal. The following night, at almost the exact same time, I heard another three knocks on my window. Immediately I went and got my dad again,

for him to just see nothing all over again. But this time I didn't brush it off, and I slept in my parents' room on the floor. The next few nights there was nothing, until about a week later. I was home alone, and it was about 8.30 to 9 p.m., and I was on FaceTime with my friends. when I heard another three knocks on my window.

This time I was home alone, so I couldn't go get my dad, but I ran into their room and called them. They told me to call the neighbor to check because they were out of town, so I did. The neighbor saw nothing. The night after, it was about 1 a.m., I think. I heard the knocking again. It wasn't three times, though.

It was more. It woke me up out of a dead sleep. I was tempted to just look out the window to see who, but part of me didn't want to know. I went and got my parents, who didn't bother to check at this point, because they didn't see anything the last few times. I kept hearing the knocking for the next few nights after, to the point where I ended up just sleeping on the couch. My parents decided to just let me move bedrooms, and so they moved my bedroom. into what was the office, and switched everything around, so I hopefully wouldn't hear any more things.

After moving bedrooms, I didn't hear anything. It was good for maybe three nights. Then I heard it again. The same knocking, three hard times. This time I looked out the window. I saw what I assume was a man, or a very big, built woman, Crouching down, wearing a gray hoodie and some dark jeans.

I can't recall the color. It was dark, so maybe gray or black. I closed the curtain and went and got my parents about it, and they informed the police. The police really couldn't do anything because we had no solid proof beside my words. They advised that we get a camera facing my bedroom and around that area of the house. So that's what we did. I haven't heard the knocking since, but I do wonder who it was. Nonetheless, it makes a good story to tell.

This happened about a decade ago when I was 19. At the time, I rented an apartment in a west side neighborhood of Chicago with my sister, who was a year older than me. We both worked hospitality jobs in the city, and we both had pretty robust social lives. so it was fairly typical for one or both of us to get home at weird hours or be out all night. I would take the pink line to and from work. At this point in my life, I was pretty used to being cat-cold while walking down the street.

I'd been flashed on public transportation a few times. Men would bump into me from behind on packed trains, basically the usual amount of sexual harassment for a young woman living in the city. Not much phased me Of course it was uncomfortable But I was never truly terrified Until one night That night I was coming home from work

Well after midnight The train car I was in had been empty For most of the ride One stop before mine A man gets on and sits down in my car Reflexively I look up as this new passenger entered the car We made eye contact

immediately I felt the hairs stand up on the back of my neck. I knew that I made a mistake, that this might be interpreted as some sort of invitation. I quickly looked away, but I felt him watching me as the train pulled away from the station. Since my stop was only one stop away, I decided to wait until the last second to stand up and exit the car, just in case he tried to follow me. Well, he did. He hung back about 30 feet at first, but I felt the gap between us closing and his footsteps were getting louder. Then I heard him trying to catch my attention, saying,

Hey, he catches up to me, and he starts speaking to me like any other man trying to chat me up would. I still couldn't shake the feeling of genuine fear I had since first locking eyes with him in the train car. He asks where I'm headed, and I told him that I'm going home. He asked if there was anyone waiting up for me this late, and I told him my boyfriend was. In reality, I knew my sister was working a night shift, and that I was going home to an empty apartment. Then, he pulled his shirt to the side, exposing a gun in his waistband. In a joking tone, he said that he would fight my boyfriend for me. I laughed along and just kept walking.

We were walking down Sermak, which is a pretty big. busy street, even that late at night. I knew I couldn't let him follow me to my apartment, so when I came to the Cross Street where I should have turned, I just kept going straight. Eventually I had walked far enough that I passed the stop where he had originally got on the train. He had walked alongside me for a while, and then dropped back and followed me for a while and eventually stopped. I thought I would be relieved once I'd shaken him, but as soon as I couldn't see him anymore, my fear only heightened. I still had to double back to my apartment somehow,

and the trains had stopped running at 2 a.m. I figure he'd knew I'd walked too far and would have to turn around, so I thought it was possible he was posting up somewhere on Cermak, waiting for me. I turned off and walked a few blocks north, and then started my one-mile walk back west towards my apartment. The walk back was excruciating, since I was now off the main road, it was much darker and there was absolutely nobody around. I kept telling myself that I had to get home safe for my sister, because she'd never be able to live with herself if something happened to me. I kept putting one foot in front of the other, and when I finally made it into my apartment and locked the door behind me, I collapsed into a puddle of tears.

10 years later on, I've never felt fear again like I did that night. And to this day, I've never told my sister about it. I need to add another trigger warning to this story again, as it contains the same subject matter as the other story, and this definitely could be sensitive to others. So, trigger warning on this one as well. And, yeah. I just wanted to start this off.

by saying that I love your podcast. I listen to it every night before I go to sleep, and it keeps me entertained for hours when I'm just pottering around the house. So thank you. Thank you as well. I was 19 when this happened. I woke up one morning and saw that I had three missed calls from an unknown number. Two were just after midnight, and the third was a little past 1 a.m.

I sleep with my phone undue-not-disturb, so none of these calls came through from me. I didn't think much of it as my mom has some mental health issues and is always calling on unknown numbers. I forget about it and moved on with my day. It was the next day and I was going out to a club with some girlfriends. It was a Sunday night and there was a special guest at the club so we all bought tickets and headed over. I'd had a few drinks, but I wasn't drunk, just a little tipsy. I was completely aware of everything around me so I can promise that I did not misunderstand the situation or imagine any of this. It was around 1 a.m., and I was walking through the dance floor when I felt my phone vibrating. I was getting a phone call from an unknown number. By the time I saw the call

pop up on my phone, I once again had already missed two calls from them just a few minutes earlier. I answered the phone and whoever was on the other side hung up immediately. of course they called back within a few seconds of ending the other call i finally answered hello i said keep in mind i'm in a club so i couldn't hear a thing i said to whoever was on the phone don't hang up let me go somewhere quiet so i can hear you the man on the other line replied okay you go somewhere quiet i went to the bathrooms where it was a little quieter and could finally hear what this man was trying to say to me. He said to me, Aaron, this stays between us, okay? Okay, I replied back.

I didn't recognize the voice at all. However, he referred to me by my first name, so he obviously knew who I was. The voice on the other end of the phone said to me, clear as day. I'm going to rape you one day, Aaron. I didn't have any time to put. process what he had said before he hung up. I sank to the floor and started crying.

I was in shock. Keep in mind, I'm 4-11 and not even 50 kilograms. I'm an easy target. I'm little. Obviously, being tipsy and at a club, I made the decision to leave. I called my ex that I had recently broken up with, and I asked if he could come pick me up. From there, we went directly to the police station. They asked me to come back the following day and give a statement when I was sober, so that's what I did.

The police took my claim very seriously and could not have been more helpful. They took all my details down, and my phone specs, I'm assuming, so that they could trace the call. I finished up with the statement and went home. I took a couple of days off work just to process what had happened, and also because I was terrified to leave my house. to go to work, and even walked to my car once my shifts were over. I worked in a shopping center slash mall, so I had to walk to the underground car parks at 10 a.m. after work. A week went by, and I didn't receive any more calls from the unknown number, nothing at all. The police did get back to me, though, and this is the unnerving part.

They told me that they had managed to trace the call back to a phone box. They couldn't tell me the specific area due to all the different call towers or something like that. I'm not too sure how it all works. However, it was a phone box. The ones that are on the side of the road that you need to put coins in. Yeah, one of those. When you put it into perspective, someone had gone out of their way at 1 a.m. on a Sunday night to go to this phone box,

with enough money to call me multiple times. I also have no doubts that this was the same person behind the unknown calls from the previous night also, which also means this person went out of their way multiple nights in a row just to call me and threaten me. It's now been almost five years since this happened, and I have never found out who it was. My stomach still drops when I see a no-caller ID come up on my phone. I don't know who this person was. I don't know if he was being serious or just trying to scare me. I really don't want to find out, though.

This isn't as scary as some of the other stories on here, but it is my own creepy encounter. Thank you for taking the time to listen. The story was requested of me to post by my friend, who experiences a ton of paranormal stuff. This was written by her, not myself. This happened to me when I was the age range of six to seven. This was when I used to live in Texas.

Houston is my old hometown. My parents weren't very well in money around that time, and the area around our old home was often known as a dangerous area. Usually people would die near my neighborhood because of the shootings occurring. However, unfortunately, my house was haunted. The cabinets would open by themselves, things would go flying off the counter, and many other situations that happened inside of that house. One day I was in my room, playing with my toys and minding my business,

until I decided that I would go visit my mom downstairs for something. When I tried to open the door, it wouldn't open, and I noticed that it was locked. Of course, I started panicking, trying to unlock it, but it wouldn't unlock. And I was starting to get scared because I felt something dangerous was inside the room with me, keeping me inside. I was banging on the door and crying for my mom when I turned my head around because I felt something watching me. I had a bunch of dolls on a shelf in my room, and all of their heads were turned towards my direction,

and I started hearing a slight whispering from my closet. I was banging on my door more, and my mom heard me scream. She rushed up the stairs immediately asking if I was okay and to open the door for her. I was telling her that I couldn't. That something was keeping me in and that I couldn't get out of the room. She was trying to kick open the door, but unfortunately was unsuccessful. That's when my dad came home from work, and my mom heard him and then ran down the stairs to get him. She then told him what was happening

As soon as my father heard what was happening from my mom He ran up the stairs and told me to stand away from the door And when I stepped away I heard him banging and trying to pry the door open It took a few tries And he finally got the annoying door to open for him They both rushed inside Asking if I was all right and what had happened

and I was telling them that I was hearing strange noises and sounds coming from inside the closet in my room, and then proceeded to point over to where the dolls were, and tried to explain the fact that their heads were all turned towards my direction. Afterwards, they made sure to leave that door open at all times, and told me to never lock the door again. For context, this happened just last night, and is among other things going on. My grandmother lives by herself in a little double-wide.

Out back there is a big backyard, a huge field that a neighbor farms, and woods behind that. I've always gotten the sensation something was out in those fields, older than the land, almost a part of the land. Last night she fell and dislocated her shoulder.

My parents took her to the ER, I volunteered to keep watch overnight with her. As soon as I stepped foot into that house, I felt a pressure and an unclean feeling come over me. All through the night my skin was crawling and I just felt unclean, like something was in the house with us. This morning I came back home and my mom told me something that has me coming here for answers. She said that when she was helping my grandma out of the car that night, she saw something walk through. the backyard. She said the best word she could use to describe it was

werewolf. She said it was tall, gangly, and on all fours with eye shine. She's also felt the unclean feeling. I know a little bit about Skinwalkers, and what she described sounded a lot like one. I also study the paranormal, so I'm also of a negative spirit as the culprit. it. If it is a Skinwalker, would Catholic prayers and blessings work?

Or would I need something else? So, I live in a three-bedroom apartment with my husband and cat. We've been living here for a little over a year now, and in the past we've experienced some unexplainable phenomena. The most common

being doors being opened after we've shut them. We shut a door, we leave or walk away and come back in the door fully opened. We've also noticed heaters being turned on and neither of us turning them on. We've brushed a lot of this off as we do have a cat.

And so we're both ADD, so we figure maybe we just forgot about opening the doors. But the more it happens, the more we question it, because all of our doors have door knobs, so it's not like she can grab them and twist them. And we might forget things from time to time,

but not as often as we've been noticing things. I've had it happen a couple of times where I'm showering, and I hear the door open, but I look and it's shut. I've also experienced the door opening while I'm in the shower, and nobody is there. The apartment community is older,

but the vintage magic tricks that my husband collects could be even older than that. I told my husband the other day that if there is a spirit in the apartment, it's probably from his vintage magic trick collection. We joke about it from time to time. I don't know if spirits can really attach themselves to inanimate objects like they do in the conjuring or not.

If they could, you would think they would be generalized to where the magic tricks are located. But all of the instances have been throughout the apartment. Anyways, the reason I'm posting this is because, this morning, my husband woke me up early and asked what I wanted. I didn't understand what he meant because I was asleep. And he said that he heard me say his name. Later in the morning, he asked me if I remembered saying his name at all.

I told him that I might have been sleep talking, but I don't usually talk in my sleep. Actually, I don't think I ever have. At least nobody has ever said anything about it. I decided to look in to see. spirits mimicking people, and I found here on good old Reddit that this is actually pretty common. If that was a spirit, what does it mean if a spirit is mimicking you? Should we look further into this, or am I being dramatic?

I don't really know, but I don't feel scared or concerned by it. Back in my mid to late 20s, my mother had a couple of Jehovah Witnesses come over to do a Bible study with her. They would read one verse and tell her what it means. Many times she would say no if you read the ones before and after it means something different. She ended up asking them not to come back. In back of the garage there was a spare room that was added on before they bought the place. It was my dad's office. At the time he was big into CB and ham radios. There was a large wooden desk and at this time a large metal coffee can full of screws, bolts, nuts, and nails, and other. That can, I didn't see it, but it jumped, flew off the desk, and landed about three feet from the desk.

If it had just fallen off and rolled to that spot, there would have been a trail of items from where it would have hit the ground to where it stopped. But there wasn't any. Another time, my sister's three young kids brought in a hose to make a little. make an indoor pool. That was the only time they ever tried anything like that. My mom had the house blessed and had sage burned to smoke the inside and outside around the house. Nothing like that happened after. Another one of my sister's sons was sleeping in his bed, but when my sister went to check on him,

the lower half of his body was off the bed. As in, part of his rear end was off the bed, yet his whole body was still flat, like his whole body was still lying on the bed. In August of 1987, I was expecting my second child. My grandmother was in the hospital dying from internal bleeding, from a fall that she had from falling out of her wheelchair. My mother had gone to visit my grandmother in the hospital. While they were talking, my grandmother said,

Get me off of this ship. My mother reminded my grandmother, her mother, that she was in the hospital. My grandmother insisted that she was on a ship. My mother asked her, Who's on this ship with you? Because my mom was a big believer in all things supernatural. She thought that she could get more information.

My grandmother replied, You know that guy who does the stories about the mob? Ned Day from the news? And my nurse. The one that comes during the night shift. My mom asked where the ship was. was going and my grandmother said the cemetery obviously my mom was a bit worried at that point being a big believer she knew the time was close for my grandma to pass away the next day i went to visit my grandmother in the hospital i was five months pregnant and wasn't feeling that great when i arrived my grandma asked me to come close because she wanted to touch my belly as she placed her hand on my belly she told me it's a girl, you know?

I said, no, grandma, I don't know. Because tomorrow they're going to do an ultrasound to see if they can see. They'll tell me if it's a boy or a girl. My grandmother assured me that it was in fact a girl, and I told her that I would let her know once I found out. She said, it's okay. I know it's a girl. I just smiled and said,

Okay, grandma. Later that evening, my mother went to see grandma, and my grandma told my mom, Do you see her? My mom asked her, see who? My grandmother said, it's my mom. She's sitting in the corner, and she came to get me. My mom looked over, but she saw nobody, but asked her mother to describe the woman. My grandmother described her mother exactly and told my mom that she was waiting for her.

after my mom left the hospital, she came home and was telling us all about what grandma had said, and I told her what grandma said to me about my baby. A few hours later, the hospital called my mom to say that grandma had passed away. We were all devastated, but what's even stranger is that, just a few days later,

we heard that the newscaster, Ned Day, had also died. We were blown. away. When my mom went back to the hospital to invite my grandmother's nurse to her funeral, my mother was informed that the nurse had tragically died in a car accident just that morning. Oh, and I got that ultrasound, and my baby was indeed a girl. So, that's it. I've been a true believer ever since. Grandma was right. Thanks for reading this, Raven. I love your podcast and keep doing it. it. I will, and thank you for sending the story in. My father died of a heart attack a couple of

months before I turned 17. He was in the hospital for about a week. He didn't want me to see him there as a weak, older man. He was 55 at the time, so I never got to say goodbye or that I loved him before he passed. Several years later, my mom was seeing a man named George and his youngest, Wayne, was living with us. I had a vivid dream about my father and Wayne, who he had never met. Dad told me that I've always loved you more than Wayne, or the most. Not sure.

I told him that I loved him, and we hugged. Then I woke up crying. That was the best dream ever. I told my GP that I had an odd experience while coming out of anesthesia. He asked, if I met God. Well, no, not God. But let me start at the beginning.

Apparently the first thing I said after the surgery was that if anything went wrong, my return address is on my back. I don't remember that, but in point of fact, my return address is on my back. It says property of the William M. Bass donated skeletal collection. My own memories are a bit squire.

I knew where I was. I could hear the sounds at the recovery area, but that's not what I was seeing. I was wondering among gigantic carved stone monoliths of deities from various religions, ages, and locales. They were aware of me, but mostly I was beneath their notice. To complicate matters, I was not wearing my glasses. Now, I'm not blind, yet, again. I will undoubtedly reach minus eight diopeters again, eventually,

but in this instance my brain decided that I never had eye surgery, and that my vision was still around minus 12, maybe worse. I had to get really close to the statues to make out details clear enough to recognize who was who before I moved on, which is why I was within arm's reach before I realized what I was seeing on one it was a skirt of rattlesnakes and a necklace of hearts and severed human hands mind you I respect coltlacue but it occurred to me that the Aztec goddess of the womb in the tomb might not be a felicitous entity to encounter while recovering from heart surgery

I was trying to apologize respectfully while backing away when I finally woke up. Back in October of 2013, when I was 33 years old, I was living in an apartment called Tree Top Lodge in Overland Park, Kansas. I know where that is. One day during that month, I was on the computer surfing the net as usual, and all of the sudden I heard this loud, guttural growl in the living room by the TV. which was 15 feet away from where I was.

I looked over there, and I thought, what was that? A couple of minutes later, I heard the growl again, and it was even louder. I went over by the TV and searched everywhere in that area. I even went outside to see if I would hear that sound again, but there was nothing. And I couldn't find any rational explanation for it. Fast forward to around February or March of 2016, I was 35, and I was living in another apartment called Hampton Woods in Shawnee, Kansas. I was having a dream one morning, and I was in a mobile home that I used to live in when I was a kid.

I'm like waking up and I see a lady that I went to Christian school with. I was in the bedroom towards the back of the mobile home on the left side. From what I understood, this lady I went to school with was into the occult, and I could even see people in the kitchen and living room. room doing drugs, smoking, drinking, and doing occult-like practices. All of a sudden, I end up outside, and the mobile that I lived in when I was a kid was nowhere to be found. I end up at this shelter-like place where there are several TVs and people are sleeping in sleeping bags.

For some reason, I knew my older brother was in there sleeping in a sleeping bag. I go and call his name, and I look over by a TV. and all of a sudden I hear the most hideous, guttural growl I have ever heard. It scared me so much that I jumped out of my dream, jumped off the bed, and flew into the living room. It scared the hell out of me, and was probably my most scariest experience that I have ever had. It's something else here now, something new.

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I used to sneak out at ages 15 through 17. I don't anymore as I have my own life going on, as I am an adult now. It was about 2.30, almost 3 o'clock at night. I was going to a friend's house as they were going to sneak me in, chill and have a smoke session. While I was walking to their house, it was already creepy as it was.

The night was still, and the sounds creeping around made everything eerier. I made it to their house without any issues. We lit a few cigarettes and did as I said before. I do not condone smoking or doing anything in this story to anyone under the age of 18. When it started to get late, I went back to my house. It was about a 15-minute walk at most. Everything stayed the same until I was going down a hill. There was a lot of houses where I lived, but it wasn't a good neighborhood, to be honest.

I have a lot of stories about it that I'll possibly share in the future. I got stopped by this tall guy. I'm a woman, about 5-5, and very skinny with little to no muscle, so anyone could just beat me and do other horrible things to me. He was a drug addict, as he looked very ill and had some red spots on his skin. He asked if I had a lighter, and I did, but I lied and said no. He nodded and then made small talk as I contributed to. back to the small talk, backing away slowly and eventually leaving.

I felt very odd. I felt as if I was being watched or followed. A very uneasy feeling. I turned back and saw the same guy. He asked again if I had a lighter. Again, a bit annoyed and scared, I said no. I knew it showed my voice, but I started to speedwalk to my house, as I had to go up another hill and down a hill to reach my house.

I still had that feeling lurking in my stomach, and my mind started to race. I turned back and saw the same damn guy, asking the same question. I looked around and found a group of guys who I thankfully knew. I said no and then darted across the street to greet them, telling them what happened, and one of them walked me back to my house. house. If it wasn't for knowing a lot of people at my age, I probably would have been attacked. I'm thankful every time and get goosebumps by thinking about it. For those who think it's fun to sneak out, please don't. It's not worth your life or to add trauma in any way. Stay safe out there. And Raven,

thank you for sharing my story. So, I used to be a nurse at what one could consider. consider a fairly dated hospital. It was in a rather small town in the Midwest, and it wasn't very well equipped. Even back then, it was dated. Because of its size, there was a ton of gossip and stories that were passed back and forth between the nurses and doctors. And more often than not,

at least one person would have a story about some weird paranormal experience they had had at the hospital. A disembodied voice, a phantom touch, those kind of silly things. Things you might expect in a building where things either get better or come to an end for those that visit. I was always a practical person in my approach to the work. Sure, ghosts may exist, but I was more of an ignore it and let's get this done kind of person. And, as it happens to many, many people, I had an experience where that wasn't quite an option.

It was a fairly quiet shift, which, when working as a nurse on the night shift, is an absolute blessing. It can also be a curse, because the moment you make that comment, something inevitably happens. We were fairly short-staffed, as always, so I was making rounds through the parts of the facility that were temporarily closed. This may sound silly, but we had to make sure the wing was secure. It may be a quiet town, sure, but there were still rowdy teenagers in town, and we'd had a few break-ins before. Basically, all I had to do was make sure the windows were closed and locked, and make sure that the construction crew hadn't left anything behind from their daywork doing the renovations. I went room by room, made my checks, and found nothing out of the ordinary,

until I got to the last room, of course. I opened the door and was immediately hit with a cold breeze. I thought that maybe the window was open, but when I checked, it was completely secured and shut. While I was checking the window, the door behind me made a creaking sound, and as soon as I turned to looked, it slammed shut. I nearly jumped out of my skin when it happened. Definitely not a normal thing as the doors in this wing had to be pulled shut. like with a slight bit of force.

I started to walk toward the door and after the second step, I felt something grab my ankle. And I tripped, landing face first on the tile. It's important to state that whatever it was that wrapped around my ankle, it felt like it was frozen. It was like an icy hand had reached out of nowhere and twisted its fingers around my leg, causing me to fall.

After I fell, I quickly turned to look at what it was that I tripped over. But there was nothing there. Like it all. This room was prepped for renovations, but hadn't been touched. The equipment had mostly been moved out,

minus a few things being stored, but everything was back against the wall. There was nothing in the middle of the room to block my path. Then, it got slightly creepier. As I pulled myself up, I noticed what looked like a small piece of notebook paper sitting on the floor near me. I picked it up and unfolded it, and I honestly wished that I hadn't. There was a note that looked like it was written by someone that was struggling to hold the pen,

and it said, I want out. I'm so cold. I'm so lonely. A shiver ran straight down my spine. I pocketed that note and immediately jumped up and ran out of the room, and then speedwalked down the hallway, considering my rounds done. Now, obviously, it's possible that this note was left as a joke by a construction worker, or another night nurse or something like that. But finding it alongside the chill and being grabbed by nothing was enough for me to be. to be done with it all. Joke or not, it was creepy as hell. And that's kind of it.

I know it's a short story, but it's scared the hell out of me, and I wanted to share it. The closest thing I experienced after that, before I left, was a lot of creepy whispering, like voices in the hallway when there was no one around. It was scary, sure, but I can handle that way better than I could handle being grabbed, or finding freaky notes like that. I had to make up some time, so I opted to stay late at my desk and finish up some work.

I'm only here making up time because I had to leave my office during the day for an event for my kid at school. About 45 minutes ago, the last person who stayed late left the office and I saw him walk out. No one else has come in and there is no one else here. About 30 minutes ago, I heard a loud bang come from upstairs. It sounded like metal pipes hitting together hard. It kind of startled me as I thought something fell, so I went upstairs to see what might have fallen over and nothing. I looked out from the upstairs window,

and the parking lot is empty, except for my car. I called out to ask if anyone was still here that I might have missed. No one. Our office isn't open to the public, and you need a key card to enter. Shortly after that, I came back to my desk and worked on a file, and I heard another noise. This time, it sounded like something was dragging a broomstick across a wall, but there was still no one there. We have motion-censored lights, so all the lights upstairs were now off. most of the lights downstairs are off except for my office.

Just before I got on here and had to tell someone, I heard a ding, like some kind of cash-register dinging. But we don't have anything that sounds like that here. After I heard the ding, I saw the light upstairs come back on. Those lights are only triggered by humans. Not mice, cats, dogs, or the office rumba would trigger it. and just now as I'm writing this, another set of lights just came on closer to the office conference room.

I do not know what is going on here. Okay, this one is a doozy. Apologies if I get things wrong grammatically as I'm extremely paranoid at the moment. I live in the UK, Devon, with my dog. It's important to note that there's a huge expanse of woods behind the house. Early last month, this thing that looks and sounds exactly like me began to show itself directly to me. But I fear it's actually been around for much, much longer. About four years ago, my parents, grandmother and cousins were over at mine for a get-together.

I remember my mother going to smoke around the back. Not even a minute's after going out, she comes back in all flustered and asking me why I was outside in the woods. She said as I was staring at her blankly. The thing is, I wasn't. I was inside with my grandmother and my dad. My mom, bless her soul, passed it off as just seeing things. Stupidly, so did I.

Cut to last year, I was in my lounge when my dog ran off into the conservatory barking like mad. This wasn't really surprising, we do have quite a few rabbits and other vermin around the area. That was until, I kid you not, I heard my freaking voice talking in the conservatory. I checked outside, nothing, nothing at all. Last month while cleaning the kitchen, I saw me outside in the woods. It looked one to one with me.

This thing didn't move an inch. It was like a statue. I froze in place. I guess it was more the shock of seeing myself with my own two eyes physically. I leapt over to the conservatory door, and it was gone. In the split time it took me to go to the door, this thing was gone. Last Saturday I was upstairs on a work assignment when I heard my freaking voice asking to be let in. My dog was going nuts and got worse when this thing was clawing and scratching at my windows door. I contacted the police, and I'm away at my parents' house for the time being.

I don't know what to tell people, or if they'll even believe me. I just want this to end. Any advice? Because I'm dreading when I see this thing again. Or what it'll do. The original poster did add a second post to this, so I would like to include the information. Apologies for my lack of response to y'all's replies. I'm not that involved with online stuff, unfortunately. Thank you so much for all your replies and suggestions. I wasn't expecting such a response. I've read most of their replies on that thread

and thought I would answer a few of them on this post. Feel free to ask any more questions below, as I'll get back to as many of them as I can. Number one, mental health. I saw quite a few. few of y'all mentioned this on the last post. I don't suffer from any mental health issues. I think the most I have is a short temper, but that's besides the point.

Unless I need to protect myself in the future from this thing. I'll double check, though. Number two, how do we know you're the real you, huh? Thanks for the chuckle. First one I've gotten in a while. Number three, get some carbon monoxide monitors and set up cameras. I don't know how I didn't think to do this in the first place, but thank you for reminding me to do so. We'll do.

I'll double-check the carbon monitors, especially as I've been experiencing migraines, and generally feeling unwell recently. Cams are a go-to, so I'll get some installed. Four, maybe it's future you time-travelling to the past to warn you. Well, I won't be getting any sleep tonight. Interesting thought. 5. I literally live in Devon, and I'm freaking out reading this post. Whereabouts are you? As I said on the last post, I'm currently at my parents, an Exeter, but I live just outside Totness. Number 6. Was it clothed? Was it wearing my clothes?

Yes. I have a flannel shirt that I wear often, and it was wearing that. I'll ask my mother if it was also wearing the shirt when she saw it. 7. Is this fiction? Believe me, my wish. As I said, I'll get some cameras up and running to capture this thing next time it decides to show up. As I said, please ask any more questions that I missed here, and I'll get back. Thank you all again. Back in high school, I used to have a 64 Dodge Dart, the 225 slant six engine,

and three-speed push-button transmission on the dash. I loved that car, and I would always want to drive my friends anywhere we went in it. The driver door, I never had to lock. Even though I could open the door, no problem. Others could not open it, and it was unlocked. At one time a person tried to break into my car but couldn't, and then it was unlocked. I showed my friends by just opening the door. They did get the little chrome ring around the trunk lock off.

Another interesting thing is the passenger door. It did not matter how well you closed the door. As long as you didn't cuss or disrespect the car, you were fine. If you did, though, the door would suddenly open up on you. In fact, my friend almost fell out of the car, as it did that while going left in a parking lot one time. If you shut it soft or hard and push on it, check if it's closed but then disrespected the car it would open i've been listening to your stories and they've brought back some memories that i have forgotten i just wanted to tell you about this

it just happened to me today is wednesday the 28th of 2024 i believe this was february it was almost 12 o'clock noon i was going through some cassette tapes that my brother-in-law and i are on from a band that we played together back in 1992. I'm trying to put some song tracks together for his wife. He passed away this January 11th. She wants some songs for his celebration of life in March. There will be 12 bands playing, but she wants to have some songs that he and I did.

There was a song that we did called Wild Wild West. I can't recall what band did it. I close some things up to, get some lunch. I sat down and turned on the TV, and a commercial was on, and that song was playing for the commercial. I told my wife about it, and she couldn't believe it either. I'm beginning to feel like something is watching me because that is just going way beyond coincidence. I kind of wondered if my brother-in-law had anything to do with it. I'm just really amazed, shocked, and freaked out. I hadn't heard that song for over 30 years, and then to hear it twice in less than half an hour.

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