As The Raven Dreams Podcast - ATRD Ep. 120 - Creepy Coworker, UFO Encounters, and MORE Scary stories - 17 True Scary Stories

Episode Date: April 19, 2024

Welcome to the chilling 120th 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 coworkers, terror in the middle of nowhere, UFO Encounters, and Other strange and scary stories. 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... Kathleen, SuspiciousCoincidence, EastCoastLamar, Marc Gillihan, Olive, Jacob, MILFrogs87, Suspicious_exprence, SzyslakChurch, BugEater, Gerald T, Taylor G.R, Bill, WanderingFiend, apollomain, Pistonmania3, Massive-Doubt-7112 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

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Publié. Savoy. Admirate and profite. Villaray, the voice that we love that we love. 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. I wanted to tell you about this guy that I used to work with a few years back.

I was working at a small tech repair shop. We had customers that would come in off the streets for repairs, but most of the company's profits were from larger corporations. They basically outsourced their repair jobs to us as an official name-brand repair company. The job itself was pretty easy and I enjoyed it. I was one of the repair guys in the back, so I hardly even had to deal with the customers. I just had to make sure that I could repair the problems by the deadlines. Some companies and jobs were really strict with their...

two-day turnaround time and such. So, anyways, the company was on a hiring spree to get a few more techs in there, and that's when Jeremy was hired on. Not going to lie, he was a bit of an oddball from the beginning, but he seemed cool, just off. He was a scrawny fellow, usually walked around with his shoulders hunched over, and long hair that was typically in his face. when you talked to him he would slowly look up and have to move his hair to even see you

and when I say when you talked to him that was typically how a conversation started with Jeremy you talked to him he rarely talked to any of us or initiated a conversation several of us would be sitting around the larger workbench working and talking and we had individual spaces. Not quite an office or cubicle, but it was still our assigned or, I guess, designated spot. A few of us liked to work together at the bench

so that we could talk in BS. Jeremy usually stuck to his own. I never had a problem with him and just thought that he was shy, reclusive, even, and just had a hard time meeting people. I mean, all of us there, had some level of that in the beginning. That's why we worked there,

and not in some big-named electronics store fixing things. But over time, we all got along with each other. Something else I noticed about Jeremy was that he was a full-blown tech guy. I thought I knew my stuff, but he was good.

I watched him one time carefully, take apart a tower, lay all the pieces out on his mat, unplug all the delicate ribbon cables, get to the motherboard, and solder a problem piece. And he did this without breaking a sweat or hesitating. Motherboards were always daunting to me. I loved doing that stuff, but I always wanted somebody watching me with those. Not Jeremy, though.

He didn't even have to list the parts, label anything, or remember their order. He just put it all back together like it was nothing. So what I'm trying to say, the dude was talented. He knew what he was doing. But Jeremy had another talent. He was also an artist, I suppose. We would constantly have scraps that we typically recycled. The company probably got some kind of write-off for it, but who knows.

Jeremy liked to use his, or ones that he would find, and turn them into sculptures. I've seen him turn a mess of tangled wires into what looked like a person melting or pulling themselves out of a puddle. I wasn't really sure. He made something else that looked like it was just one of those modern statues that you would find in home goods. It didn't have any real definition to it, or starting, or end point, but he showed it to me as he caught me watching him. I told him it looked sick, despite not having a clue what fresh hell I was staring at. and then he was good at that stuff. I remember he looked at me and I swear I saw the smallest smirk form in the corner of his mouth.

He gave me a quiet thanks and then went right back to it. Then, the next morning, I came in to a new surprise. There was a small figure on my desk. It looked like a two-headed dog snarling. No joke, this guy may have to be a little bit. been a bit odd, but he was damn good at what he did. He was already at his desk and he asked me if I liked it, and I said yes, and he told me that it was for me.

I told him thanks, and moved it to put it on my shelf with the other few things that I had on there. I don't know why exactly, but maybe it was just because I was nice to him, but he made me two more sculptures that he gave to me. Those ones were a bit more disturbing. One looked like a woman with tentacles or something coming out of her back. They were kind of shaped like wings, I guess. And the other one, it looked like a limbless body. So just the torso and head of a man and something was coming out of its stomach.

I don't know. I don't have them anymore, so it's hard to describe it from memory, but it was pretty freaky looking. He was watching me as I looked them over, so I once again thanked him and put them on the shelf, shoving the torso guy a little further back when he wasn't looking. So that was Jeremy. Kind of weird, kind of a creepy art style to him, but it was something that I could live with. Easy.

But then he came in one day and talked a little more with me. I was writing up a parts list for ones that we were low. on, or specific ones that I needed, when I started getting that feeling of being watched. I spun around in my chair and Jeremy was standing there. Again, shoulders hunched over, staring at me through strands of hair. He said, hey, and I did the same, but when he didn't speak after that, I asked him if there was something he needed. Then he said something so terrifying and such a calm and monitoring.

a tone voice. Nah, I was just going to say, I was going to bring my piece in here and blow everyone away, but you're actually pretty cool, so I'm not gonna. Then he tried to smile, but it just seemed like someone didn't understand what smiling was, so his lips were just pulled back. And honestly, how does anyone respond to that? So I tried smiling back and said something stupid like, Thanks, man, you're cool too.

He nodded and then turned and shuffled off to his area, leaving me shell-shocked at my desk. I was too nervous to do anything. I could barely focus on my work, and I watched every time I saw Jeremy walk around. The worst part was, I didn't know who I should tell about it. The thought was out there now, and he claims he wasn't going to do it, but...

What if that was a lie? What if that was him hinting to me to get out before something happened? Because he wanted to spare me. But then, what if I report it? They go back to him, and then he comes to find me specifically. As the question swirled in my head, I knew that meant that I wasn't safe. Not while that idea was out there. I told my girlfriend about it that night, and after contemplating everything, we both decided it would be best for me to find another job, ASAP, and possibly quit if anything seemed remotely off.

I know many of you might think why not just tell a manager or someone higher up. The problem with this was that my boss's boss was actually related to Jeremy. They were like cousins or something I don't really remember, but I know that the cousin was kind of an ass, and I feared that they wouldn't take it seriously. But I knew that I at least needed to try because this was bad. So I did tell my boss. I caught him on his breakout back while he was smoking and told him everything.

I told him about the sculptures he made and what he said, and he actually did look concerned. He said that he would pass it along and see what they could do, but that was the last I ever heard of it. I did continue working there for a short period while I looked around. Jeremy continued to act like he normally would, but I felt like when he looked at me, it was as if we both knew something the others didn't, and it kind of made me sick to my stomach. I couldn't just continue working as if nothing was wrong, and act surprised when he suddenly goes Norman Bates on our asses

over any big or little thing. So I started telling people. I told my friends what he had said to me, not caring about the consequences, because I decided I was just going to quit. They deserved to know. They deserved to be warned and to be able to make their own decisions too. I didn't give a two-week notice, but Jeremy did notice me packing up,

and I told him that I found a better-paying job. He said congrats and seemed to watch closely as I boxed my things up. I made sure to pack the sculptures before I left. I gave the torso one to my boss to say something isn't right with him, and I left. I found another job shortly after, and I never heard from Jeremy again. I would check the news and Facebook to see if anything ever happened, but nothing did. I was also friends with someone that worked there, and we've talked on occasion, and he tells me that he continued working there for quite some time. The big boss, his cousin, quit a few months later, and once he left, Jeremy seemed to open up a bit more.

It was like the cousin made him more broody and creepy, but the important part was that nothing ever happened, which I am thankful for. I didn't feel comfortable returning there, even though they did pay better than the job I took afterwards, but I was relieved to hear that nothing ever happened. I just hope that Jeremy, wherever he is now, never acted on those thoughts. I have a strange middle-of-nowhere kind of story that I wanted to send in, since you asked for them.

Thank you. This happened in quite literally the middle of nowhere. The parts of the northern Midwest were it's just a highway, and a handful of huge farmhouses and random spots. Endless roads flanked with fields that hadn't seen a sharpened lawnmower blade probably ever. The kind you have to have a CD to listen to, as antiquated as that may sound to some. I used to have to drive this way to get from my work's head office to one of our satellite locations. It wasn't in the middle of nowhere, but I had to go there every couple of months, and this was the quickest route by car. On this trip, I was driving and thinking about where the next gas station was, thinking about grabbing coffee and filling up the tank,

when I noticed what looked like a lot of flashing lights, reds and blues lighting up the early evening like a grim disco. My first thought was that there had been a massive accident. There were several emergency vehicles there, which meant it was pretty serious. Of course, I started to think about how bad the injuries would have to be to have that many vehicles there. So I slowed down, of course. That's what you do, right? You don't barrel through emergency situations like a madman. You take it slow so that you don't end up hitting a cop,

something. As I slow down, I noticed that there are even more vehicles up the way. It looked like an entrance road to a farm property. There were officers and fire trucks at the entrance, but I could make out some more flashing lights through the trees. And as I got closer, I could see the officers all standing at the entrance, like they were setting up a perimeter or something. But they all looked kind of tense, more tense than you would expect. But here's where it goes from concerning to straight-up horror. As I'm easing the car through this strange scene, trying to be respectfully slow, and maybe a little bit nosy, one of the officers locks eyes with me.

It wasn't in a thanks for being considerate and slowing down kind of way. No, this guy sees me, pulls his firearm, and aims it straight, at me. My heart obviously skips a beat and then decides to go for a sprint. I throw my hands up and stop the car, thinking maybe he mistook me for someone else. If an officer aims their weapon at you, you stop, right? You don't keep going, because that makes it look like you're running, and that makes the situation potentially deadly.

But then, he shouts, Keep driving. Go! Now! All the while he kept his weapon trained on me. So, what do you do in this situation? My mind was saying that I was supposed to stop, but he was screaming at me to go. So, I very quickly decided to just do what he was telling me and kept driving. I slammed the gas pedal, not taking my eyes off the road ahead of me. As soon as I think I'm far enough, I glance at the rear view,

and he's still standing there, gun in hand, and watching me drive off like he was making sure that I was really leaving. And just like that, the whole scene was behind me. Well, physically, at least. You don't just drive away from something like that unscathed. And I was still running on an adrenaline high. I had so many questions. What were they dealing with that made it a better choice

to threaten some rando on the road, then just let them slowly pass. Why did he escalate to drawing his weapon immediately, instead of just shouting at me to keep moving? What was so bad that seeing it meant I could not be allowed to stay. The rest of that drive, I was on autopilot, thinking that I was going to be pulled over and disappeared for something. My mind was stuck on.

the event, obviously, because what the hell was that? Like, even if this was a major drug bust or takedown or something, you'd think they would just block it off and wave people through, and, like I mentioned, maybe yell at them to keep going in a stern but professional manner. Whatever it was, it very clearly had that officer shaken to his core to act like that. And I'm going to be honest here, no matter how much. How much I want to know what it was, maybe some mysteries are best left unsolved. Lazzangue-surgle,

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for you for taking the time to read this. I have a couple of stories to relate. One was a strange nightmare and the other I was in between sleep and awake, and I figured I would send these into you. The nightmare. I was walking across a sea of sand. The sky was a dark twilight purple. For some reason, the horizon was an electric blue

that just highlighted the separation between land and sky. I was walking for a long time in this dream, and a feeling of dread was coming over me. I kept feeling that there was something watching me, or that I was on my way to something really bad. This feeling kept growing as I walked on, to the point that I was lingering in my steps. I didn't want to confront what was coming. I'd come to the conclusion that I was heading towards a terrible thing. Dune after dune, I climbed. The dream made it seem like it was ages in travel.

My steps felt like iron, slow plotting, and it was hard to pick up my feet again. I do not know how many dunes I climbed. One looked much like the next, which made it hard to keep track of any sense of scale, time, or distance. The sky never changed, but the horizon was slowly shifting through colors. From a blue-green that made me think of the sea towards the sea. yellow of a sunset. Finally, as I crested the final dune in my slow, plotting way, there was sweat dripping from me from the effort to push on to the final step.

I saw the source of my fear, that thing that I had been dreading. There hanging, unsupported in the sky, a stoplight. It menacingly shifted from red to green to yellow and then back to red. I was around ten or eleven years. years old having this dream. It was not like I was learning to drive. I have no idea why my brain conjured up a nightmare about a stoplight. It was such a strange dream and it has stuck with me. This one was on the border of sleep. I was lying in my bed having a hard time getting to sleep. I would often have bouts of insomnia and still do. Sleep is something that eludes me often,

but I've made my peace with that. I had learned a few tricks to simulate sleep. For me, they don't leave me as tired as flip-flopping over the mattress. I would take the time to still my mind, trying to block out all external noise. This would take a decent amount of time in the beginning, and after practice it got easier. From there, I would focus on the background static in my brain. I don't know if everyone else has this, but... but for me, it's like a poorly-tuned radio.

Just a white noise from the back of my consciousness. I would then just listen to that, doing my best to not respond to any other stimuli. Again, this got easier with practice. It was much like meditation, as I learned. Often my brain would then make up conversations from the static, just like little vignettes to entertain me. often this would be when I would fall asleep.

Normally it would take about a couple of hours, stopping and restarting the process. This time was a little different. I don't know what happened, but this scene went on for longer than normal. It was something like this. Interior of a familiar gas station that also made and sold fresh donuts. There were a couple of people behind the counter. One was a cashier, and the other was busy, making donuts.

They were talking about what types they needed to be made for their shift. In walked a police officer who grabbed a coffee and a donut. Hi, Officer Wilkins, just coming on shift? The cashier asked. Yep, needyam I pick me up. I hate these night shifts. The officer then handed over the money. Well, these ones are fresh.

Tim just put these out. The cashier nodded towards the employee who was making the pastries. My compliments, Tim. Fresh ones are the best. The officer said as he had taken a bite. I may hate working nights, but being able to get fresh donuts for my shift almost makes up for it. Have a good night, Deb. Thanks, Tim. The officer makes a small salute with a coffee cup and leaves.

That was the end of it. No big things, no revelations. Just a mundane slice of life scenario. I'm pretty sure that I had drifted off to sleep. and that this was all the dream. At least, I thought so, until the next night. I knew trying to get to sleep this night was impossible, so I decided to go to the gas station for my dream the night before

and see if they really made the pastries fresh at night. I had always assumed it would be in the morning when they made them. As I walked into the gas station, there was Deb and Tim. They were in the same place they had been in my dream. They were talking between the two of them about what donuts needed to be made. It wasn't identical to my dream, but close enough that it was Erie. So I asked them on the spur of the moment if Officer Wilkins had been in last night. They said yes, and then I asked them about the conversation.

I recounted my dream and they told me that it was how they remembered that night going. Now, I don't know why my mind decided that the one and only time I astral project, it's to a donut-slinging gas station, all to listen in on a mundane conversation. I had only been into this place a couple of times. It was across town from where I lived, so this wasn't even a place that I was at all the time, or even drove by. Those were two of the strangest dreams I have had. Well, one may not have been a dream.

I've attempted to replicate the static experience again, but to no avail. So, I hope at the very least these entertained everyone. Sorry about the flowery language on the first one. I just wanted to try and capture the mysterious and fearful feelings I was having in that nightmare. Thank you, Raven, for taking the time to read this, and thank you to all of you for listening. First, a big thank you. you. I've always had difficulty

sleeping in night. Well, sleeping in general. Anyway, I find your voice and your stories very comforting, and there have been more than a few nights that I've put on my headphones and listen to your stories to fall asleep. Thank you. Also, thank you to the people who

send in stories because it's really important, and I think that we actually should talk about these things. Anyway, I've always loved the idea of the paranormal, even as an atheist. I'm no longer an atheist, but that's neither here nor there for these stories, because I'll tell them as they happened, and you can figure out for yourself what you want to think about them. The first story is about me, and I was pregnant in driving the car.

My mom was in the seat next to me, and in Texas we call that shotgun. Maybe you all do everywhere, but maybe not. Anyway, in the back seat were my toddler and my five-year-old. We were on our way to have a really fun day at a petting zoo called Old McDonald's Farm. So we were singing songs and we were having a good time as we were traveling along the highway. At one point we stopped to get some lunch because it was a little bit of a drive. And as I pulled out, I was tea-boned. And if you don't know what that is, I'll tell you.

I was pulling into a major highway. I was turning left, but there was a turn lane in the middle of the highway. which was two lanes wide. So as I was waiting in the turn lane for traffic to finish, a car came toward me driving in the turn lane at a high speed. There were so many cars in front of me and it happened so fast. There was nothing I could do to avoid the car hitting my side and my toddler who was behind me in her car seat.

Of course, the people on the other side of my car, my mother and my five-year-old, were also impacted, especially since the other car was going 60 plus miles per hour. When we finally landed or when the car stopped, a lot of people surrounded our vehicles. I distinctly remember hearing a woman screaming and others crying. Surprisingly, nobody in the car was crying or screaming. Maybe we were just stunned.

Or sometimes, I think maybe we were protected. Because this is what happened next. The woman screaming said these words. Oh my God. Oh my God, the baby's eyes, her eyes, they're bleeding. She has glass in her eyes. She's going to be blind. As you can imagine, my heart stopped.

The thing is, the car was crumpled around us, and I could not move out of my seat. My seat belt was tied around my chest, and I couldn't even turn to move around. I was about eight and a half months pregnant as well. I'm fairly short and small, so my seatbelt was. My belly wasn't very huge in comparison to the rest of me. The next thing that happened was I heard another woman's voice in my head, and it was very calm, and she said, Your baby does not have glass in her eye. She's fine, and everything's going to be okay.

Everybody's fine. And I had a very calm feeling come over me all of the sudden. I just felt a sense of well-being and a sense of everything is fine. It was okay. and I told everybody in the car that I said we were fine and that everything was okay. We were helped out of our vehicle and we were sitting in a grassy knoll with a lot of other people who had come to help. It was a huge crowd because it was in front of a shopping center. Anyway, when the ambulance drivers and the police officers came,

they wanted to know where the people that were in that car were, and they pointed to my vehicle that was crumpled beyond recognition. We told them, and the people in the crowd said they're right here and pointed to us, and we raised our hands as we were sitting on the null, and still kind of stunned. We said, that's us, we were in that car. Then, the emergency technician said, no, not you guys, the people in that car. And they named the make and model of the car. My car, the car that I was in.

It took convincing them that we had come out of that. car because they said they were looking for bodies. They said they were looking for dead people. That's what they expected after seeing the vehicle. Even so, they made us get on boards and loaded us up into the ambulance and took us to the hospital. The sheriff of the town insisted that we do so. So, if you don't know already, the incredible part of the story to me is that voice and the calming feeling. Oh, and I guess I didn't say this part, but everybody was fine.

Not one person had a broken bone or even a bruise. Now, I will say that the toddler had been hit with the piece of glass very near her eye, and she did have a cut that was bleeding. It did look scary, so I wouldn't blame anybody for their reaction at the time. And here's the second story. This one takes place in an old house that was built in the earth. early 1900s, mostly wood floors, a beautiful home. There are a few things to the story that are odd, or should I say, quite odd.

So at the time I lived in this house, I lived with my partner, we'll call her Sue, and our four children. There was a park across the street from the house, and we visited it a lot. Many people would ask if we were the people that lived in that house, and they saw us coming from there. they would always ask who that lady was in the window that always watched the street in the park. There was no lady that lived at the house that matched their description. They said that she rocked in a rocking chair. I will say that I did hear a creaking sound in that room. It did sound like a rocking chair fairly often.

But when you're in a big old house, sounds are always kind of funny, and so you really kind of just don't pay attention that much. unless it's mentioned. The kids could see her ghost that looked out onto the street, and I did see her shadow once, but I fancied that maybe I just had a vivid imagination. At least that's what I thought at the time. At any rate, the kids said that her name was Helen.

To tell you the truth, one of the other things that I often heard, especially when I was downstairs or upstairs in my room, with the door closed, I could often hear somebody sweeping the floor out in the hallway, pacing and sweeping and pacing and sweeping. But again, these old houses, they make a lot of echoing sounds. They have high ceilings, and you just kind of hear a lot of noises anyways. So I never really was afraid or anything.

But let me say this. I'm not a very overbearing parent. I definitely love my children, but I wasn't the type of mother that had to check on them any time I got up at night, or anything like that. I did know they were in bed, and I did look in on them before I went to bed at night, and this night was no different. And this is the setup. It was kind of funny, because one of my kids really wanted to sleep in this small space that was meant to be a closet,

but it actually had a little window to the outside in it. It was a little small room with a doorway, off of a large bedroom, where their siblings, slept. The bedroom did contain another closet that we used as a closet as it didn't have a window. I took the door off of my child's space because I couldn't bear the thought of them being in there all closed up in that small space. They were about 10 years old. Their siblings slept in the actual bedroom space. They each had their own bed, one on the other side of the room, and when I checked on them they were all sleeping and so I went to bed. It was wintertime. and this old house had these old gas heaters that had these bricks in them.

They would heat the room. The heater was connected to the wall with a tube that the gas went through to fuel the flame that heated the room. It was the kind of heater that my grandparents had in their homes. And it was the kind of heater that I'd had in my home growing up sometimes, so it didn't really dawn on me that could be as dangerous as it actually turned out to be. In the middle of the night one night, I heard my name. It was said in a very firm voice, and it was the same voice that I'd heard right after the car accident.

And she said, Carmen, get up, Carmen, get up and go check on the children. I got up immediately. I went across the hall to my children's room, and as I walked into the room and turned to check on the 10-year-old in the small closet space, I watched as the tube connected to the heater somehow failed. It was as if someone had a blow torch, and they were blowing it across the doorway where my 10-year-old was sleeping. The flames shot across the doorway, about 6 to 8 inches off of the floor.

Luckily, we had a fire plan, and we had actually practiced it for homework on a school project for one of the kids. And so, as I ran into the closet and pulled my 10-year-old out, jumping over the flames, watching as they caught the curtains on fire, at the same time yelling to the kids to run to the park, yelling to my partner to grab the fire extinguisher, grabbing my phone and calling 911.

Within seconds, as I was leaving the room, I could already see the flames licking at the ceiling. My partner, Sue, put the fire out before the fireman got there. All of this happened within seconds, maybe minutes. and the small closet and part of the bedroom were consumed in that small amount of time. If I hadn't heard that voice wake me up, I would not have had all four of my children. I may even have died in that fire. Anyway, the landlord updated the heating and added a ladder outside of each bedroom

that we could throw down in the event of an emergency. So, that's the story. And some might think that she's a guardian angel. Some might think that she is just me being very intuitive somehow, or there may be other explanations. At any rate, that's just part of my story. Living in that house was pretty interesting, I must say. Again, thank you for your stories and the nice way that you read them. Lots of love.

Thank you. My name is Bill. I was driving my black Jaguar Coupe home late one. night several years ago. I work as a medical doctor at a hospital in Georgia, and I work long hours. Often the schedule is busy, and the work is hectic. And even though I enjoy what I do for a living, I was happy that I was driving home now to spend a full weekend with my family. The road I was traveling on was a dark and long one, but it was thankfully fully lit up by the full moon. The full moon sure helped me in avoiding a big black bear that suddenly decided to cross the road in front of me.

I put on my brakes and let the big guy pass unharmed. I watched the bear go across the road and out of sight again, as I continued on my journey home, breathing a sigh of relief that neither of us were killed. It suddenly started to drizzle, as I put on my windshield wipers. I was driving for about 20 minutes when, Up ahead, I could see a red Toyota Camry with its emergency lights flashing on the side of the road. I hoped that there wasn't an accident up ahead, because there were animals who crossed the road without warning that could cause crackups at any time, like that bear that I had just avoided. When I got closer to the scene, I slowed my car down.

I was concerned at first that it was an accident, but seeing none, I was relieved. then suddenly, seeming out of nowhere, a lady jumped out and was frantically waving for me to stop the car and help her. I could see that this lady was a nun. She was elderly, wearing round glasses on her face with a full nun's robe, and a gold cross around her neck. Do you need any assistance, sister? I asked her politely after I pulled my car up behind hers and stopped it.

the lady, almost pleading, was telling me that she was stranded with no cell phone signal to call a tow truck, and she was so happy that I stopped for her, since she thought her car battery had died on her. I almost told her that I would go back to town to call a tow truck for her vehicle, because I didn't want to get out of my car on a rainy and dark night to help a person I didn't know. But this was a nun,

so what harm could it be? be, right? I then got out of my car and walked over to her Toyota Camry, telling her I would check it out for her. When I got in front of the car, I asked her to pop open the hood, so I could look inside of it. When the nun did, I could see that the car battery had green mold on it, telling me that this nun, indeed, would need a new battery soon. I was just about to tell her this, as I looked over at her in surprise. She was staring and smiling devilishly at me. As she quickly took off her round glasses,

untied her bun of blonde hair, letting it fall loose and long all around her, and then let her robe quickly fall to the asphalt road. I was tricked. This lady was not a nun at all, but a highway robber. A blonde, bosomy, and shapely one at that, wearing a black mini dress and pointing a snub-nosed handgun right at my stomach.

She looked down, admiring her figure for a moment before looking back up at me. Not a bad figure for an older woman, huh? She laughed. A touch of actress Donna Mills with a taste of Dolly Parton. As she said this, she made herself laugh even harder. She then looked at me seriously, thinking to herself as she nodded, her head smiling at me. I was going to kill you, but I can see that you're a hardworking, Joe.

A doctor, I see. I saw your license plate that says so over there. She said to me pointing at my car. She then told me to hand over my wallet, which I did. I was under the gun, so I had to if I wanted to live through this. When I handed her in my wallet, she took the money quickly, and then tossed it back to me just as quickly without even looking up at me. Well, thanks, lover.

A thousand dollars in cash. She said quickly counting the bills. She then stared at me smiling. I guess it's you that should be thanking me since I'm letting you live and allowing you to keep your car to boot. She said laughing. To-de-loo, love, and don't even think about calling the police, because I'll be long gone by then.

She said smiling as she quickly got into her Toyota Camry and roared off into the night. I tried to get her license plate number, but she was smart. She didn't have any license plates on her car. When she was gone, I drove my Jaguar immediately to the police station and told them everything that happened to me that night. I even gave a description of the lady to the police artist. Unfortunately, the lady who robbed me was never seen again.

In thinking back, I should have called the so-called nuns. a tow truck when I got back to town, instead of getting out of my vehicle to help her that night, and making myself vulnerable to attack. So, people, always go with your gut feeling. If something doesn't seem right, it probably isn't. I learned that lesson the hard way on that dark and rainy night several years ago. I'm going to try to make this as fast and coherent as possible. First, I just want to state that although I have a high interest in the UFO and alien topic,

I am not in the business of making things up. I'm simply writing this because I want to know if someone else has had the same experience. I've researched intensively online, and although I've read similar things to my experience, nothing has truly brought validity to mine in the level of detail that would satisfy me. Hopefully this gets around to someone who also has had this experience. I'm a musician. I make music for hobby and profit. I work as a contractor for the Navy six days a week.

Very busy and I don't have much time to be BSing around. By the way, this is not a whistleblower story. Me being a contractor for the Navy has nothing to do with this story, just stating my 9 to 5 for relatability, I guess. I was born in 89. I grew up in Long Island, New York, and that is where this encounter took place. My neighborhood is not the best, and not the worst. There was definitely an element of gangs, drug dealing, and ignorance integrated into society.

Even though I blindly participated in these shenanigans, I was always naturally a peaceful brother. Eventually, I would dedicate a lot of my time researching spirituality, UFOs, and any other topics that brought us all to this subreddit. I attended a school called International Academy of Consciousness, and soon after, it would become my self-appointed duty to tell everyone in my hood about all these wonderful things, like sleep paralysis, out-of-body experiences, quantum physics, and how it can be used to explain spiritual experiences. In my eyes, spirituality is just a science we can yet measure. By the way, my encounter with these beings was not a sleep paralysis encounter. It was a fully awake and conscious physical encounter. Please bear with me, I'm not trying to be suspenseful,

but I have to tell the events that led up to my encounter because I believe it is why they showed themselves to me. There was a certain feeling I would get when talking to someone from my neighborhood about these things that were rarely ever talked about. I would see the amazements in their eyes, finding out that they could also relate, but never really felt comfortable talking about it because of society. This was a feeling that I would chase. I started seeing orange orbs in the sky, falling, hovering, moving awkwardly, disappearing, reappearing. This really put me over the edge. I couldn't stop looking up at night.

I noticed that they always appeared whenever I would be having these conversations with people, and I would get that feeling. They were not shy either. Everyone would see them and be amazed. We all recorded them on our phones. I still have the recordings. This was around 2013. You can Google Orange, Orange, Or,

orbs on YouTube, and there are hundreds of videos of exactly what I saw. I would bring this topic up to people who are least likely to believe me, and sure enough, orange oars would appear to prove my point. This made their presence feel very personal to me. I would speculate that they liked the fact that I was preaching peace concepts to people who didn't think they could relate. One night, it was really getting to me that this had become a reality. I wanted to see if they would appear if I was by myself.

This is hard to do in New York, considering how condensed it is. I took a walk to the nearest school. The field was dark, no lights. My plan was basically to seclude myself and ask them to show themselves. Once I got there, I started to scare myself with the thought of them actually appearing. They did not show themselves, and I didn't really see them. stick around to find out. Two days later is when it happened. My girlfriend at the time pulled up to my house and called me to come outside. I got in the passenger side of the car. She was upset and crying

about job-related issues. We were also going through a breakup. Before she got there, I was in a relatively good mood. I was trying to be supportive as possible, but I also didn't want this affecting me. There was a long silent pause, she had her head in the steering wheel and during this moment of silence, I was just trying to protect my energy, putting myself in an imaginary bubble. This is when it happened. I had my head down in the car. I looked up and on top of my neighbor's house were three very tall beings. They looked like humans.

very tall, eight to nine foot tall Caucasian humans. They had blue hooded robes. Their heads were literally glowing yellowish in color, just like how saints and enlightened beings were depicted in historical art. They blended in with the trees behind them in the most unexplainable way. I'll have a picture attached that I drew the very next day. Keep in mind, this somehow had no effect on the clarity in which I saw that. them. It was almost as if they were being cautious of who can see them and who couldn't.

There was an older being in the center. His age resembled a 50-year-old human, full head of white hair and connecting beard. He was smiling at me. I was in complete shock. I've never really been in shock like that. The size of them was overwhelming, and then they had the nerve to be standing on the roof. Imagine someone taller than shack standing on a roof. They could have pulled themselves on the roof from the ground effortlessly. This was a one-story house, by the way. And if for some reason you're thinking this could have just been some people on the roof at night, no. There aren't many white people in the neighborhood. My neighbors were black, and they're not the type of people you could just play around on their roof at night, if you get me.

let alone the size, the blue robes and the glowing heads. Anyway, I'm staring at the older guy in his face in amazement, but I'm also very scared. Like, in shock, kind of scared. He's smiling. He was sending me all this good energy, but I'm so scared that I couldn't help but think of how that was kind of creepy. I quickly put my head down. I didn't know if I wanted to continue with what was going on. anymore. Here's where it gets even more interesting. He talked to me telepathically.

When I put my head down, he told me, don't be afraid. It would be creepy if it was just me up here, but I'm with my family. We have families just like you do. I've never heard a voice that was not mine in my head before. This was completely different from a thought. Not only could I hear his voice, but I could hear the direction it was coming from, as if it was spoken with sound. I lifted my head to look at them again, and now there were at least seven of them. It was like he was introducing his family. This absolutely scared me just because of the overwhelming size difference. When I think about it, I get so angry at how scared I was, because they were doing everything they could to comfort me, but it just wasn't working.

They all had pleasant looks on their faces, and they seemed so happy to see me. I remember getting a moment to gather myself a little bit. I put my head back down, and I said to them in my head, I know I asked for this, but I don't think I'm ready. That would be one of my biggest regrets in life ever. When I looked back up, they were gone. And the orange orbs never showed up in that fashion again. I have seen the orbs years later, but never so boldly.

Never in a way that was as personal as the times before my encounter. I remember just staring in shock for a while after they were gone. My girlfriend still had her head on the steering wheel. I didn't make a sound this entire time. I started running through what just happened in my head, every detail. The encounter was relatively short. but I remember wondering how much time went by because my girlfriend didn't budge. I couldn't stop thinking about hearing his voice in my head.

I heard it clear as day, yet I was speculating if he said it in English, my only known language. It almost seemed like I would have understood him no matter what language I spoke, yet at the same time I heard his voice and the direction it came from. It's very hard to explain. We went inside after a while and went to sleep. I didn't mention it to her. I only told my brother the next day. It was on my mind all night,

and I was regretting telling them that I wasn't ready. The next day I ran outside soon as I woke up. To my surprise, there were no trees behind the house where they were standing, just clear sky. This was confusing, because they were blending in with the trees when I first saw them. I just sat in the grass staring at the house for a while in awe. If anyone has had this experience, please let me know.

I've heard of Nordic aliens before, but none with glowing heads. I need to know. I was working at this accounting firm a few years back. It was a nice little company, close-knits, and I really did enjoy working there. However, I had a great opportunity to start a small firm as a partnership with a friend of mine. They all congratulated me and were very supportive of my decision, which made it a little easier on me. They did ask me to give them an extra week, so three weeks total, that way they could get a replacement in for me. That also meant that I would be helping with training them, which was also totally fine by me.

Since I was going to be working with my friend and not a large corporation, I did have a little more flexibility. They knew my plans for some time now, so they were already in the hiring process and going through interviews. They hired a man named Greg, and when he was introduced to me by our mutual boss, he seemed, nice and well-mannered. He shook my hand, he had a warm smile, and the small talk seemed to come naturally. I thought that he felt like a good fit.

But as the training went on and the days passed, I started to notice some weird behaviors about Greg. First, he carried around a small notepad and pen everywhere. When I would show him how to use certain software, he would whip out that little pad and start to write stuff down. I assumed he was taking notes, little key points on things to click on,

where to look for X, Y, or Z, etc. I was impressed by this because he seemed really engaged, and he made me confident that they had found a good replacement. But then he was taking notes in weird places, such as while he was sitting on a bench in the lounge room. People would walk by,

and he would watch them intently, like he was studying them and then he would write something down in his notepad. I saw him do this many times while I was in the lounge having lunch. But then I caught him standing outside the restrooms doing the same. Both restrooms were next to each other, and they had four stalls in each. Even on lunch breaks, the restrooms weren't busy enough that you had to wait outside, especially the men's. So it kind of stood out to me.

I was at the small kitchenette, which is where the vending machines, fridge, and coffee maker were, when I saw him quickly walk in the direction of the restrooms. Being nosy, I poked my head out to see where he was going. As suspected, he was pacing near the restrooms. The kitchenette was also next to them, so I could hear him mumbling something. I couldn't make out what he was saying, but it almost seemed like a full conversation. I could hear the upward inflections. I could make out the...

No? No, no. As he disagreed with himself. I watched him point his pen up like he had just remembered something, like an aha moment. As I continued watching, Pam walked out of the restroom, and she smiled at him. In return, Greg seemed like he was startled or didn't anticipate running into someone, and he sort of pulled his shoulders up and scurried away. like he'd been caught.

It was really odd, and I didn't know what to think of it. The notes and mumbling continued. He would write things down as a woman left the restroom, and if someone tried to talk to him or acknowledge his presence, he would walk off. He wasn't doing anything else, but it was still really odd, and I really wanted to know what on earth he could have been writing down. I know it was wrong of me to want to do this,

but I even tried to see if I could see the notepad sitting on his desk, but he never left it alone, ever. It was always on him, no matter where he went, even when he went home. Other than the odd note-taking and mumbling, another thing I experienced was when I came in a little later than normal. I had a bit of a snafu at home, which made me run behind, so when I got in, I went straight to my desk to set up. but as I rounded the corner I saw Greg at my desk gently shuffling through my items I didn't want to become defensive or seem suspicious even though I had every right to

so I kept my normal chipper tone and said something like morning Greg did I forget to give you yesterday's forms he quickly stood up straight made eye contact with me for only a second before looking away I could see his eyes shifting wildly, obviously trying to come up with something. I've experienced the same thing from my eight-year-old.

He softly mumbled something about trying to find a pen and walked away back to his desk. Our desks had their own little spaces with a divider between each of them. Our desks had us back to back. So I watched him walk back to his own and pull out his notepad and his pen. So it was pretty obviously a lie. But then the question goes back to, why was he going through my desk? My drawers were locked, because it had confidential information in it, but my desk itself mostly had personal items.

A small plant, a picture of my son and husband, sticky notes and small trinkets, the stuff that you would normally see on a desk. So even if he did, need a pen, they were pretty obviously sitting in the open, in my penholder. He avoided me for most of that day afterwards. The last event that I experienced was on the second to last day there.

I was working late that night, trying to copy and import the last of my documents, my work and data to a drive for our VP, as the next day I had to go over the last of it with her. I wanted to finish it that night, so that way I didn't have to rush, and stress on my last day there. there. I wanted it to go smoothly. That way the rest of my day could be a little more relaxed

and I could just enjoy my last day with them. It was still kind of bittersweet for me. My desk was at the end of the row, closest to the window, by choice, so I typically didn't notice people coming and going. I also had a small desk mirror than I kept on the side for that reason. I could see people coming up from behind me because certain people liked to sneak up on me. All in fun, though. That mirror was packed up, so I couldn't see what was going on unless I looked or heard something. I thought that I was alone. It was close to 8 p.m., and most people were long gone at that time, so I had music playing on my phone turned down so as to not be obnoxious with it. I guess I was pretty zoned out in my work, and,

the music, that I didn't notice the sighing and typing until there was a break in the music between songs. I was curious who was still there, so I turned around and stood up to check. I could just barely see his shoulder, but it was Greg. I didn't know why he was still there. He didn't have a real project assigned to him yet, and definitely didn't have a deadline. So there was no reason for him to be there that late. Yes, it was probably more just me being nosy, but I wanted to see what he was up to. I stood close to the divider and looked over it, being careful not to touch it and make it wiggle. Greg had his notepad sitting on his desk next to his left hand.

The lights were off, so it was just the one emergency light that always stays on, but it was in the middle of the aisle, so it didn't really light apart desks. The light from his screen was doing most of the work. The only thing that I could make out on the notepad was a bunch of quickly and crudely scribbled words. Some things were crossed out, and there were three things bulleted, but again, I couldn't quite read it. His screen, however, was in what looked like a word document,

and it was all in the same paragraph. He scrolled up, and it just seemed to go on and on. I'm pretty sure I saw at least four page breaks. I knew his work duties. I was there when they were assigned to him by our VP because it was similar to what I was already doing. I never had to write up any kind of long report, at least not like that in a word document.

But the kind of, I guess, creepier part for me was what else was on the screen. He would switch over to another browse, and the tabs were so small that you could tell there were tons of them. And every single tab seemed like a different stock photo of a woman in professional business attire. Women in pencil skirts and matching suit jackets. Women sitting in the chair with their legs crossed. Women smiling at the camera.

Arms crossed. Hair up in a bun or straight down resting on their shoulder. He would look at them like he was studying them for several seconds. Then he would mumble something and go back to the lower. word document. I was at a loss. What on earth was he doing? I'm not sure why, but it made me really uncomfortable. This was definitely a professional setting, business casual. Some ladies wore something similar, some of us leaned more onto the casual side, but regardless, why did he have all of these pictures up? And why was he focusing so hard on them?

To be honest, I was too freaked out to even confront him about it. I just adjusted in my seat so I could look back and forth between my screen and towards Greg's desk. I watched the copy progress and pleaded with it to finish up. After what felt like hours, it finally did. I had everything ready to go, my coat on, purse on my shoulder, phone in hand, ready to just eject the drive, lock my computer, her and take off. I even walked around the windows just to avoid walking around him.

Some of us women felt Greg was a little odd. I shared what I had witnessed these past few weeks, and others agreed that it was weird, but we also had no explanation for his actions. My only thought at that point was I told them everything I saw and how it was strange. I was gone after that following day, so it was no longer my problem. problem. If he didn't pay attention to what I taught him, because of the weird stuff that he was doing, or if he did something worse, that's on them. They'd been warned. Fast forward a month or two later, I'm now in my new position, still there today actually, and I love it. But one day when I went to grab coffee, I ran into one of my old co-workers. We started chatting, when she suddenly gasped and asked me if I had heard.

heard about Greg. I said no, and what she told me really creeped me out, and confirmed some of my suspicions about him. About two to three weeks after I left, he had been fired. One day, Greg was caught going into the women's restroom and pulling something out from under the sink. He apparently didn't check if there was anyone in the stalls, but fortunately, and unfortunately, the CFO was in there as she had been working late that day as well.

She watched him pull something off and walk out. She quickly followed him as he went back to his desk and was looking down, like at his lap holding a device. She confronted him about it, and at first he denied it, as if she couldn't see him holding something and then he finally confessed. She demanded that he give it to her and he finally. did. She tried asking what he was doing, and all that he would say was that it wasn't a camera. That's all he would say. She told him to go home, and the next day she spoke to the powers that be,

and he was, of course, fired. It walked out that same day. The co-worker was pretty close friends with the CFO, and she worked in the HR department, so she pretty much knew firsthand what had happened. The CFO said that it actually wasn't a camera, but it was an audio recorder, which I guess that's better. I don't even want to think about what he was recording, or trying to record. It was creepy and gross. No one knows what happened to him after that, and it creeps me out to think about. Who knows where he could be working now, and whether he's done that prior or is still trying to do it today. I guess I can only hope that that was the only time.

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I don't know if this was an alien encounter or a dream. I made this Reddit account to talk about this experience specifically because it has plagued me for decades. To preface this, when I was a child, I had the most disturbing nightmares, night terrors, and I would occasionally sleepwalk. This was on a nightly basis for years. My parents got me a bunny, an emotional support stuffy, and it did help, but I still had awful nightmares.

I remember a lot of them vividly to this day, and I'm 31 years old. When I was about five or six years old, I visited my aunt and uncle with my parents and younger brother. It was about four hours away. We left the stuffy, and I'm telling you, this was a little bit of a little bit of a little bit of a little bit. like sacrilegious in my family. It was a good time though, music playing, visiting my cousin and playing Pokemon. I don't remember the occasion, but we had lots of fun hanging in their apartment. It was a smaller living space, so my mom would sleep on the bottom bunk in my cousin's room with my brother and I,

and my dad stayed on the couch. My mom was falling asleep, and I just couldn't. I kept waking her up saying I couldn't sleep, as children do, and she was brushing me off, as parents do. This is the crazy part. I'm looking at my mom, and her face starts distorting, like physically changing before my eyes. My mom is a beautiful woman, but she looked like a demon as her face shifted. I cried telling her, and she told me just to go to sleep. I was against the wall.

and two small beings walked into the room. They were smaller than my five-year-old self. The closest description would be the demon dogs from that old live-action Scooby-Doo movie. And I know that sounds silly as that movie hadn't been released yet. They went to the foot of the bed and I kid you not, they dragged my mother and brothers' souls out of their body. Like, they dragged something from them that was light in color. like a deflated human figure.

They walked out of the room and I started becoming hysterical. I woke up my mom again and she told me to go to sleep with my dad on the couch. I don't know how I got the courage, but I got up and went to open the bedroom door. They were in the hallway. I was frozen, awake, and watching until I took a turn towards the front door. From the bedroom door, I could, could see my dad on the couch, so I walked to him, and the living room was completely distorted, like moving in a wave pattern.

I tried to wake up my dad, that part's a little fuzzy, but ultimately I went into my aunt's room. She was fully awake with the lights on watching wrestling. I told her what had happened, and then slept in her room. Everyone was so freaked out. My dad and uncle literally drove over four hours back to our house to care. the stuffed animal, and I slept fine the next night. So, dream, alien encounter?

I honestly don't know. Here's the kicker. My mom and brother both suffer with alcohol addiction. She's been married and divorced five times. My brother was actually on meth for years. I'm not perfect, nor have I led a perfect life, but I will always. wonder. Fresh out of high school,

I got a job working at a small, local fish and tackle store. It was an old store, owned by an equally older man, Bob. Yes, his name was actually Bob. He was nice, and typically hired a lot of younger people

in or just out of high school. Sometimes he would even buy us all breakfast or lunch. Just a truly nice guy. He was old enough to be my grandfather, and no, this story is not about him, thankfully. The only problem with Bob is that he was probably a bit too giving. I say that because the store was not doing so hot. He was talking to someone about the sales and how they weren't as good as they used to be, and how his bookkeeping had gone downhill since his wife passed,

because she was the one that normally did it. He was talking to a mutual friend of his, and my moms, and they were talking about it over dinner. So, while I wasn't anticipating this, I also wasn't surprised when he introduced us to some kind of CPA that he had hired. He told us that we may see him wandering around the store, behind the counters, etc. And to just give him anything he needs, as he was going to be trying to iron out the disorganization

and hopefully help him get his affairs in order. This guy was also older, but not as old as Bob. I would say maybe he was in his 50s or so. I don't remember his name, so I'll just call him Marvin. From the first time I met Marvin, something honestly felt off about him. He didn't do anything directly to any of us, as far as I was aware, but something was just weird about him. Marvin was going to be working in the apartment above the store. All down this road, the buildings were the same.

Two stories. The bottom was for commercial use, the fishing store. There was a barber shop, a dress shop, and so on. And the second floor had apartments. Typically one bedroom or studio. Bob owned both floors, and he said the apartment had too many issues he could afford to fix, so he wouldn't be okay with someone living there in those conditions. even though it would have brought in more money for him.

So he just used it as extra storage for his inventory, personal items, and even a small office. I'd actually brought a few boxes up there for him, so I had an idea of what the main room, or living room, looked like. It was mostly boxes, a filing cabinet, and a desk, chair, and floor lamp nearby. It almost had an eerie vibe to it, but... I rarely had to go in there. So, it hardly crossed my mind. So, basically, Marvin was going to be using the apartment as his place to set up and work during the day.

So while he may be in the store at times, he was typically going to be upstairs and out of our way. A few days into our routine, the rumors started going around with some of the employees about Marvin. Someone joked that he didn't seem entirely human, that he was trying to do or say things to seem more hip, like speaking in memes or something. But they said that he just seemed stiffed and joked about him slipping up and showing his true form. Just silly things like that that obviously didn't make sense.

I said earlier that he definitely seemed off, but I kind of felt bad for making fun of him. Maybe he was just awkward, and not used to being around kids. He even brought in donuts for us one time, so I avoided making fun of him. I enjoyed working there, and Bob did his best, so I thought it was only fair.

However, I'd be lying if I said that his odd behavior didn't live rent-free in my head. When I would close, I would see him coming down the stairs on the side of the building, nearly rushing to leave, sometimes sweating with his vest or tally. tie undone or loose, like he'd quickly put it on.

This specific event happened in the spring, so it wasn't hot enough to be that drenched in sweat. I knew that the AC also worked in the apartment because, when I went up there, it was always freezing. Sometimes when I opened with Bob, Marvin's car would already be in the parking lot. I wondered how bad things could be that he would come in so early and stay so late. I remember pointing it out to Bob one time, and while he looked at the apartment with a raised eyebrow, he would also shrug and laugh and say that he's paying him enough, so he should be working a lot to get it all in order. Again, I figured Bob knew about it, so it must be okay, and I was thinking too far into something that I had no control over.

But then, those intrusive thoughts took over one night. I was going to be closing alone, one of the few times that I ever did, but Bob had something he had to do that night so he couldn't return. I noticed Marvin was still there, and I hadn't heard any movement from him. We could usually hear the floor creaking above us as he walked around. Luckily, Marvin had brought in some bagels for us earlier that day, and there were still some left. I decided to use that as an excuse to go upstairs to see if he wanted them. I locked up the store and ascended the side stairs up to the door. I knocked softly on the door and called out to Marvin, but I didn't get any response.

However, now standing by the door, I could smell something familiar. I could smell smoke. I was alarmed, but the doorknob was nowhere near hot, so I decided to try to open. open the door to make sure everything was all right. I slowly opened it, and what I saw was not at all what I was expecting. The lights were off, but there were probably a dozen or so of those miniature candles all over the desk. I assumed that's the smoke I could smell. But the disturbing part was that Marvin was sitting in the chair leaning back, looking up at the ceiling,

and he was naked. The desk was more like a fold-out table so you could at least see his bare legs, not to mention his bare chest. He was making these weird guttural sounds, like a mix between a hum and a groan. I didn't know what the hell I was witnessing, but I wanted to leave it as just a witness.

I shut the door, tossed the bagels into the trash, and quickly cut in my car and left. my thoughts were this I was an 18 year old guy barely making nine bucks an hour whatever he was doing up there was none of my damned business

he wasn't hurting anyone and apparently Bob was seeing the results that he wanted to so I just left it alone I don't think Marvin even noticed me but seeing him like that was pretty embarrassing for me I called in the next day though weirded out by the whole thing, but returned the day after.

Marvin also came in, greeting us all, and it was so hard to make eye contact with him. Sorry that this may be a bit anticlimatic, but nothing really did happen after that. Marvin was there for probably another month. Bob got a better system in place and seemed happier about things, so I guess everything worked out in the end. But now I live with that memory. memory. What the hell was he doing? Was this some kind of seance? Was he summoning some kind of accounting gods? Is that a thing? All jokes aside, it was kind of terrifying for me at the time. And I still have not told anyone I personally know, thinking that nobody would honestly believe me.

Instead, I'll just share it with you, random people on the internet. So, I hope that you enjoyed. this is my first time sharing any experience online that happened to myself or anyone else. So I'm sorry if I drag in places or if the formatting is bad. I will change names of people involved, but the places and road names will be factual. I've never shared this other than with her until now, because although I have belief in paranormal events to a certain extent, aliens, ghosts, certain legendary creatures, I'm not the type that just believes every story to be true, or want people to think I've lost my mind. It was early summer 2010.

I only remember because my 21st birthday had just passed, and I was finally legal to hit the bars. It was a Friday night, and I was up having a drink at a bar that my cousin David was the bartender at. It was a small town bar that, outside of an event like a... a band or other entertainment was there, it usually stayed pretty quiet. It was very early in the evening, and I had just gotten out of work for the night, working out of McDonald's in another small town, less than 10 miles from the small town I lived in. I was only on my second drink of the evening when my phone rang. On the other line was a friend of mine from childhood, James.

He was calling, asking if I wanted to come over to his brother's house, and join them for a night of poker, beer, and weed. It sounded like a good time in my book, and since it was literally only one sip-in to my second gin and tonic, I agreed to make the drive into Toledo. Most people know where Toledo is, but for those who don't, it's a city in the northwest region of Ohio, about an hour or so south of Detroit.

It was about a 20-minute drive from my small town, and I figured it would be a good time. I stopped at home to grab some cash. I only ever took 10 to 20 bucks with me to the bar to make sure if I ever got caught up having a good time drinking, I didn't screw up and have too good of a time and end up closing down the bar that evening. I left my house at 11.05 p.m. I remember this distinctly because I had called James to tell him I was on my way, as they were going to wait for me and start the poker game at 1130.

We always played a tournament style of poker game where we all put our money in at once, got equal amount of chips, and played until there was only one person left with any chips, who then got to keep all the money. I took my usual route over to his brother Eddie's house, as I have done so many times before. We had all gotten together for a group of anywhere from four to six of us

and would play poker in Eddie's basement at least twice a month, usually more. I had just gotten to the corner of Oakdale Street and East Broadway. I was sitting at a red light in an area that's nothing but residential housing outside of the elementary school that sat at that exact corner. I'm sitting up, looking at the red light, waiting for it to change, which always seemed to take absolutely forever coming from this direction. When I noticed something in the sky that, from my vantage point,

was partially hidden directly behind the red light. It was a very bright light that seemed to be pointing straight down, almost like it was a helicopter using a spotlight to identify something, but much, much brighter at the point of origin. I heard absolutely nothing after rolling my windows down and knew this could not possibly be a helicopter, or I would absolutely be able to hear it. Wanting a better view, I pulled into the parking lot of an ice-carry-

cream shop that sat directly across the road from the school I was nearby and got out of my car to try to figure out what this thing was. When I got out of the car, I stared up into the sky and immediately found it again. It couldn't have been a plane because it didn't have the right shape. It was more oval than anything. Most stories you hear like this say that it's circular, but it was definitely an oval shape. I almost thought Perhaps it was a blimp given the shape But it seemed far too long to be a blimp

Even by the measurements of some Everyone knows about Like the Goodyear blimp Plus it had no decals or identifying marks It was either silver or grayish After what felt to me About 30 seconds or so of looking at this thing My eyes started to burn

Not burn in a sense of like extreme burning or anything like that, but almost like that feeling of when a bug flies into your eyes and causes them to water up. I closed my eyes and began to rub them. My eyes were closed at this point, so obviously all I could see is black. After finally getting my eyes to stop bothering me, I try to look up again and find it, only for it to be gone. I looked all around, but I could not see it anymore. This is a very densely populated name. neighborhood with trees, houses, etc., able to obscure any view of things that you look up in the sky to see. After a little less than a minute, I decided, oh well, time to go play poker.

I get over to Eddie's house, which is about four blocks from where this had taken place, and I knock on the basement door. A few moments go by, and no one answers. I decide to go to the front door and knock, figured maybe since I'm. I'm probably five or ten minutes early. Maybe they were upstairs playing on the PS3. I knock on the door, but still no answer. I finally start knocking very loudly on the door, almost pounding. Eddie finally answers the door and says,

Man, why the hell are you knocking on my door this late? I look at him honestly confused and said, Your brother said to come over and play some cards with you guys. He stares at me for what felt like an eternity, and finally responds, Yeah, man, I know he did. Called you five or six hours ago. It's 4.30 in the morning. How late did you think we would be playing?

This scared me quite a bit. As from what I had remembered, at this moment, it could not possibly be any later than 1125 to 1130 at most. I attempted to play it off and say, damn man I must have lost track of time can I use your bathroom before I head back home and he agrees and tells me that I should splash some water on my face as I look like I'm either drunk or haven't slept in a week I walk into his bathroom and my eyes are absolutely bloodshot and it almost looks like I have two black eyes to this day I have absolutely

no idea what happened to me that night. I have no explanation for the lost hours worth of time. How I could have not possibly noticed that much time being passed, or how on earth something that felt like my eyes being irritated by a mosquito or something similar flying into my eyes. I don't want to pretend to know what it was, and try to explain it, or even assume that whatever it was that I saw that evening had anything to do with it, But it has creeped me out ever since.

So, I used to be a dumb teenager. And, as a dumb teenager, I did dumb things. And looking back, I don't know how I'm alive. This was a while back, though, like the 80s. And maybe I just had that dumb teenager plot armor back then, but I don't know. It's not relevant, but it does help to explain why I did some of it. the things I did. There was a time where I would drive from my parents' house to my grandparents' house,

which was a good two-hour drive to the west through the middle of nowhere. I would do this drive weekly. I always told my parents I just wanted to spend time with my grandparents while they were still around, but honestly, there was this girl that lived across the way from them that I was very informally seeing. It was a very loose thing between us. Fun, but we both knew that it would be over in a few months. Anyways, one weekend, I was driving out that way when my car started to act up.

Again, this was back in the 80s, and I wasn't much into cars beyond knowing how to change a tire. It made this weird sputtering, with a bit of steam coming out from the hood. I knew that steam meant that it was hot, so part of me thought I should stop for a while and just let it cool. down. Again, I was not a car guy. As I stopped, I thought and tried to remember half of the things that my dad tried to tell me about cars and what was happening, but it never came to me. That's when I saw a small farmhouse a bit down the road. I let the car roll until I was close to their driveway. It was still early afternoon, so I figured I would park it and see if these lovely people had a phone that I could use to call my dad

and ask him what I should do. Worst case scenario, they tell me to beat it, and I have to just try and make it to another house in my questionable car. I walk up the driveway towards this old house. It was a bit run down, but again it was the middle of nowhere, and there wasn't anyone there to enforce any sort of standard.

If these people wanted their house to fall apart, then by God they could allow it to fall apart. But as I got closer to the door, my mind went from maybe they just don't care to maybe they're dead. Because this place was very much not managed in any way. The windows were all broken, and the front door was misaligned. Like the hinge had been broken off. I kind of laughed to myself, thinking, of course, I would break down in front of

a creepy old abandoned farmhouse. But for some dumb reason, which does go back to me being dumb, I decided that I would check out the house, in case maybe they still did live there, and I was just being insensitive. So I knocked. And of course there was no answer. So I figured I would just go ahead and check out the inside.

Why, I don't really know. It sounded fun at the time, I guess, and it wasn't like I was going anywhere anytime soon. I pushed the door open and said hello like I was going to get an answer, and then stepped into the old house. It was honestly pretty creepy. All of the furniture was still there, as dusty as it was. There was an old TV set that was still there and plugged in, but it didn't work. I should know, I checked. I kept checking out the downstairs, thinking that there might be a neat treasure if I just kept looking,

when I heard the soft sounds of footsteps above me. I kind of freaked out, thinking that there actually was someone there. And then I yelled out, Hey, I'm really sorry for intruding. I'm just looking for a phone to call my folks. I'm having some car troubles. As if I hadn't just seen a decade's worth of dust resting on the couch. After not getting a response, I figured I would go upstairs and see what it was.

So I took each step with a slight debate about my life choices, and when I got to the top, I froze. As I was creeping in the hallway, I swear I started to hear what sounded like a creepy giggle, as cliche as that is. It was the giggle of a young child, and it was so very subtle that I almost thought I was imagining. it. Then I saw the light, what looked like a literal light coming from the room at the end of the hall. It seriously looked like there was a light on, but there was obviously no power in the house. I kept on deciding I would check it out and see what it was coming from, but when I opened the door, there was nothing there. There was no light on in there, and there was nobody in the room. Around that time, I looked up into the room and noticed a large dresser with a full mirror attached.

That was neat and all, but it was what I saw in the mirror that was more important. I saw myself, sure, but I could very clearly see what looked like a person, but completely black, like they were just a shadow. Now, there was no mistaking this for an optical illusion. It was 100% a person-shaped shadow behind me. and it was walking toward me from the end of the hallway. I spun around at light speed, thinking I was going to see this thing there, but it wasn't.

Around that time, I figured that I was pushing my luck. I could handle the horrors of the living world, but when you start dealing with things from the other side, nah, not so much. I took off down the hall, down the stairs, and out the front door, thinking that the quicker I got out of there, the better. I booked it down the driveway and jumped in my car,

and by some miracle from above, it started just fine. I didn't have a single issue for the rest of the trip. It was almost like my car was supposed to break down right there so I could be scared witless by some freaky demon. I don't believe in fate like that, but it was one hell of a coincidence, that I would have issues right in front

of that creepy-ass house, only to not have them again after I left. To this day, I have never been back down that road. I kept going to my grandparents' house for a time after, but I found an alternative route. That experience chilled me to the core, and I have no idea what I encountered in that house. But I thank God that I never encountered it again. Hi, friends. first-time caller. Background for me.

I'm a 29-year-old American man who grew up in a conservative Christian environment. In the last decade, I've identified as a progression, Christian, with what I think is a more inclusive view of the world. I've admired the mystics of church history, but I never really had any experiences

that I would describe as spiritual, until this year. Three key shows. shifts in my worldview have been occurring this year. First, I've started meditating, with mentorships from Christians and Buddhists, and have found it helpful. Second, I developed a joy at seeing the stars at night, and started devouring information about planets. The vastness of space and its endless possibilities are so cool to me. Third, I've been reading about non-human intelligence.

I had been mildly interested in the UFO phenomenon since childhood and always felt that there was some possibility of their reality. But the interest had lain dormant until the congressional hearings. I thought the testimonies were super cool, and I felt fairly convinced that non-human intelligence had visited and existed on the earth. In the fall, I began pouring over the CIA FOIA stuff, and watching all the documentaries, and I was fascinated. But there was never any personal connection I felt to the trend,

until I started reading John Mack's book on abduction and found myself spooked. I tried to picture what it would be like to stare into the deep black eyes of a gray and thought that it would be a frightening experience. Then I saw someone with black eyes. I was sitting in a coffee shop, working. Two people, a tall man and a woman about a foot shorter, walked in and made an order. I could see tattoos peeking out of the man's shirt on his neck. Both people were wearing loose-fitting black jackets.

I passed by the man on the way to the trash can and noticed his eyes. It seemed that the black outlined the edge of his iris. I thought that he must be wearing some interesting contact lenses. I returned to my spot and ventured a glance at the silver-haired woman. She locked eye contact with me with piercing eyes. At first I noticed a milky white haze, and I wondered if she was blind. But then the blackness in her eyes became clear to me. I found it terrifying.

My heart raced and I quickly broke eye contact. I stared at the wall refusing to engage my peripheral vision. Feeling frozen or like a rat caught in a trap, all my sense of agency disappeared. I felt so outclassed, and I knew in my heart that I didn't know what I was getting myself into with my UFO fascination. No one else in the room was reacting to them.

I wondered if they had arrived just to take me. I felt intensely alone for two to three minutes. Well, they left. I asked a man next to me if he had noticed anything about their eyes. He said that he hadn't been looking. He reassured me that I may have observed colored contact lenses or dilated pupils from drug use. Later, a family member suggested that I had seen a slera tattoo,

and when I googled the image, I did find that site terrified. Those explanations were comforting to me in the moment, but hours later I felt still quite spooked. I felt worried that I would run into the couple again. I didn't sleep well for the next week, sensing every creaking sound in my apartment. I stopped reading Mack's book at night. Had it been coloring my imagination? Despite what seemed like a negative experience, I felt the event had shown me my first.

fear. This was a primal terror I had never felt before. Animalistic, you know, like a squirrel or a cockroach scattering away from a human. I was very frightened of going through doors. I recalled what the Grays in Mack's book had said about fear, that it stood in the way of connected consciousness, that it held us back from understanding. My Christian mind naturally went to the appearance of Gabriel to Mary and his insistence that she need not be afraid. And many other biblical stories were the human's first reaction to God, or an angel, was fear. I felt that I finally understood the cosmic terror someone would feel in the presence of a higher intelligence. And, of course, part of me felt that I needed to frame my experience in biblical terms if I wanted to

ever tell my family and church friends about it. I felt very alone. I posted the coffee shop experience on the alien subreddit, but didn't get any responses. About a week later, I decided that I was going to sit out on my balcony at nighttime and stare at the stars. I hadn't done this in weeks, but I felt that it was an important step for me. I said out loud, to the sky, aliens, god, or whomever was listening, I wish, to understand. I admittedly was staring into the night sky in hopes of seeing a UFO,

but what I initially saw was just planes or stars. Five minutes into my time on the balcony, I saw out of the corner of my eye something moving lazily downward. I looked and saw five semi-transparent orbs in a line. They might have been 25 feet above, but they were descending down and eventually over my roof and out of sight. They would have been relatively small, like the size of a drone. They weren't physically connected, but they seemed to move in harmony with one another

and perhaps moving closer to each other to merge. The translucence was surreal. It felt in my mind that this had been invisible initially and then became visible to me. When the orbs went past my roof, and I surmised that they had landed on the ground, I couldn't see from my vantage point, the terror returned to me. Were they coming for me? I tried to name the fear and spoke aloud that I was sorry for being afraid, and that I was working on overcoming it.

I went back inside and reached out to friends. I told them that I thought I might be losing my mind, that I was scared of an abduction happening to me while I was alone. In the days that followed, I found myself integrating the experience. For a two-week stretch, I felt deep, deep joy, a sense of being wrapped in love, feeling that I had asked the universe for an answer, and the universe had listened to me. My family did not receive my reports well. One sibling said that although she believed in aliens too,

she was concerned that I was experiencing symptoms of schizophrenia. My other sister reiterated as well that she also believes in aliens, but the fact that I'm claiming some sort of personal experience with them seems like a slippery slope. For some people, I described this using angel terminology, and that seemed to work. And while I'm open to viewing this as an angel, I don't like obscuring the full description of my experience to my family, and it grieved me that they viewed my sudden happiness as mania. I've struggled with depression for many years,

and it was wonderful to feel consistently happy for that week or two. I took a nap yesterday, after sending my son to school. I work evenings, and hubby was already at work that morning. But in my dream, I didn't realize I was dreaming. It wasn't until after I woke up that I realized it was a dream. So it started off with me reading on my Kindle app while waiting to clock in for work. A gentleman with a kid got my attention to ask for assistance. When I looked up and realized, I was not at work.

I looked around and it was completely different. Instead of being a bright and open gym space, it was a dark warehouse-style building with an entirely different gym space. I was still wearing the clothes that I took a nap in, leggings, sports bra, sweatshirt. And so I told the gentleman that I couldn't help him because I didn't work there. I left the building and looked around and did not recognize any of my surroundings.

I took out my keys and found my car. My car was still the same make and model as my current car, but instead everything was on the right side. I'm an American, so it's usually on the left. I get in my car and I'm freaking out because my son has a half day today, and I need to pick him up from school, and I don't recognize where I am. My phone still has the current background of my family, including pets, as the screensaver and lock screen. I could not determine the time based off of my phone.

It was like it was kept from me, which I thought was super weird at the moment, moment, but looking back now, I believe it's because it was a dream. I started driving around, but there was a bunch of one-way streets. I'm driving erratically, making wrong turns. I get out of the car to get directions, and people are talking to me, and I don't understand them. I don't have service on my phone to be able to call or to pull up GPS, so I wander around to see if I can find service. I end up in this building where people are gathering for Bible study.

They asked me if I was going to stay, and I told them that no, that I was lost and just needed to find service. I make my way back to my car, and I'm just sitting there confused. I still have no idea where I am. My husband then video calls me, and I'm flooded with relief as I answer. But it's not my husband, as I know him now. It's a younger, healthier version. He asked why I wasn't home.

I asked what was going on, and I told him that I was lost and confused and panicking. That I didn't think I would be able to get our son in time. He gave me the strangest look and told me to just come home, that he was home from work early, and that we could talk about it. I told him that I didn't know where home was, so he sent me the address. I don't actually remember seeing the address or putting it in, and he was giving me a concerned look. Driving there was kind of a blur.

I just followed the GPS. I remember seeing beautiful landscapes full of lush greenery and just being overly awed by my beautiful surroundings, and concerned because back home it should be snowing. I get to the address that my husband sent me, I meet him inside, and I ask him the year. He looks at me strangely and tells me that we are in our 30s, but very much did not answer the year question.

But yes, we are currently in our 30s. I look around and notice that my dog isn't here, so I ask about her. He then tells me that we never had a dog, only cats. I looked at him and asked about our son. He looks at me utterly confused and states that we never had children. I start sobbing, like hysterically sobbing. I said, no, that's not possible. I go on to tell him all about our son.

His looks, likes, and how much we love him. He looks at me devastatingly and asks if I'm okay. I tell him obviously not. He then said maybe I had a bad dream because we never had children, because I can't conceive. I show him the picture of our family, including the animals from a Christmas ago that are on my phone. And now he looks utterly confused.

He asked me where I got this picture. And I told him that I don't think I'm supposed to be here. And that is when I woke up. I was absolutely sobbing, hysterical, and having a panic attack. I immediately called my husband at work to talk to him and then went and picked up my son from school and held him and talk to him while we cuddled on the couch with some hot chocolate. It is snowing here.

Throughout the rest of the day, yesterday, I kept getting random bouts of deja vu and phantom pains of mourning and grieving. Like I knew something was wrong, somewhere. I would randomly start crying throughout the day. I had to go check on my son multiple times to make sure he was still there. It was a very mentally and emotionally draining day. Now, for a bit of background information, I was told from a young age that I would never have children of my own. I was assaulted as a child for years and ended up having cervical cancer when I was 10.

I was just told that it would be impossible to conceive. I have always struggled with PTSD, depression, and anxiety because of my childhood. I ended up pregnant with my son when I was 27. He was the most fabulous, unplanned surprise that has ever happened to us. I would not trade him for anything. But because of the pregnancy, I ended up with a lot of health issues. I was told now that I have a child, I cannot have any more children or it could physically kill me. I ended up being diagnosed bipolar, type 1, found out that I had ADHD and Hashimoto's, among other things.

My husband was in the military during this time, but after serving ten years is now a disabled vet. We are currently in the process of buying our first home. We've been married 11 years and together for 15. My husband thinks, because of the hyper-realistic feel of the dream and how even now I can describe in full details some of the landscapes that I was in, that I was dropped into, like, a parallel universe or something. I don't know what to think. All I do know, going off of these phantom pains of grieving and mourning that I'm still experiencing, is that I'm just messed up this other woman's life, if that's true.

I don't know if I'm looking for advice or for people with similar experiences. I just needed to share it somewhere, so why not read it? I love traveling and being on the road, which means that I've seen parts of the country, the U.S., that many people don't end up seeing. I've met some real characters on the way. When I was young, I watched a TV show on road trips along 66 and wanted to go. Fortunately for me, I found someone who also shares my passion

and is willing to travel the country with me. My fiancé, John, and I decided to go on the journey together. We packed up our RV with supplies and made the long journey on the road. Unfortunately, many of those places are now deserted. I've gone through Texas. Amarillo and Shamrock are two of my favorite places. One place that stood out to me with the historical buildings,

and I think as the oldest cemetery on Route 66, is Alan Reed. It isn't a ghost town. I'm not sure of the exact number of residents, but there are still people living there. There's only one business that remains. We saw a couple of residents walking around, so I guess we'll have to take their word for it. Many of the older buildings are maintained by a community group who prevents the buildings from collapsing. It's pretty cool if you ask me.

Like many of these places, one thing you notice is just how quiet it is, and just how it is so deserted. We were taking photos of the different buildings in the cemetery, and any of the abandoned houses that we saw. We didn't want to trespass or overstep our welcome, so we made sure these places weren't lived in anymore. Now, I want to say that we never felt like we weren't safe or unwelcome by any means, and we didn't feel like we were being watched, threatened, etc. We looked at some of the photos on our phones,

but also took professional cameras and video footage with our gopros. Once we collected it all, we set our goodbyes and continued on with our adventure. I won't bore you with the full details of our trip. Basically, we had a lot of pictures and video footage. Once we got back home and finished unpacking everything, we started to go through all of the pictures to find our favorite ones, to go into a photo album we would send out to our family. I know that we could post them online, but we have quite a few elderly family members,

members who don't really have an online presence. We got up to the pictures from Alan Reed, and we noticed dust on the lens that could give the impression of a ghost orb. It kind of annoys us when we see people say that every picture has a ghost, when we know what it is. I kept finding several pictures and complained to John. He looked over my shoulder and was far quieter than usual. I asked him what was wrong, and he pointed to the screen.

There was a face looking at us from one of the windows. I zoomed in to see what did look like a face. Unfortunately, it didn't quite look human. The eyes were too big, and the mouth looked twisted. I'm a skeptic through and through, and I don't believe in ghosts or the supernatural. I said that it could have been a local who wanted to hide but wanted to see what we were doing. John then said the face didn't look human. And I had to agree with him.

It did not look friendly. I went through the rest of the pictures. There were some that were fine except that same face kept showing up in different places. It got stronger and more defined in the cemetery. And John and I stared at each other. We've been to abandoned buildings and supposedly haunted places before with no issues with any of our equipment. I don't know what will happen here. We checked the video footage and it showed what John thought was a shadow figure,

but for me it looked like branches or shadowing from something else nearby. I don't know what it was. It was unsettling to know that something could be there. We did eventually manage to get some photos without the face or the shadow figures standing out. I'm still on the fence about what we actually saw in the pictures. though. I looked online and spoke to some friends to see if they had ever had a similar encounter in Alan Reed, but I couldn't find any. So what was it? I don't know. Oh, if you want to go there, now would be a good idea. I heard recently that the last business might be packing up soon,

so I suggest heading out to Alan Reed. But do keep an eye out for the weird face and shadow figures, I guess. I don't remember hearing about any local ghost stories or anything. But yeah, that's our story. Not sure if it's good enough to feature in a video. But I hope you have a good one, as I am a big fan of yours. I want to start this story with an apology as I, the author, am not the best storyteller. Anyway, the story starts in early June of 2023.

The first strange happening was my girlfriend. who will call Summer for this story, kept hearing my voice calling her name even though I was asleep. She even went as far as waking me up to make sure I wasn't messing with her. We thought that it was strange, but we put it to the side, because I and my parents have lived in this house for 22 years, with no strange things happening. The next weekend, Summer heard her name being called,

but this time it was from my mom's voice. At that same time, my dad was downstairs watching TV when he heard my mom's voice calling his name as well. He also swore that he saw a woman's leg with a red slipper kind of peeking from behind the doorway. Nobody in this house has red slippers. Now that we are properly weirded out, and we start paying more attention to things.

A week after that, I heard my name being called by Summer from her own room. I had asked her over a text if she had said my name, and she said no. She thought I was in her room because she felt something grace her leg. She flipped the lights on and nothing was there. My dad wakes up to go to work at 4 in the morning. He left for work, and when he was gone, my mom heard her name being called by my dad's voice. Later that day, we had looked outside and made a shocking discovery. We went outside and about four of the six large pockets.

potted plants were knocked over, but the small potted plants were not touched. Our 50-pound bird bath was knocked over as well. This part is weird. We have another bird bath mounted about six feet on our fence, with a hummingbird feeder hanging from under it. Somehow the humming bird feeder was on top of the bird bath. The feeder that was once hooked and hanging from the bird bath was now just placed on top of, said bird bath.

But that's not all. Our garden has a small gate that is latched shut. Somehow the gate had become unlatched, but none of the food in our garden was touched. Things would quiet for a month or two when Summer and I were in the room with my dog. The door was shut and my mom was downstairs. My dog started barking and freaking the hell out at my door. When I got up, the door flew open silently, and the light of my mom's room was on. Now, my mom is very persistent about lights being on in the house, if you're not in that room, so we know that it wasn't her.

My dad was gone from the house, my mom was downstairs, and Summer and I were in my room. Again, everything was silent until the beginning of March. It started with me letting my dog in from outside, and as soon as I sat down, I heard my cat calling from outside to be let in. She has such a high-pitched meow that I've never heard on any other cats, so it was undoubtedly her. Summer and I laughed about it, saying how many more animals are outside. When I got up to open the door and let her in, nothing. It was silent. I thought, weird, I'll go check the garage, I guess, because sometimes she hangs out in there.

I opened the door, nothing. My mom then comes out of the bathroom upstairs. and sees our cat just sitting in front of the bathroom. Summer and I are dumbfounded. We asked my mom if she had meowed at all, and my mom said that she had been silent. Summer and I went to bed with an uneasy feeling. Now, the last strange happening, and, quite frankly, the most scary.

Summer and I were hanging out in my room. We had stayed up until about one or two in the morning on a Saturday. On a side note, most of the doors in the room, my house don't latch shut. They close all the way, but you can just push them open because the land is always shifting. Now that you know that, unless my mom's window is open and my windows are open, the doors will open and shut by themselves from the breeze. My door opens inward and across from my door is my window. I had my window cracked for some fresh air when my door opened. I thought, okay, no big deal. My mom has her window over.

open, as that's the only way that my door will open and shut by itself. To confirm my suspicion, I popped my head into my mom's room to see her window closed. We thought that was pretty weird, but no big deal. I'll just put both of my steel-toed boots in front of my door. We gave it about five seconds, and then the door opened. Really weird, we thought. I'll put two more shoes in front of the door. No, door still opened.

Now that we're properly freaked out, I put a steel shooting target in front of the door that weighs about 10 pounds. Somehow, this door still opened. I then had had enough of this ghost's shenanigans, or whatever it is, so I put the spare crankshaft from my car, which weighs 17 pounds. Somehow this door still opened, so I put the spare rotor from a rotary engine against the door. With 35 pounds of metal against the door, it didn't open, but alongside the little gap in between the door and the door frame, I felt an outrageous breeze being blown, way stronger than a person blowing, and it was very cold. And somehow, despite the 35 pounds being in front of that door, it was still wanting to open. The next morning, I had talked to my mom about it, and as we were talking,

The beads I had around my doorknob just started to gently move back and forth. I'll give an update if anything else happens. Again, I'm not the best storyteller, but thank you for listening anyways. Okay, so I have a pretty freaky story that honestly feels pretty unbelievable. I've been sitting on this story for a bit, because every time I think about it, I get a pretty major chill down my spine. Plus, I really don't know what the hell happened. And I don't think anyone is going to believe what I say.

That's fine. I'm not telling this to convince others, but I also don't want to be looked at like I'm crazy. I've heard others tell stories like this, and I've heard tons of these kinds of stories on YouTube channels like yours, but being the subject of one is a completely different feeling. So here's how it went. I was driving back from a family visit,

taking the back roads because I just personally enjoy the quiet and isolated areas. It's the kind of quiet where, if you turn the music off, all you hear is the motor rumbling. There is nothing out there, and I adore that fact. It was past midnight, as I had stuck around way later than usual, and while my mom wanted me to just sleep on the couch, I wanted to go home for whatever reason. I was regretting it a bit and was thinking that I should have at least grabbed a cup of coffee before heading out, but it was what it was.

I was driving down the road and out of seemingly nowhere, this bright light floods the road. It honestly felt like a spotlight on a helicopter, but turned up to 11. My first thought was just that. a helicopter, thinking maybe the police were chasing someone and they thought that I was that person or something. So I stopped the car thinking that things were about to get crazy. And that's when I kind of glanced up through the windshield to look and see where this helicopter was, which was the exact moment that I realized it wasn't a helicopter. In fact, I couldn't really tell what it was.

My mind kind of struggled to place a shape over this form that was above me, but I could see that it was metallic and very reflective. I couldn't quite tell if it was circular or oblong because it was moving in a weird way. I know that doesn't make sense, but it didn't feel like the movement was natural or patterned. It was like it was glowing, but by that I mean actually glowing. not being lit up from the inside or anything,

but the outline of the shape was glowing. It was shining a light down on the road, pretty much at me, but it was seemingly just hovering beyond that. It took me a couple of moments to realize it, but while I was staring at it, everything was silent. By that, I mean that my car had shut off,

and that this thing wasn't making any sound whatsoever. There was no air movement, no whooshing or whirring, just silence. Eerie silence. For a few moments, I just sat there, frozen. My brain trying to process whether or not I could run away from this, or if I was about to succumb to some kind of painful death. I wanted to be scared, but it was more like my thoughts were TV. static. A sense of anxiety but unmoving, and I wasn't able to really form actual thoughts.

Again, I know that this sounds weird, but as I was staring at this thing, it felt like I was staring at an old TV with the static just playing out behind my eyes. I just felt mentally stuck for several moments until I seemed to regain control of my brain and shake my head. I literally shook whatever that was off, and when I blinked, it was just gone.

There were no more lights, no UFO, nothing. Just me sitting in my turned-off car in the middle of the road surrounded by darkness. I just sat there for a couple of moments thinking, what the hell was that,

and what just happened? I started my car up without issues, and I kept on going, just driving down the road and trying to get home at like 1.30 in the morning. The whole event lasted almost no time at all, like literally. It was less than five minutes between my car shutting off and me getting back on the road. By the end of this, nothing really happened to me, I think. But for all I know, a ton could have happened in those moments where my brain filled with pins and needles. I have no idea, though, but I'm no worse for where, so if anything did happen, it doesn't

seem to have affected me. It was a crazy night, and I've literally only ever told one person, my brother, and he told me I was nuts, so I've just kept this kind of thing to myself. I know what I saw, and I know what I've found. felt, and I know that it wasn't just me imagining something crazy. It's taken me some time to feel comfortable posting, but I hope you'll enjoy this post. This is one of the few strange things I have experienced in my time living in Indiana. As someone who's always prided myself on being grounded in reality, I've sought research and facts to feel comfortable in my experiences and beliefs.

What I experienced one night in my hometown in rural southern Indiana left me without an explanation. I was 21 at the time. It was a painfully average night. No strange weather was occurring and the sky was exceptionally clear. The countryside sat covered in a familiar blanket of darkness, with the faint light of the moon and stars lighting the swaying crops in the fields near my home. The time was around 2 a.m.

my partner at the time had just driven me home from his dorm in the city. Engaged in yet another argument, as was customary for any amount of time spent in the car, my partner exited the vehicle. I soon followed, hoping to end the heated discussion. All was quickly forgotten as something had caught my partner's attention. As the sound of the night seemed to fall silent, I followed his gaze to the sky above my neighbor's house. in that space was a bizarre and peculiar sight.

A massive, seemingly flat circle loomed above the house, blocking the view of the stars. On this strange anomaly, lights of indiscernible colors oscillated rhythmically and rapidly. Entranced, my partner's gaze was lost in the moment. I couldn't help but approach it with skepticism. Perhaps it was a trick of the light. We had our share of odd weather patterns. static activity and uncommon forms of lightning in the past. As we stood there, my partner lost in awe,

turned to see if I was witnessing the same sight. A sudden shift in air pressure signaled the departure of this mysterious object, leaving us both in a state of utter confusion. As I stood very still in the same place, trying to figure out what I had just witnessed, my partner abruptly ran down the road, attempting to follow where he believed the object had gone. In the days that followed, I couldn't help but dissect the events of that night

searching for rational explanations. Although I had tried, I couldn't rid myself of the unease that lingered from being unable to explain the event. While others may be quick to embrace the supernatural, I feel mostly comfortable operating within logic and reason. That being said, I must admit that there are some things that defy explanations. In the pursuit of truth, I find solace in the embrace of logic, yet remain humbled by the mysteries that persist beyond its grasp. Hey there, friends. I hope that you enjoyed this collection of scary stories on this episode of the As the Raven Dreams podcast.

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Speaking of stories, if you have one you would like to submit to me, please go to as the ravendreams.com and click the button in the middle of the screen that says submit your story. These stories are mostly sourced by listeners, so let's keep the podcast alive. If you've got one, I'd love to read it. Anyways, friends, I hope you're all having a beautiful day and a lovely week. And I hope I see you again very soon. But until then, remember you're loved, you're valid, you're important. You're the best you can be, never forget it.

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