As The Raven Dreams Podcast - ATRD Ep. 128 - In The Woods, Yard Sale and Other True Scary Stories - 17 True Scary Stories

Episode Date: June 21, 2024

Welcome to the chilling 128th 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 Horrors in the woods, Yard Sale Stories and Other True Scary and Strange 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... black_sparrow_chick, Emilio, Adam, HISTORYGUY300, piskie_wendigo, GreenYooper, MelodiousLuna, @freespiritkaia on Instagram, ZealousidealAir8563, Carla Base, Ghosthunter2788, ForeverAtlantian, FakeNameHere, Reclusive&Social... As Well As Any Author That Has Requested Anonymity. 'As The Raven Dreams' is a community where we explore the darker parts of human existence through true and harrowing stories. From sinister encounters with strangers and stalkers, to terrifying experiences that defy explanation and unsettling mysteries that linger in the shadows, I am here to tell you the most haunting narratives ever whispered. Much Love, and Sleep Well... ----- #TrueScaryStories #AsTheRavenDreams #RedditStories ➤ Stories include a content warning for language and sensitive/disturbing content. Viewer discretion is always advised. ➤ ALL Audio of this Podcast are copyright of AS THE RAVEN DREAMS / RAVEN ADAMS and may not be duplicated, in any format, without explicit permission ➤ If you like any of the following stories, consider subscribing! - Dark Web horror stories, creepy lets not meet stories, stalker stories, Glitch In The Matrix Stories, Unexplained Horror stories, Paranormal stories, cryptid encounter stories, Crazy ex lover stories, creepy neighbor stories, quantum immortality, true scary stories from reddit, or any other True horror Stories! ➤ And Remember; You are loved, you are important, and you are valid. Never let anyone tell you otherwise. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

If you have a story you would like to hear featured on this podcast, please go to ashtherravendreams.com and click the button to submit your story. Also, if the platform you're listening on has the option to rate this podcast, please consider doing so. And thank you. So, this isn't something I witnessed. I was told this story by one of the men who allegedly saw it. For context, this guy had run with some questionable crowds and did what Jobs he had to do. to make money at times, if he get my drift. So he has a lot of stories.

I mostly consider this a tall tale, but there is still enough of it that makes me wonder, what if? According to him, we'll call him Zed for the sake of the story, he had been finishing up some work down in Louisiana back in the late 1990s, with his buddy and had a few days to kill, namely to get some fishing and hunting in. albeit out of season. One of the guys they had worked with gave them directions to a spot way back in the swamps and marshes, or the bayou as it's more commonly called,

where they could do that without risking being caught by fish and game agents. He said that one of the best things about the spot was that there were, oddly enough, never any alligators there. Bit of a red flag, that one. Anyways, one fine morning they set out, in their boat before the sun was up, navigating their way through the swamps. From what he described, this was a section that was close to the Mississippi border, routes used by smugglers to move various products across state lines.

They finally arrived at the spot after a few hours and some detours, their way of not saying they got lost, turned off the motor of their boat, and started fishing. The trees were just thick enough to prevent you from being seen from overhead. head, and they were essentially in a huge inlet that was somewhat sheltered by the rest of the bayou, and had the start of solid land along two sides of it. By solid land, that also meant you had to walk across 10 to 15 feet of muck that could suck your boots off before you caught to the solid ground. So, according to Zed, the day was progressing and fishing was not going great.

But they still had beers, so they weren't inclined to go anywhere. They both noted that as the guy had said, there were no alligators. Normally you could spot them lurking around, or sunning themselves, but they were just utterly gone from the spot, as were most of the big fish, it seemed. It was at this point that they observed a herd of feral hogs emerged from the undergrowth on one side of the lagoon and make their way to the muck that was described before, and commence to start rolling and rooting in it. to their heart's content.

Zed and his buddy slowly angled their boat closer, as they had sidearms with them and certainly had no issues with getting wild pork instead of fish, if the opportunity was there. The hogs were leery, but not afraid, keeping the humans in their line of sight as they froliced. Zed saw that they had no real way to get to a hog if they shot it there, so they just floated along and watched for a good opportunity.

but instead they saw something else entirely. According to Zed, that's when they saw the mud start to move. He knew instantly that it was not an alligator, as an alligator would be flailing around in the mud trying to reach the hogs. And whatever this thing was, it was covered in mud. The only way he could describe it was, something was pushing its way through the muck, like a mostly submerged bulldozer, creeping up on the pigs.

They watched as it slowly approached a cluster of hogs who had noticed the movement, but seemed more curious about what it was than afraid. One of them, a pig that Zed estimated was between 150 to 175 pounds, was the furthest out in the muck, and made the mistake of attempting to sniff at whatever this intruder was. Zed said that quicker than they could react, something lunged out from the thing and attached to the pig's head and face.

As the pig thrashed and tried to jump back, letting out the most blood-curdling scream they'd ever heard, the thing was hauled partially out of the muck and came into better view. Zed realized it was an alligator snapping turtle of proportions that he had never heard of. He's seen the one they keep at Bass Pro Shop that got big enough that it cracked its tank,

and they had to get a new one. And he said that was like comparing a chihuahua to a pit bull. It was still partially obscured by the muck that was covering it, but Zed swore its shell had to be at least the size of a hood from a Volkswagen beetle. He was an extreme car enthusiast, so he knew his vehicles. His best guess on its weight was that it was well over 500 pounds, and was now backing up into deeper water, dragging the pig with it. Zed said from what they could see,

the turtle's head was so big that it was able to fit its jaws partially around the pig's skull, and its beak was now essentially acting as a meat hook. Apparently it was about a 30-second fight to drag the pig out of the lagoon, but Zend said it was clear the pig never had a chance. The turtle dragged it out into the water, pig made one last desperate attempt to break free. Apparently hearing something screaming underwater one last time is as unnerving as you would imagine, and Hollywood does not get the sound right.

It then just went absolutely quiet after that. According to Zed, he and his buddy sat there for a minute processing what they had seen. And except for the froth on top of the water and the stirred up mud, there was no sign that anything had just happened. The other hogs had fled as soon as their comrade was attacked, and except for some bugs, it was almost completely silent.

They couldn't say why, but Zed said they booked it out of there, that something was off, and it felt wrong to be there. It wasn't like they could go to fish in game and describe what they saw, but they did fill in their acquaintance on why there were no alligators in

that area. As far as Zed knew, nobody else. else has ever seen this colossal turtle and came forward to talk about it. But Zed said that it was big enough that if it caught a person unaware, it could easily overpower and kill a human the same way it did that pig. Again, this is how the story was told to me. It's not my story, and I'm inclined to mostly believe it's a tall tale, or an exaggerated one.

but it does highlight that you don't need something as fanciful as a skunk ape or bigfoot to be nervous about what might be lurking out of sight. My wife and I were talking about having another yard sale this year, which brought up the last experience we had when we hosted one two years ago. I started listening to your channel last year, so I hadn't even considered submitting this, but I think I should share what happened to us with you now. We were going to be moving to a smaller house on the other side of the city,

so we wanted to try and condense and get rid of a lot of stuff beforehand. I certainly didn't want to waste energy on moving things that we no longer wanted. Not to mention, we can make a little extra cash to help pay for the moving truck or something else. The neighborhood we lived in had always been pretty quiet. Sometimes a couple of few houses down would argue in the front yard, but that was about as wild as it got. People around were typically friendly, they would wave at you if you were out in your yard.

There were tons of kids that would ride their bikes or scooters down the sidewalk, and there was even an elementary school just around the block from us. Overall, it was a nice place, but the place just cost too much for us. Anyways, we started setting up our tables, I strung some rope from the garage to one of the trees to hang things up. It was forecasted to be a warm and sunny day with no rain,

so we brought out as much as we could, books, electronics, tools, clothing, and various knick-knacks. People started trickling in around 9 a.m., and we had a steady stream of people from then on, which was great. Things were being bought constantly, and it just seemed very successful. Right around noon, a guy showed up who immediately made me uneasy. Something was telling me that I needed to keep an eye on this guy. At first, I tried to reason with myself, thinking the worst he could do would be to steal something and take off. Would it be really crappy?

Absolutely. But I would only be mad for a bit, and then probably get over it before the end of the day. Either way, I still felt the need to watch him. He was probably in his mid-forties, scruffy looking, and he had a shifty stare that made my skin crawl. He tried to make it look like he was interested in items on display, but I could see past it. He was not interested in these items, but what he was actually interested in, I couldn't guess. At one point, we made eye contact, so I just smiled and nodded. to at least acknowledge that I saw him there.

He took it as an invitation to talk to me. You the owner of this stuff? He asked me. I told him I was, to which he followed up with asking why we were getting rid of a lot of it. I vaguely mentioned that we were moving and just wanted to get rid of some things. He then started asking more direct and specific questions. First, it was about certain items, like a vase set. He would ask where we got it.

I didn't know for sure, but I joked that she probably got it from some home goods store because that was her thing. His interest seemed to peak when I said this, and his questions became less about the items. He asked if she was home, and I just said that she was out getting us lunch. He asked how long we had been together and what we both did for work. I again gave vague answers. saying that she worked in audits and financing, myself in sales. He asked us if we worked from home, and for this one I straight up lied. I said that we both worked from home full time.

There was no way that I was telling this man that my wife occasionally worked from home alone. He finally nodded, seemingly satisfied with my answers, and walked off to fake look at our stuff again. I continued to watch him as that conversation did not. not help relieve any concerns I had about him. He probably continued to browse at things for another 10 to 15 minutes, talked on the phone for a bit, and then left without purchasing anything. Strange, sure, but I was honestly just relieved that he was gone.

As the day went on, we had more people come and go, more purchases being made, and I started to relax a bit more. The guy was nearly out of my mind altogether. But then a bit later, maybe around four or five, I saw a familiar car pull up, and that same guy got out. However, this time he wasn't alone. Two other men, equally rough and suspicious looking, got out and immediately looked at my house.

They weren't scanning the tables in random boxes of items, no, they were staring directly at my house. They definitely did not look like they were there to shop. The problem was that the way they stood towards the end of my driveway, nearly blocking part of it, was making other people obviously uncomfortable, and they were leaving. My wife had gone inside, and once she came back out,

I pointed them out to her. I had told her about them when she got back from getting us lunch, and she agreed that she was getting the same bad vibes from them. So we agreed to start packing up early. We started storing stuff in the garage and helped the few people that had stuff in their hands, or were still looking over the stuff still on display. I grabbed the stuff closest to the guys, not wanting my wife to get close, and, man, it was intimidating.

I've never been a big guy. In fact, I was fairly thin and tall, but really hardly any muscle to me. When I approached them, they talked quieter, or not at all, like they were trying to be secretive. We didn't have much left, so I just hollered out to the men, well, have a good one, and started working on the stuff closer to the garage. That's when my wife pointed out that the guys had moved up the driveway. As we stood there trying to make ourselves look busy and calm, We really didn't know what to do.

Do we start closing the garage, leaving the rest of the stuff outside, and run for the door? It was an attached garage, so if they tried to do something to the door, they could get into our home. I told my wife to go ahead and go stand in the door with her phone, ready to call for help. Worst case scenario, when I heard a familiar voice calling my name. I looked over and saw my neighbor, walking. up to me, with his big, goofy smile and another guy next to him. I met him by my garage door, and he introduced me to the man that was with him, who turned out to be his brother. He then brought me into the garage and was pointing to something in it when he quietly said, everything okay here?

I knew immediately what he was talking about. They'd been watching from his patio and were also growing suspicious of these men. I tried to stay calm and say that it. I tried to stay calm and say that I didn't know what to do. Now, he was a larger guy, probably closer to that scruffy guy, but his brother was even bigger. So I was already starting to calm down. His brother walked out and grabbed one of the tables, and as he came back, he asked the men if there was something that they needed. He wasn't really asking. It was more of a, take a hint, and get the hell out of here.

The guy stared at him for a few seconds, and then finally nodded and got back into their car. His brother then waved them off, and we watched them slowly roll away. My wife came out, and we all stood in the garage and talked about what had happened. I explained when the first guy showed up alone in the strange conversation that we had. He said that he saw him the first time, and when they showed back up, they were really not feeling good about it. We thanked them profusely for coming over, and after they helped us bring in the remaining items, they went back over to his place. We were now back in the safety of our home with all the doors and windows locked, but that paranoia definitely remained. Every time the camera above the garage detected movement, I was checking it, just hoping that it wasn't those guys coming back.

Thankfully, it never was. This all happened on a Friday. That's Saturday we set it all up again, our neighbors checking on us throughout the day, and we hoped that they wouldn't show back up. He didn't, and Saturday went fine. Then we had our sale for one more day on Sunday with the same routine. However, of all the cars I saw slow down and check out the sale from the car, there was one that I recognized.

It was the guy from Friday. I was immediately on edge, but kept it together as he never stopped, never got out, and he just kept on driving. We kept an eye out for them, and while it was unsettling that he drove by a few times, he never did stop. We packed up what remained on Sunday, and I just remember feeling relieved that the weekend was over, and that we wouldn't have to watch for him again. But then, later that night, while sitting in the day, the living room, I got a camera notification for movement. I checked it, and I saw a car slow to a stop right in front of our driveway.

It was the same car. I looked out the front window and saw the car still sitting there, now with the car and all of its lights off. I went back and checked the camera, and the car had been sitting there for 20 minutes. I started to panic a bit. I didn't know what their intentions were, so... I called the cops. I told them what was going on and waited for them to arrive.

To my surprise and relief, they rolled up without the siren lights, and I'm pretty sure the guy didn't expect it. I watched as the cop parked, now blocking the driveway, and then turned on his lights. The man had started the car, but the cop was already out and walking towards the driver's side. Of course, I couldn't hear what was being said, so after speaking to the guy,

the cop then came to our door and talked to us. He said the guy claimed to be lost, and that he was looking for a friend's place, and that he had stopped in our driveway to check if he had the right address. He didn't give us his name, but he did say that the guy didn't have an ID or driver's license on him, so they were holding him to look up his details. We showed him the camera footage to prove that he was the same guy as earlier,

and from Friday. They wouldn't tell me too much about the guy, but they did say that he was going with them because of how he was acting, and someone else came to get his car since they couldn't let him drive, since he didn't have an ID. The person that did show up was a middle-aged woman in pajamas,

and she did not look happy about the situation. After they all left, I never saw that man, his friends, or the woman ever ever. again. I don't know what his intentions were, but all I could think, with him asking those questions and looking at my house, was that maybe he was casing the place. Maybe he was interested in the stuff that we weren't selling. I was just incredibly thankful for my neighbor and his brother Jim and Greg for coming over. Since we've moved, I've honestly missed living next to him. He was always

very kind and watchful for us. I don't know if those guys would have tried something if they hadn't come over, but the thought of it always freaks me out. I'm also very thankful of the camera that we had, and I can promise you, they are set up in our new place, too. I just hope those guys never came back, and that they never gave anyone else trouble. I grewle, Publié, savour, admiring,

and profite. Viarai, the voice that we love. I grew up in Belgium, Europe. Since I was young, I've been with my friends and the scouts. It's mixed in Belgium.

We don't have boys and girls apart, usually. We start scouts when we are six years old, and then we go through all the groups until we are 18. That's when we become scout leaders, usually. I'm saying this to give you a little background on me and my friends. We are people who I would consider close with nature, camping, and overall used to a lot.

I would not say we are your typical rough outdoors lumber type of person, but we can manage ourselves well through a forest. Back when we were around 16 years old, one of my friends invited our group to go wild camping in the forest that we have close to our homes. It is not your average American national park, I wish, with stories of Bigfoot or worse. But it definitely has its own charm and legends. We have a centuries-old tale about werewolves in our forest, and a couple of legends about witches. It is not a huge forest, but one can get easily lost if they are not familiar with its trails, and all the trees look the same. This being said, to describe it the best I can,

we were very familiar with the forest, since we were small children playing in the tree line and afterwards as teenagers being blindly dropped with nothing but a map in the middle of it by our leaders. I don't know whether this game is popular in other countries to the scouts, but in Belgium, it is very well-known and quite safe, actually. We don't have bears, or until, a year back, wolves.

Nguyen dropped, we would carry lights, so just in case anyone didn't manage his or her way out, they would be spotted easily by a search party. Again, this is not a national park that is so huge a person could go missing for days. That being said again, we were very familiar with the forest, and we were all locals from the village nearby. So, we started our camping journey with our bikes from

village to the entrance of the forest. And, once there, we would continue to the deeper parts of the forest on foot, since it was an area with lots of hills and a few trails for bikes. The mood was good. It was beautiful, although a bit cold. It was an autumn evening with a few clouds and a beautiful sunset. We hiked our way through the forest until we got to a small clearing with some grass and prepared our tents for the night.

We made a small campfire. We always learned to be safe, never putting in danger in the forest, and ate some beans and sausages for dinner, together with some tasty Belgian beers. Around 11 p.m., we decided to call it a night, and we each went to sleep in our tents and sleeping bags. Everything seemed like a normal camping day in the forest. Then, suddenly, at around 1.30 a.m.,

We woke up to the sound of what seemed to be like drums. A couple of us gone out of our tents with our flashlights asking what was going on. Our forests had always been a quiet place at night, and during the day the only noise you could hear were the critters. So you can imagine the surprise of hearing drums in the middle of the night. We were located on a flat area on the side of a hill, to have a beautiful view in the morning. And at the other side of the hill, over the top, we saw light and smoke of what seemed to be a bonfire.

We figured that that had to be the place where the drum noise was coming from. So, the ones who had gotten out of our tents decided to just go over there and see what was going on, and maybe talk with the people who decided that it was a good plan to be making noise in a calm forest at 1.30 in the morning. We hiked over the hill so that we could have a glance at the people to know who we were dealing with first. We walked about 15 minutes before we could actually see the bonfire. It was located in a small circled clearing with lots of trees and bushes around. We crouched toward the bushes in the tree line to get a look of what was going on, and that is when we saw the people with the drums.

A couple of them, I recall a group of them. of five to six sat around the fire playing the same tune on the drums the whole time and another group of people was dancing around the bonfire although i say dancing right now i mean these people were making weird unnatural movements almost as if they were having spasms and honestly the best way to describe it is bodies contorting the people dancing around the circles were wearing suit at first glance would make it look like people dressing to be one with nature, but a second glance would make it look like pagan suits, almost like the original celebrations of Halloween, see Sam Hain.

This was when we realized that whatever these people were doing, whether it was some sort of gag or seriously some sort of ritual, we would be better off if we did not confront them. So we decided to back off and go back to our camping, spot as quiet as possible. Once there, we decided to wake the rest and tell them what we had seen. We packed

up that same moment and left to the entrance of the forest. We then got on our bikes and all went back home. We have since still frequented the forest, both our scouts and in our free time with our friends and family, and we've never seen this

circle of people again. However, it has stuck with me ever since. and I will never forget how we felt out of our place in the forest for the first time in our lives. It's the first time and luckily the last time, that we did not feel welcome in our own forest. Hi, guys. So before I start this post, I will say that I was very young, but my mother recalls the experience quite clearly.

I'm not really into cryptozoology at all, but I'm curious that this is a common sighting. or what exactly my mother, father, and I experienced. This was along Route 66, going from Texas into New Mexico. We were heading to my great-grandfather's funeral back in 2005, in the middle of the summer, and I was ten at the time. The sun was starting to set, and I remember us talking. I'm eating a happy meal they bought me at the time, and we're just swapping stories and having a good time.

They made this little cubby-like area in the trunk for me to lay down in, color, etc. But most of the trip was spent just looking out the window, watching things pass by. While my parents were talking and the radio was on, I was just watching the world pass. But I remember very clearly seeing a man standing and staring at cars. He wore a black trench coat, bowler, or perhaps a top hat, had a black beard, but

the part that I remember the most vividly was bright, glowing, red eyes. I pointed it out to my mom who was distracted at the time, having not seen it. Well, a couple of hours go by, and I'm still looking out my window. I made a little game for myself

to see if I could count how many birds I could spot along the way, and the sun was starting to set. Next thing I know, I see the same. dude just ahead of us. But because of the dark, the eyes were a lot more intense. My mom got a little concerned about it and told my dad to speed up.

Eventually, fatigue set in, and we found a rest stop. It was pitch black there, like the kind of dark you can't even see your own feet in without light. And we were all trying to sleep. I had to go to the bathroom, and my dad walked out with me, as I was rather freaked out from the sightings earlier, worried the guy would come to grab me. As we got out of the car, I remember my father staring off into the distance, and he told me to hurry up, though keeping his usual calm demeanor.

When I finished and got back into the car, he started it, and we took off again, driving to stay at a motel instead. I asked him and my mother about it recently as we were reminiscing together about the trips we've taken. When I asked my dad why he had us go to a motel, he claimed it was because he saw the same pair of eyes staring at us from a hill near where we were, above a rocky outcrop. Does anyone have any ideas or stories as to what exactly this could have been? I remember the eyes so vividly. It's burned into my mind, as well as him being out in the desert heat with a heavy trench coat. and I'm just not sure.

My dad swears it was the devil. My mom thinks it was a chupacabra of some sort. I myself am not sure. Any thoughts would be appreciated. As I said, this was over 19 years ago, and I haven't seen anything since, as I live far away from Route 66. Now, in 2010 or so,

a buddy and I headed out trout spearing, or tribal, on a small creek that flows into Lake Superior. A few key points. It has a few slight turns, but it's fairly straight and rocky, as the land drops pretty good down to the lake. This is 2 to 3 a.m. on a cold, wet spring night. This is heavily wooded and thinly populated BFE. Ain't no one around here.

Nearest house is maybe 1.5 miles away. Two things happened that night that, to this day, we cannot explain. We were working our way downstream using headlamps to spot trout. We noticed a red light in the distance that didn't belong there. Like, if you were seeing the aviation light on top of a radio tower. We fish on and we notice that the light is still with us. I remember thinking, huh, it's a cigarette, and someone's being an ass and is creeping on us. I bust up the bank, and the light now appears miles away.

This happened a few more times. It looks as if it's right there, then as you move to it, it appears farther away. Again, this is out in the sticks. There are no towers or anything topped with the light. No houses, no close roads. We were a little curious, stomped, but we fished on. And then it goes south. The second event, we're on the east bank heading north, being down river.

We're hoofing it because we have our limit, and that red light is creepy. We climb up the bank to get around a windfall and the remnants of a huge long-gone beaver dam. I'd say we were up on the bank and moving down river for maybe 60 yards. We scrambled back down to the water's edge, and the freaking river is flowing the other way. This is a fairly straight river. No oxbows. We've fished it. We know it.

The world is freaking upside down. We're not turned around on a bend. Add this to the red light, and we sort of looked at each other, and my buddy nodded his head to the west, which ought to be straight across the river. Because to the right, or north, is Lake Superior, which is downriver, and left is south to the beaver ponds. But the river has flipped, so west? Anyway, my buddy nods west and says, let's go. We beelined it to the nearest road, which was right where it was supposed to be, dead west, and we hoft it back to the truck. I spent a lot of time on what passed for Google Earth back then, trying to figure out what light we saw and how we got upside down on the river. It's just not possible.

The river cannot shesh uphill that far inland, and up that gradient. It's just baffling, and I think about it all the time. My three-year-old son suffered from chronic ear infections last year, which led to him having high fevers. I slept with him on this particular night because I needed to give him Tylenol throughout the night to keep his fever down and keep him comfortable. I set my alarm to wake me up at around 2.30 a.m. When I woke up, I went into the kitchen to get the Tylenol. I noticed a bright light shining into the apartment from our deck door, which also illuminated part of the woods behind my apartment.

When I went over to see what it was, it turned out to be a car with those bright LED headlights in the parking lot to the far back right of the apartment. I figured they were dropping someone off. I saw the movement of what resembled a dog walking around near the woods. I started to think that the lady who usually walks her dog, a cute little corgi, in that area purposely faced her car in that direction so she could see while she walked her dog. As it got closer, I realized that there was nobody out there walking a dog,

and there was no dog. I don't know what it was I saw, but I'll describe it in the best way that I can. At first, it looked just like a dog, corgi-sized. But as it walked closer, it looked like your average house cat. Then it looked like a black bear, and then it looked like a koala. I live in North New Jersey, farmland, and lots of woods, and there are no wild koalas here. At this point my heart is pounding out of my chest and I'm scared. The fear I felt was like a primal type of fear that I have never felt before.

I ran to my bedroom to wake up my boyfriend and I shook him awake very roughly. I said, you've got to come see this. He was a bit annoyed with me. When we look outside together, we see this thing getting closer and it looks like a skunk now. white stripe down the center with the perky, fluffy tail. I said, oh, it's just a skunk, with a little chuckle. I felt a bit embarrassed that I woke him up over a damn skunk, but at that moment I also felt relieved.

However, I was mistaken. As it walked, it looked as if it was struggling to find a form. I thought it looked like it was falling apart, but also coming back together again at the same. same time. I know this doesn't make sense, but it's hard to find the words for what we saw. After the skunk formation, it looked like a person crawling on the ground with some type of fur or skin attached to them around the legs.

Then it changed again and looked like a raccoon, groundhog, black bear, cat, koala, deer, and skunk. The part that stuck out to me the most was that whatever it was, it seemed to be coming apart or shedding, but at the same time it was growing. Whoever had their headlights on turned them off as it went deeper into the woods. This happened pretty quickly. I'd say it was only a couple of minutes from start to finish. He ended up going back to bed, but I couldn't sleep after that, so I grabbed a flashlight and shined it into the woods to see if I could see it again, but it was gone.

I also opened the door to see if I could hear anything, but I couldn't. It was very quiet. I had a hard time going back to sleep that night. My boyfriend wasn't scared, but he was confused and stunned. He didn't know what to make of it. I was scared and creeped out. I know if I hadn't woken him up to see it for himself, he most likely would not have believed me,

and would have chalked it up to me being groggy from just waking up, or it just being an animal. Unfortunately, I know what I saw, and I'll never forget it. I like to occasionally check out yard and estate sales for unique and unusual stuff. Having a weird brass animal wearing something silly sitting on my entertainment center has always been a good conversation piece when I have friends over. Sometimes I'll follow the signs I see along the side of the roads, or some I'll find that are posted on things like Facebook or next door.

This time, I had actually been going on a walk with my dog when I saw a sign for a local sale. I carry a small fanny pack at all times. It's my purse, and it holds my small wallet with my cards and cash. I keep cash on me because I spontaneously go to these sales as much as I do. As well as carrying my keys, my dog bags, and other various things.

So, I was prepared to stop at the sale, too. It was a nice day, and when I arrived, there were already several people walking around and browsing the items. I saw a few things that looked interesting, but then I got to a box full of CDs and another full of vinyl records. I love vinyl. I love the way they sound,

even if it's music than I wasn't interested in. I even collected ones that were damaged and beyond repair. Those I liked to hang on the walls in my living room. They looked much better than the ugly, rental beige colors of the walls. I looked through the CDs as there was a man looking through the vials. I ended up finding a few that I was interested in for 25 cents each, so why not snatch them up? Once the man walked away, I then looked through the vials myself. I pulled a few out and was looking at the sleeve for details and lists of songs when an older man approached me.

He was the owner, and he started a conversation about the vials and asked me about my preferences. As we spoke, I noticed the man that was previously looking at them was pacing around us and was unfortunately distracting me. The owner noticed as well, and he looked up at the man and the three of us all talked about the vinyl sum. The man asked if I was looking at buying any, and I stepped back saying I was unsure of what I wanted yet, and motioned for him to go through it again if he wanted to. He began talking with us about what he had and why he was selling them. I actually found one by my favorite musician, so I was holding on to it, when the man started asking me what my favorite song was by them.

And he seemed surprised when I said that it was one that wasn't common or popular. You know the type. You wear the band shirt, and you get questioned about your loyalty to said band. Anyways, they talked for a few moments, so I glanced back over at the CDs. When the man said there truly was a great collection in there, and that I should buy them up and then walked away. holding on to a few of the vials. I went to look back through them,

with the owner still standing nearby. I was finding myself grabbing several more of them, when the owner said that I could just have the whole box for $5. I was ecstatic. Even if they didn't work, or were bands that I didn't know or care for, I knew that I could make good use of them. So, after asking if he was sure,

I pulled out a $10 bill instead and thanked him. I'm not very good at bartering, as you can probably tell. But they all looked to be in great condition, and he was nice, so it was fair in my opinion. His wife even gave me a large beach tote to carry them all in, since I was walking home, so I didn't have to look around a big box. I paid, thanked them again, and headed off. But before I left, I left, I started feeling like I was being watched.

So I looked back, and I saw that the other man was now staring at me. He seemed to be clenching his teeth, as I could see his jaw and temples bulging. He looked mad, but at the time I didn't really think anything of it. Not like I had done anything to him, so I continued walking. On my walk back, my dog would look back behind us. us and then keep walking. But his stops were becoming more and more frequent. Finally, I looked over my shoulder to see what had his attention,

but I was not expecting what I saw. It was the same guy from the yard sale, but he was empty-handed. Didn't he buy a few of the records? I had walked past a bus stop, and the man was now standing at it, so I honestly didn't think that he was following me. He just happened to be taking the bus, and that's where the stop was. My dog, Rocky, he was a rescue, but he kept part of his old life in him, which was a guard dog.

He was treated well, but he was very protective over me, which I think is why he was watching him so much. He's fine with people and actually quite friendly, but he always seemed more on edge when it was just me and someone else, especially men. It took him a while to get used to my boyfriend, so I just assumed that he was in guard mode. I just took a moment to pet him, tell him that it was okay, and we kept moving. If he saw that I was comfortable and not scared, he typically loosened up as well. We walked a little further when Rocky again stopped, and this time his tail was down and he was starting to do a soft growl. I immediately turned around, and to my surprise that same was a same. man was still behind us.

Now, I was starting to get curious. I had never seen this man before in my neighborhood. And now, he was heading for it, after going to the same yard sale that I had been to. I'm pretty sure he was at the sale before I was, so I know that he didn't follow me there, but why was he going this way now? So, I decided to try and test him. I live on a cul-de-sac, so instead of going straight up that street, I cut through a small park, which would then lead not only to another set of homes, but also into part of my backyard.

My thought was, unless this guy lived in one of those homes behind the park, or he was going to that park, he had no reason to cut through there, which would confirm if he was following me. So, I picked up my pace a bit, and most of the same. to Rocky that we needed to hurry. If I give him two quick pats on the back and say, come on, he knows that means to speed up. I think this also told him that something was wrong because he would walk further ahead of me

and watch behind me until I caught up. We got through the park, and I heard the crunch of gravel as he continued to walk through it. And once I made it past the first house, we ran. I again told Rocky to come on, and he began running with me. I tried to zigzag through the houses, hoping no one would come out and yell at me

for being in their yard, until I reached my backyard. Instead of going through the front door, I went through the back, locked it, and then closed the blinds. After dropping the bag in the leash, I cracked open the blinds to see if I could see the guy,

and sure enough, I did. Thankfully, he did not see me, though. He was looking at one of the houses, houses I had circled, but he was watching it intently. I'm pretty sure he was thinking that I went into it by the way he was looking at it. So now I was curious, and yeah, pretty alarmed that this guy was obviously following me. I would like to think I would have noticed, but if not for Rocky, I'm not so sure than I would have. Anyway, I calmed myself down by calling my boyfriend and telling him what had happened, and he said,

suggested that I call the cops. I told him that if I continued to see him around, that I would, but since he seemed to walk away, or at least out of sight, I wanted to let it go. I know that that was probably stupid. Later that night, I was relaxing in the living room, doing not much of anything. My living room has one window that has a dark and heavy curtain on it, and I typically kept it closed because it faced the sun,

and it would get really hot in the room when it was open. My front door also has a small window on it, but it was frosted over so you couldn't see in or out. However, you could see light, and it grabbed my attention when I saw my porch light kick on. It was motion-censored. I was not expecting anyone, as my boyfriend wasn't coming over that day,

so I had no idea who it could have been. But I also didn't have time to react, because immediately after, they started banging violently on my door. Between the banging and my yelping, Rocky was on all fours barking and snarling at the door. Whoever it was started yelling at me to open the door. Like hell I was going to do that. I grabbed my cell phone and yelled for Rocky as I ran to the back door and called the cops. They kept me on the phone until the police arrived, but it certainly didn't make me feel any safer.

as I relayed everything that was happening to the operator. He would bang on the door, bang on the window, and he would even walk around and bang on the windows all around my house, making me panic more. Did I actually have all the windows locked? There was no way he could get in, right? After what felt like an eternity, the operator told me that the police were there,

and I could hear other people's voices shouting. After a while, someone came to my door and identified themselves as the police, so I opened it. The cop explained to me what the man had told him, and without seeing who it was, I knew who it was. It was the guy from the yard sale. He had told the cops that I stole the records from the sale, and that I ran home with them, which is why he was there now. Once he mentioned the records, I figured it all out. I was so confused but all so angry. He looked at those records twice,

and then he encouraged me to buy them before walking away. Now he's telling the police that I stole them? And what was I supposed to do? I got them from a yard sale, so it's not like I had a receipt or any proof of purchase. However, the cop was very kind. She explained that the burden of proof was on him, that he had to show proof that he owned them and, well, he couldn't.

I even told them the place that I got them from so I could go back the next day, even with them, to prove that I bought them. But they said that it wasn't necessary. They went back to talk to him, and after some time, they came back to me, since I said that I wouldn't press charges to update me on the situation. The man was told that he needed to be. needed to leave then, and that if he came back, he would be charged with trespassing. Part of me even considered for a moment just giving him the records, if it would diffuse the situation,

if that would just make him go away, I was willing to do it. But then I started thinking, this man was so angry about this that he was willing to follow me home. Either leave and come back or then linger around for hours. terrify me and my dog and then accuse me of stealing them? Why should I? If he even approached me during the sale about one-ing-one or something, I wouldn't have bought them. In fact, I only did so because the owner offered me the whole collection.

So, yeah, maybe some people would find it petty of me, but I decided against it. Once the police left, I called my boyfriend again and told him about what happened. He ended up coming over that night after all. I had no other events that evening or afterwards either, thankfully. I was still in a mix of emotions from that experience. Angry that he accused me of stealing, terrified that he was willing to follow me home and do God knows what if he caught in,

and confused that this was all over a few records at a yard sale. Some people are just too much for me, and it gives me all the more reason. to love living alone with my dog. It started with me getting home from a hot day in the sun from working all day. I was very exhausted, so I decided to lay down. I didn't sleep too long. I woke up, I felt really thirsty, so I went into the kitchen to grab a glass.

I filled my glass halfway with water. I won't drink a whole glass of water at the moment. I didn't drink it up to this day. I don't know why I didn't drink it then, but instead I put it down. I walked to the living room to get to my bedroom. I had to walk through my sister's room, and as I walked through the room, my sister and her boyfriend were sitting there chatting. I said, hey, but they continued to chat like they couldn't hear me, so I just ignored it.

When I got into the living room, forgetting what I had come in there for, I just said screw it, going back to bed. I'm tired. As I walked back through the room, I was like, hey, y'all, yeah, again. And they ignored me. I thought they were just being funny. I said I'm too tired for this, so I turned around and I looked at the glass of water. I said that I really needed to drink it because I was thirsty, so I drink the water that I put down on the counter.

As I walked into my room, I turned to look at my bed. I could see myself there. I saw my whole body lying on the bed. I got scared. I jumped back as I did. I felt myself wake up and it felt like a nightmare. It was like that was the craziest dream that I have ever had, so I got up to go to the bathroom. I walked through the kitchen and noticed the glass was still there, but was empty where I drank my water.

I said that's weird, but maybe somebody else put it there after they drank some water. But why in the same spot? So I walked back into my sister's room again, and there they were all chatting, and I said, Did y'all hear me a while ago? They were like, no, we didn't hear anything. So it freaked me out that they were actually talking to me now. I then go back to my room, and I sit on my bed and wonder, was I dreaming? But if I was, why was the cup in the same spot that I left it?

I'm going on vacation out of country on Sunday. and I was packing my bag today to go visit my family for the weekend, a few hours away from where I go to college. I went to put my retainer in the bag and my case was in the usual spot, but it was empty. So I tore my entire room apart. Nothing. Then I asked my girlfriend to come over.

We searched my entire house high to low for an hour and still nothing. I had to leave as I was heading out of town, so my girlfriend stayed and looked for another three hours, and she found absolutely nothing. And I mean as far as every item of clothing and every drawer, garbage, under furniture, and side furniture, and completely tore the two beds apart. I am absolutely so confused.

I only live with my girlfriend. I didn't wear my retainer for the last couple of nights because I've been sick, and I never bring it out of the house. I definitely wore it a couple of evenings ago, because we both remember me wearing it, but not while I was sick. And if I did wear it, it was not out of the house. I haven't worn it out of the house in years. We've had no visitors come. Our house is very clean and organized, and we completely flipped over every piece of it.

And now I'm feeling paranoid that I'm either losing my mind or I have like a ghost. My hairdryer and perfume went missing in the last two weeks as well, but I assumed I left at home at my parents' house. Guess I'll find out soon. And I'm not saying it's not a theft, but we have security cameras, and my town is extremely small. Crime rate is extremely low. It's not even existent.

I lock my doors every day when I go to work, and nobody's living in our basement or walls. I would be shocked if somebody broke into my house, to steal a hused retainer. I'm just so confused. So, to give you a little bit of background information on this story, which is 100% true, I would like to start with the fact that I am European. I posted another story a couple of months back about something that happened to me in

Tuscany, Italy. As for me and my friends in this story, we are from Spain. and when this happened, the end of September 23, we were fairly new to the USA. I moved here a while back for law school, and so did my friends. We'd been living here for a few months and decided to explore the nature of this beautiful continent, as we all live in NYC. So, long story short, we decided to go on a road trip to Canada, drive around Lake Ontario, and then drive back to NYC, through upstate New York. I'm a male and my friends were three females.

For the sake of anonymity, let's call them Lisa, Anna, and Charlotte. Everything went super smooth until the last night. So, for our last night, we had rented an off-grid cabin in a remote area in the woods in upstate New York. To give some locals an idea, we were like half an hour dry from Harrisburg, I think. Me and Lisa had decided to spend one night in this cabin because it was one with nature. The cabin was super old, made from log wood, and there was no running water or electricity. Both me and Lisa had experience with survival in the wild in Europe.

I, for myself, had been a Boy Scout my whole life, and even was a scout leader for a while. Our other two friends were, as much as I love them, Purebred City Girls. They had pretty much zero experience with camping, or to just be in a place where there is no service for the phones, as was the case in this cabin. We had been driving all day to get there, and when we reached the beginning of the forest, it was already past 10 p.m. And it was really dark that night. While driving to this place, we lost internet connection with the GPS, and so I had to drive to the cabin on intuition, paired with a good old-fashioned. map, hoping for the best while trying to drive safe on these muddy trails. It was also rainy the whole day.

On the way there, Anna and Charlotte were in the back of the car, and the moment they lost phone service, they got pretty uneasy for the rest of the ride. All of a sudden, in the pitch black darkness of the forest, we all saw a campfire. But there were no houses around, nor people. Just a campfire. a well-organized one since the fire was not spreading, and it was not as big as a bonfire. It kind of startled all of us, as this was a little bit weird since there was no one around, and we were really deep in the forest already.

Plus, it was getting very late. When this happened, we also reached the end of the trail, and we figured we had taken the wrong trail at the crossroads before. So I turned around, and we were on. our way again. Half an hour later and a couple of wrong trails later, we finally had arrived at our destination, as we could finally see the first glimpse of this godforsaken cabin in the middle of nowhere. To give you an idea of how old it was, the bathroom was made out of wood and was outside the cabin. When we arrived, it was still raining, and both Anna and Lisa were definitely not in the mood for getting out of the car, and to get into the cabin,

with zero lights. So, me and Lisa left the lights at the car on and went inside the cabin, while also using our phone flashlights to check the cabin out, and see if we could find any old flashlights, which we did, and to see if we could turn on the fireplace, which we didn't, because all the wood was still wet from the rain, and it seemed as if no one had prepared dry wood anywhere. So, with a couple of old flashlights and a small improvised fire I managed to make in the stove, we all four got in the cabin and I started to make some pasta for us. Meanwhile, the girls were preparing the beds and closing the windows since it was already cold in this part of the state.

The cabin had a small ladder which led to an elevated room slash space with a bed where all three of the girls could fit in, and I would sleep downstairs in a bunk bed that seemed older than the First World War. While making pasta, Anna, one of the city girls, came up to me, and knowing that both Lisa and Charlotte did not like to hear anything scary at night, told me that she had seen an old cemetery in the middle of the forest on the way to our cabin, and that she had seen a figure walking around there. I first laughed it off as nothing. As I mentioned in my previous story, I do not consider myself a big believer of scary stuff. Being from Spain, we take promises very serious. To swear on God is very serious for us, and she swore to God that she was not lying.

I told her then that I believed her, but that there was no need to panic, as I would lock all the doors when we would go to sleep. We had some pasta, managed to make a couple of smores, which, are lovely, by the way, and drink a couple of beers. Or at least I did. They all had just one. I can assure you that I am not drunk after a couple of beers and that I would never start to hallucinate. Just saying in case anyone thinks that I saw stuff because of the beer.

They all three went to sleep pretty early after finishing the smores and their beer, and I considered that I really love the outdoors and that I don't really mind a little bit of rain. Then I decided to take my last beer and flashlight outside to the front porch, which was also very old and made of wood. And I sat myself down with my beer while enjoying the sound of rain and the lovely sight of not seeing a single light in the distance. I could greatly appreciate this, coming from NYC, and I just scanned the area around with my flashlight. There was nothing much really to see, besides a lot of trees and a small creek a little further away. All I could hear was the wind, the rain and the running water down in the creek. That was until I suddenly heard what I would describe as a weird roar.

The first thing that came to mind was a bear. But I had researched well before our trip, and I knew bears were not common at all in this part of the state. I also know what a bear roar would sound like, and it did not resemble a lot, except for the fact that it was a really deep roar, if you get what I mean. startled but not really scared i continued to scan the rest of the forest for as far as i could see from the porch it was then when my eye caught the glimpse of a figure well hidden deep into the tree line i would describe the figure as tall as a reference i'm six foot four and i thought this thing was at least a foot or two higher than me it was well hidden because with its brown fur that's what i think it was at the least or the skin in an case, blended in well with the trees in autumn. It was definitely aware of our presence, as I saw two eyes glimpsing into my flashlight. I could not tell you what it was, but I swear to God that it was not a bear. It was bipedal, and had rather long arms, I would say. We looked at each other

for what seemed like an eternity, but in reality it was more like five seconds before it vanished behind a tree, and I heard another roar. It was then when I felt all of my hair stand up, and I was definitely very much scared. I went inside as quick as I could, and locked all the doors and closed all the curtains. I quickly went to bed and tried to wave it off as just my exhaustion of driving all day, playing tricks on my mind. But I promise you that this was very real. after an hour or so I had calmed down and finally fell asleep.

The rest of the night was uneventful, and the next morning when I went to relieve myself, after having drank the beer the night before, the weather had cleared and it was rather sunny. And as far as I could see, the forest was calm and beautiful. No sight of any animals or anything abnormal. We had a nice breakfast that morning, and left for our way back to the city that never sleep. and so ends also my story of that night. I never talked about what I saw that night because I know that all three girls did not like to hear scary stories. And I figured, after these months, that this was the best place to share it.

If anyone has an idea of what it could have been, feel free to enlighten me, especially if it's backed up with rational reasoning. I was working for a hospital system that included two. adult hospitals and one children's hospital all connected by ground floor tunnels and or sky bridges I was at the children's hospital all day this day and on their trauma team they got the level one center which means they deal with life-threatening emergency situations stabbing's gunshots and serious auto accidents etc the day was so slow and nothing was happening a good thing I knew I should seize the opportunity to get my second shift lunch.

And as we had not been busy, a MedTech and I had talked our heads off about crazy happenings, like this show does and we related many strange happenings. I told her that I had a bizarre ability to know when people touched something of mine. She looked at me probably doubting my sanity. I thought at the time at least. When my dinner time arrived, I went across the pedway to another hospital that was physically connected but not related.

We'd always think the lunches were better at the other hospitals. We'd see a mass migration from theirs to our hospital and ours to theirs. So the pedways were literally several blocks long, and therefore contained necessary emergency phones. Suddenly, I stopped dead center in the pedway and dialed the four numbers to reach the lab and the med tech answered. I said, put my rosary back into my purse. And yes, I felt it.

She was super freaked out about how I could have possibly known. Well, I told her. It's never too early to plan your summer story in Europe with WestJet, from rolling countryside to cobblestone streets. Begin your next chapter. Book your seat at westjet.com or call your travel agent. WestJet, where your story takes off. This was something that happened to me quite some time ago, and believe me, I have learned my lesson.

As many people do, I love having nice, sometimes high-end things, be it clothing, accessories, or even just some home decor. However, I do not like paying full price for such items. I tend to love them even more when I can brag that I got it for half the price or close to it. This is why I love going to community yard sales in those posh gated communities. They're always getting rid of that kind of stuff because it doesn't fit the theme of their living room, or it's no longer in style. And at least the ones I go to, they'd rather just see the stuff gone than try to get some of their money back. This is how I end up with a lot of the stuff I have. I have a very nice lamp set, and even a matching bedframe and dresser because of it.

Those are just my favorite items. Anyway, this is how I got myself into a bit of temporary trouble. Now, in a lot of these gated communities, you may get some kind of pass to be there, and some homeowners may even have their own sign-in sheets. It was typically pretty simple. They just require you to put your name and a phone number. And I never had troubles before putting my first name, last initial, and phone number. I'm sure it was just to keep track of the outsiders in case anything went awry.

But it was a small price to pay to get to those items that I wanted. I drove around the homes, looking for the best things, when I spotted a nice house with tons of stuff across their half-circle driveway and their yard, in a path so as to not damage their lawn, of course. So I stopped, signed in with their little sheet, and made my way to the tables. As I approached it, I saw a couple standing near the garage under their little umbrella that they had set up. He had said something to the woman who was now smiling, and then she threw her head back to laugh and caressed his arm. She looked over at me and smiled, so I nodded and smiled back before looking back down at the table.

I ended up making my way to a few tables of clothing, and to no surprise, I found a lot of stuff that was in great condition. as well as high-end brands. Even better, a lot of it was my size. I started digging through the clothes when the man that I saw earlier, most likely the homeowner, approached, greeting me. He started with just some niceties, told me his name, holding out his hand, so I accepted and gave mine too.

I mean, I had signed his book, so no point in lying anyways. The conversation then turned to the jeans I was holding, and after looking at them, he said his wife's clothing would likely fit me, saying we looked close in size. I actually did tell him that they would, and in fact some would be a little too big, but they were still worth considering. This is where the conversation started to fall apart. He stepped back a little, eyeing me up and down, and said that I was definitely similar in size, but that I had bigger assets. I was taken aback by his comment, and all I could think to do was laugh and refuse to make eye contact. I held the pair of pants that I was holding close to my chest, waiting for him to stop gawking at me.

But, unfortunately, it didn't end there. He then stepped closer to me and said that his wife was also selling some other intimates, and then asked me for my bra size. I again laughed nervously, but told him that I wasn't interested. I tried to ignore him, but I could see from the corner of my eye that he turned around to look towards his house and then turned back to me. He leaned on the table and said, Look, my wife is really into you, and then invited me back to their house later that night. Absolutely horrified at this point.

I dropped the pants, said that I wasn't interested and made a beeline from my car, feeling his eyes on me the entire time. I felt gross and creeped out. Who hits on another person right in front of their spouse? But here's where it got worse. I started getting texts from an unknown number. They were calling me pet names, saying some fairly raunchy things,

and that even led to pictures. You can guess what kind of pictures. It didn't take long for me to figure out who it was. I did fill out the sign-in sheet with my first, name and phone number. Before the picture started, I tried to just ignore him, thinking that if I didn't respond, he would eventually get bored. But once I started getting the pictures, I had to put a stop to it. If he was willing to do this, who knew how far he would be willing to take it? Not to mention he had a wife. She deserved to know what he was up to. The next day, I drove to the area and was able to get in with

little trouble. It was a Monday, so the community sales were over, but I told them that I was there to pick up a larger item that I had bought the previous day and that they could even confirm for my previous check-in. So I got through and slowly drove down the street, looking for the right house. It didn't take me long to spot it. Thankfully, they had a unique yard ornament that stuck out to me. There was a small silver car in the driveway, and based on the size, and the few personal items I saw inside it, I assumed it belonged to a woman, and hoped that that meant she was home and home alone. I rang the doorbell, and thankfully the same woman from the yard sale answered.

I told her that I wanted to speak to her about a sale that she had the other day, and she even said that she remembered seeing me there. I had a slight chill worried that if what he said was true and she was in on this too. but just in case I stayed in the doorway refusing to go in when she offered I pulled out my phone and started to explain her husband's behavior

during the sale I then went into the texts and looed photos that I had been receiving and even showed them to her pointing out the phone number specifically and asking her if she recognized it the whole time she had such a bewildered look on her face and if anything

it made me feel like she had no idea this was happening. I felt bad to lay this all on her, but also felt good about calling him out. But then her response had me sharing the confusion. She told me that her husband was long gone, and that the phone number that was texting me, and the man at that sale, was actually her son. Oh, and not to mention, he also was not married. She did, however, apologize for his behavior

and said that she would handle the situation, telling me that the house was hers and he was not only living there, but she paid his phone bill. She then went on to tell me a few other, probably embarrassing things about him, before hugging me and sending me off with the homemade cinnamon roll. It was probably the best one that I've ever had. True to her word, the text and pictures stopped that day.

I can only imagine the conversation that must have taken place between the two of them. If you asked me if I expected the situation to play out like that, I would tell you never in a million years. But now, I have the best example of speaking up about a disturbing and creepy situation. Maybe he would have given up, and maybe it wouldn't have moved past text or calls. But there was that chance that it could have escalated. so I'm thankful that I took action, and so did his mother.

And nowadays, those gated communities that have sign-ins at the entrance with security, if they ask for my contact info, I give a fake number. I'll do whatever it takes to not put myself in that situation again. I just listened to one of your stories about a man and his daughter, freaking out about a telepathic experience. As for me, I've always found telepathy. normal. My mother and sister and father have often been on long car drives, unwinding and relaxing, just flexing our minds. Nothing that we were previously discussing at all would suddenly come up in a

comment or sometimes a question about something. And fast forward to when I was in my 20s, I worked for a general dentist who did a wide variety of procedures, as he also taught at the University of Louisville Dental School. My job description was to anticipate what the dentist would need, and we did this by knowing the procedures we were about to do, and the included normal steps, but also anticipate different scenarios. If I saw things were going a certain way,

I could simply use my educated logic to determine alternate methods we might use. I pretty quickly realized that the closer that your head is to another person's head, that you could read their mind. It may sound strange, but now technology by the name of Near Field refers to messaging another person's phone with yours. The human brain is way faster than any computer. Well, I can tell you that, often,

I would know something that the dentist was thinking unrelated to any dental procedure. I concluded that it's because your mind is really free when you are doing something you know well how to do, and are physically doing it. It's the same when you're around people in your family, or that you trust. It just flows.

I was coming home late one night and had no intention of stopping, but I felt my mom think, get me five white castles. I got this message three times, so I did. I got into the door to find a little sack of five right on top of our stove. I'd gotten it a little wrong, I guess. In later years, as bizarre as this sounds, I found it wasn't just when people's heads were near to one another.

It could be way across the expanse of ground, but I could pick up someone's creepy vibe when I worked campus security, and now I can feel something or someone before I can even see them. A couple of nights ago, my little mixed terrier barked ferociously as I walked across the street, several feet, to my mailbox. and I too seemed to have a very strong aversion to moving forward. I have good night vision.

I finally just stopped mid-step. Suddenly, I saw that I was right on top of a young man in all black with his hoodie up over his head and face pointed downward. Basically, he was invisible because of his black garb and low level of light. And my dog likely smelled him, but I felt his presence. My grandmother would routinely know when her half-brother's daughter would be calling. We were in Kentucky, and Helen, her niece, was in Hawaii. She'd say, Helen's going to call me tonight, so pick up the phone and say hi, Helen. Did she say she was calling? I would ask ignorantly.

No, I felt her think it. It would ring in a couple of hours. Hello, Helen. Who's this? Carla. How did you know I was going to call? Grandma said that you would a couple of hours ago. Or my dad, near the end of his life, was bed-bound, and could not see outside. I came home from work, and he said, You have a new car.

It's red, like the Camaro, but it's not your Camaro. No one had seen it yet. I had actually gotten it on my way home the night before, and left before his caregiver arrived hours later. I said, yeah, it's an ultimate coop, red. but he was able to see it. He also warned me not to go to a little tool shed, shaped like a barn, because it was dangerous and buzzing with hornets, he said.

Looking in the window, I saw nothing, but it was later discovered that an empty new trash can held a humongous hive of some mud-dobber bees. He couldn't go or see outside, nor could you see it while looking in, but they were there. I feel that is what's called remote viewing in those two instances, and the white castles were telepathy, as well as my grandmother and her niece. To me, that's the way we always used to communicate in our family before cell phones. Anyone else experienced that as a normal way you and your mom or siblings routinely communicated,

or was it just me? Anyway, it's not creepy to me, but rather, Comforting. Hello, everyone. I live in rural Southwest Virginia, in Appalachia, and heard odd whistling in the woods a few days ago at night. It started when I was playing airsoft alone in the woods at about 7 p.m. in almost pitch black. I live a lonely existence, and was walking around the woods behind my house. I got to a clearing just on top of a hill and sat down to take a rest. Just when I sat down, I heard odd whistling. It was perfect, whistling, and whistled a tune that I had never heard before.

It was clear, and it sounded close, within 150 feet or less, and came directly from behind me. It would have had to have been in the woods, and near the property line with one of our neighbors. It instantly gave me the chills down my back, and I got the feeling of being watched. I, not being an idiot and having a brain, wasted no time and sprinting full speed down towards my house, hopping over rocks and limbs. The whistling stopped shortly after I got moving, but I still felt like I was being watched, and like something was off. I didn't see anything, when I did turn back to look while opening a gate, that is,

but that may be because of the darkness and the distance I had moved. I don't think it was a bird, as the leaves on the trees haven't regrown yet, and it still stays cold at night, and sometimes during the day. But I don't know much about birds. There were also no birds to be seen, and everything else was quiet. I also doubt that it was a person, as I heard no talking, no leaves crunching, no other noises. I should also mention the whistling started out of nowhere, and did not gradually. gradually get louder as if someone or something was moving closer while whistling. I should also mention that I've been in those woods a decent amount of my life, and have never

heard anything like it before, not even once. I was a bit tired, but I've been more tired before while being up in those woods at similar times, and I'm not one to hallucinate. The situation still gives me the chills when I think about it. I've had the feeling of being watched before in those woods, but those feelings have never been so intense and extreme as that one night. I was hoping that someone could know what it was. Was it an animal? Maybe.

But we, me and my family, have dogs around the house, and most wild animals stay away. And I haven't really seen anything outside of a bear or two and some deer in the woods. I should also mention the dogs occasionally. bark randomly into the woods, but they weren't really barking at that moment when the whistling happened. I was hoping that someone could identify what it was. Maybe, if there's even enough information. And I'm not saying that it was paranormal, but I'm not saying that it was just a wild animal either.

Also, apologies for typing so much. I just want to make sure that all the details are included. I should also mention that the neighbors aren't exactly close. and they would have no reason to be out in the woods at night. No known trail cams or anything like that. I'm really new to these parts of Reddit and paranormal, so I'll try to describe my story as good as I can. One day, probably around five to six years ago, I was in the final years of elementary, and around 14 to 15-year-old me and a few of my friends went to this sort of lake a few kilometers,

away from our town slash village. We rode on bikes. It usually took us around 25 minutes to get to the water, and to get there, you had to go through this road that was crossing a local ranch slash farm. Me and my best friend went ahead of the group, because we were faster, and we decided that we would wait for the rest at the crossroads of the ranch

and the two roads leading into the woods. We stopped at the crossroads, looked around for a few minutes, and when we looked at the direction of the road leading deep into the woods, we saw something. I got shocked. My heart ached from the eerieness that I felt.

I saw a creature that looked like a large black horsehead with a sort of black cloak, and after a few seconds the creature disappeared. After the years, I can't remember if it just vanished in the blink of an eye or ran away. But when we looked back at each other to make sure if the other one saw it as well, we both were scared as hell, and confirmed we both saw it.

We decided to go further to look at the road where the creature was at, because the road was kind of on a hill, so we didn't see behind it too much, because it went right down after a few meters. It was gone, nowhere to be seen. So it completely erased the possibility that it was just, a horse from the ranch, even though we knew it looked nothing like a regular horse. When the others caught up, we didn't say anything because no one would believe us.

Or maybe we did, I don't remember much after that. And then I almost forgot about this whole incident until a few months back, when I saw some TikToks with my girlfriend about Skinwalkers and Wendigows. When I remembered that day and the creature, I instantly started to freak out on the inside. Could that creature be something like that? I searched up that Windegos are Native American mythology, and they probably aren't in Europe, central or eastern. So what was that then? Today I reunited with the few of my friends from elementary and with my old best friend, and I brought this up, to see if he still remembers.

He said he does. A black horse-headed, giant, thing. I got the chills because I realized it really did happen back then, and I have a witness. So, I decided to finally address this thing, and this sub seemed like the place for it. If you have any ideas of what this could have been, I would appreciate any help. I'm new to the community, but I joined right after what just happened, and I'm pretty sure I may have encountered something. I've been hiking through forests all day, and I thought I saw something odd out of the corner of my eye earlier. But I figured it was a peaceful entity because I got no weird vibes, and I was walking peacefully and respectfully through the forest.

I'm staying in a little pension B&B-type place, and I started feeling really off. And my general vibe was weird, so I wanted to reset by meditating in their garden. While looking at the stars and stating my wishes and goals during my mindfulness process, I start hearing what sounds to be a cat yowling. And I'm one to always help an animal in need, but this yowling started to echo and sound really odd. Almost distorted and really messed up, so I immediately went back inside. What makes this even more creepy, which is why I came in here to get opinions rather than just move on from it and go to sleep? leap, is that my mom, who I am here with, saw something earlier and yelled, what the hell is that?

And she said that she saw a fox, mink, rat creature underneath a stop sign. She later described it as a cat, but really low to the ground. But I live in the Czech Republic and you don't really see minks around here. Me and my brother were confused because we didn't see anything, and then she said, let me go up to it. Maybe I can scare it. And keep in mind, I think she's pretty in touch with good and bad omens. She's a powerful woman, and won't take crap from anyone if she doesn't want them to. And she would never want to scare a random innocent creature. But I gather that her intuition told her that running up to it and scaring it away was the right thing to do.

Because then she said that it scurried into the bushes. Supposedly. I never saw it, nor hurt it. Another neighbor later asked us if we were looking for a cat, which means that this howling was the third or fourth connection to something weird. So maybe when I was alone outside, this entity thought that it could get my attention through howling and sounding like it was in pain? I don't know exactly, but I did know to come inside immediately,

because that howling was demonic, and I did not want to help whatever sound, was coming from multiple directions. Opinions? I, a young adult, female, had been to many a Halloween party and nightclubs we'd hung out in over time. They would have the best costume prizes, and the music where we went was fantastic.

I loved to fast dance, so I would stick to beer and keep hydrated and happy, and then I'd easily be sober to go home. But I'd pass that phase, now in my late twenties. Some of my best friends had even moved away, making me feel empty. I now dated a guy who was a bit older, and had at that time met a brother of his and his wife. They were really nice. I started finding his wife, Lee, enjoyed some of the same hobbies as I did, and the conversation between us always really flowed.

We made fast friends. She adored Halloween and had a great sense of humor. was very talkative, fun, and creative. She asked if I'd come to her Halloween party that she and her husband were hosting, and they would have a bonfire on their land and cook out and grill some steaks. It sounded fun. First, my date wouldn't come, because he was adamantly opposed to Halloween due to his convictions. I later wisely dumped him.

I liked the hostess so much, though, and we'd often meet for lunch during my break from work. which was a whole hour long. At one of our lunches, Lee begged me to come whether the guy I was dating wanted to go or not, and I agreed. I decided upon being a fuchsia-colored butterfly with these giant sequined wings.

I actually looked really good. I met many of their friends, all fun and open to talking to me, but they all already knew one another, and apparently went to some church together, which was fine. But honestly, they were all too old for me, and talked about things that I couldn't care less about. I was never so bored as they laughed at what seemed nothing much.

Here I sat without even a simple highball or a glass of wine and ever heavier butterfly wings. Costumes are much more fun when you've had a few beers or something. I mused to myself. Hell, I didn't know this was going to be a try party, I was thinking. They were all tea-totlers, I thought. I felt hungry and was sick of the Diet Coke that I was sipping, disappointed. The house was newly built and very artistically decorated. The basement we were in had big windows with curtains,

and the floor was carpeted, and it was beautiful. She'd placed her mechanical witch on the hearth of the fireplace, and since she loved cats, as I do, had several cat figurines and pumpkins scattered about tastefully. Suddenly, everyone got the word. The bonfire was ready, and people stood all at once to ascend the steps and then go outside to the backyard. I began to stand up then and was really struggling with my wings. They were so bulky and long, and now everyone was ahead of me leaving.

I got them off and then put them aside to go upstairs when someone poked me kind of hard in my back. turning, thinking I was the last person upstairs, I saw the mechanical witch. She then moved her machinery around a little, moving her head and then stopped. I knew she'd stopped working a couple of years ago, but it had been the end of her broomstick. I wasn't really near her, I thought,

as a deep feeling of dread flooded over me. All I can say was that the air around me felt pressurized. and I caught up to the other people to join in putting hot dogs on coat hangers and marshmallows, and just being glad I was out of that damned basement. I ended up leaving my wings, and I didn't look back. Hey there, friends, I hope that you enjoyed this collection of scary stories on this episode of the As the Raven Dreams podcast. If you did, make sure that you follow the podcast,

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For as little as a dollar a month, you can get early access to all of my content in audio format. The content's a little different, as it's based on what I upload to my YouTube side, but it's the same stories, just in different collections of stories than how they're presented here. 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.

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