As The Raven Dreams Podcast - ATRD Ep. 141 - Crazy Ex Lover & Strange And Scary Horror Stories

Episode Date: September 14, 2024

Today, on the 141st episode of the As The Raven Dreams podcast, we have 10 True Chilling stories. These stories come from the shadowy corners of reality, where everyday life takes an eerie twist & ordinary people experience the extraordinary. Today we will be diving into Crazy Ex Lovers as well as a mix of 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... Angela, Meagan, Shane Turner, Addy Waples , Whit, April Vandale, Michael D, Robert Jenkins, DS, Redentio 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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has the option to rate the podcast or leave a comment, please consider doing so. And as always, thank you. So, I have a story about when my girlfriend and I broke up back in the late 90s. I'm happily married now with a kid, so it doesn't bother me as much to talk about it, but there was a point in time where this story really bothered me. Not because it was super creepy, but because this person I was in love with was so quick to turn, well, crazy. A small bit of context.

This was the late 90s. I was about 23 at the time of this happening. I was dating this girl named Maddie, and I was genuinely in love with her. We'd been dating for two years at the time of all this. We didn't live together, but we did stay at each other's place a few times. She still lived with her parents, which made that a bit awkward. But there was nothing beyond. that. We hadn't spoken about our future together or anything like that. We didn't mention

marriage or kids, and at no point was there any indication, at least for me, that she was unhappy with things. As far as I could tell, we were a decently happy couple. We were still young, still had a lot going on in life, and we saw each other pretty frequently. I was happy with how it was, and sure, I wanted to consider moving forward with her, maybe moving her into my place to see how that went, but I wasn't in any rush, and I thought that would be a future issue. And the story starts in the dumbest way, with a scratch-off ticket. I had stopped at a gas station to fill up my tank one night, and for some dumb reason, I had bought a few scratch-off tickets. Much to my surprise, I had actually stopped in exactly when fate wanted me to, and I won something like 200 bucks. It wasn't much, but it was more than I'd ever won in a lottery, so I was over the moon.

My immediate thought was, I should take Maddie on a date night, thinking I should go ahead and blow this $200 on a nice dinner and a movie or something. Just something to show that I appreciated her. So the next day I called her and we were talking about things, and I mentioned that we should go out that Friday. I made a comment about how the universe wanted us to splurge a little, mentioning that I had won the money on the scratcher, and she laughed and said something about it being fate. Nothing that was said was a red flag. I thought we were both joking when we were saying these things. Come to find out, Maddie was pretty well dead set on the idea of it being fate. something I would come to find out that Friday night.

So I got dressed up in my nicest clothes, which weren't nice to be honest. Again, I was a dumb kid still at that point. I called Maddie, told her I was on my way, and then went to pick her up. She looked great. She was dressed up way beyond what I was, and I was elated that we were going to spend this time together. We decided on dinner first. that we would go eat and then check out what was playing at the theater, which sounded like a solid plan to me.

She wanted to go to a decently expensive place. I agreed, told her that it was a great idea, and we headed out to eat. We got to the restaurant, I played the gentlemanly role and opened her door for her, and we walked to the front with our arms linked. Basically, we were pretending to be a wealthy couple that was madly in love. which is exactly what I wanted to do that night. We sat down, we ordered, and we talked about whatever it was that we talked about.

She even ordered a glass of wine to, quote, celebrate the occasion, which was a weird thing for her to say at the time, but I didn't think much of it. We ate our food, and around the end of the meal, the waiter came with the check. I remember making a joking comment about,

oh, allow me to get that, my dear, Just being silly. I put the money in the check thing, handed it back to the waiter, and told them to keep the change. And then made a comment about how we should get going so we could check out what movies were playing. I started to stand up, and she reached out and grabbed my hand, letting out a slight chuckle while staring at me with this look of expectation. I sat back down and stared at her for a moment, just awkwardly sitting in silence, until a few moments later when her smile. faded. I asked her what was wrong, if everything was okay, and she looked back to me and asked, aren't you forgetting something? I looked around at the table and then around the restaurant

trying to figure out what she meant. I even checked my pocket to make sure that I had my wallet, then looked at her and said, no, I have everything. She just stared at me like I had kicked her dog. Like me saying no was the equivalent of me telling her that I hated her and wished she was dead. And to her, maybe it was, but to me, I was just confused about what it was I was forgetting. We sat there just staring at each other for an uncomfortable amount of time, before I asked her what she actually meant. Her face became angry and she stood up and basically stomped off like a child out of the restaurant. I followed her because I was so confused about what I had done wrong. She got to my car and immediately yelled at me to take her home.

I asked her what about the movie, and she threw out several expletives about how she didn't want to go to the movies, that she just wanted to go home. I said okay, and just got in the car. The second I got the car on the road, she started in on me, yelling about how I was a manipulative a-hole, how I was a jerk, how she hated me. Just so many things that made zero sense to me. I asked her what the hell I had done and why she was so mad.

And she screamed something at me that I never could have expected. You didn't propose to me like you were supposed to. I stared out at the road, my jaw clenching. She then mentioned that I had said that it was fate, that we were supposed to be together, that she expected me to propose because of my comment about the universe wanting us to go out on this date, and that by not proposing,

I had manipulated her. I want to reiterate that we had been dating for two years, and she had never acted like this. We'd had small arguments, but she was always very reserved, and they never turned into shouting. I told her that I never said anything about proposing to her, that my universe comment was a joke

because I had randomly won a little bit of money, so we could afford an expensive date. Not that I wanted to get married. She started yelling about how I was supposed to propose, that we were supposed to be getting married, and then asked me if I even wanted to get married to her. Apparently, I hesitated to answer too much, because it was less than a second or two later

when I felt the stinging blast of pepper spray in my face. Yes, in her infinite wisdom and anger, because I didn't immediately say I wanted to marry her, Maddie grabbed her pepper spray off of her bag and blasted me, the person driving the car at 40-ish miles per hour in the face. Of course, we were in the car together, with the windows up, so she got hit by it too. I don't really know what her end goal was other than to just kill us both in a fiery car crash.

I panicked because I couldn't see or breathe, and I tried to break and swerve out of the road as quickly as I could, just to stop myself from smashing into another car. I ended up hitting a light pole, thankfully not at full speed. Neither of us were hurt. My airbags didn't even deploy, but my car had a good amount of damage to the front end. I jumped out of the car, gasping for air and trying to figure out what to do with my eyes, Maddie did the same, but even though she was dealing with the blowback from shooting pepper spray in a closed area, she was still screaming about how this was all my fault, how I had ruined her life.

While I was standing there and trying to compose myself, I looked over and saw the red and blue lights flash as a cop pulled up. That was fun, trying to explain the whole thing to the officer. I tried to tell him that we were dating, that we'd had an argument, and that she blasted me with pepper spray. She was screaming incoherently in between coughing fits about how I had ruined her life, that she hated me and so forth. Thankfully, my calm demeanor won out over my anger,

because the officer didn't take any action against me. They helped me to get a tow truck out to the scene, and were able to get us back to my place. When he left, I asked Maddie if she wanted to come inside to talk about it, but she actually slapped me and told me, told me that she had wished I had died when we crashed, then started walking. I know the right thing to do would have been to stop her and tell her not to walk home. It was a pretty good distance, several miles, but I didn't care anymore.

I told her to have a nice life, and I went inside my apartment. Then I took a shower and went to bed. Then I woke up the next morning to someone banging on my front door. I answered it, it was Maddie's dad, and Maddie was standing there behind him, crying her eyes out. I asked what he wanted, and he started yelling at me about how I had almost killed his daughter with my irresponsible driving, that I should have driven her home, blah, blah, blah. When he was finished, I simply asked him if she had told him that she pepper sprayed me while we were driving and that that was why we had crashed, and that when the tow truck got us here,

she slapped me and walked away when I invited her in, so that she didn't have to walk home. He paused, looked back at her and asked, why did you pepper spray him? Since she wasn't answering, I did. I told him about how she was mad because I didn't propose to her at dinner, so she maced me. He looked shocked at the whole thing,

which told me that she hadn't told him about any of it. He asked her if that was true, and she just nodded slightly. He looked back at me, then her again, and let out a heavy sigh before mumbling an apology and leaving. I'm not sure what she expected out of that situation, but it definitely did not go her way. Thankfully, that was the end of our relationship. She tried to call me to apologize, but I just told her that she could have killed us both

with what she did, and that I couldn't be with someone that was so willing to do something so stupid over such a small disagreement. And that was that. Thankfully, I wasn't hurt. And she wasn't hurt. But we both now have knowledge of what it's like to be pepper-sprayed. I ended up shelling out a good amount of money on my car to get all that fixed. The damage wasn't too extensive, so it was what it was.

I moved on, found someone else, and now I'm married and very happy, with my family. I hope that Maddie found her soulmate, and that they believe in fate like she does, and that she never decided to mace another boyfriend for not asking her to marry him at the exact time that she expected it. Hi, Raven.

I just discovered your channel, and this experience I had at work was one of a kind, to me. I've struggled being able to find a platform and the stories you share are incredible. Thank you. Some background. I'm a caregiver.

The title is specifically direct care provider for individuals with developmental disabilities. And I look after these people in homes, not called group homes, but ISLs. The most least restrictive environment possible. The extent of my care depends on the person from complete care to simply looking out for them like they were a child. treating them with as much dignity and respect as anyone else.

I love my job. I've made so many great memories with all of those that I have looked after. I get to work in a regular house instead of your standard work environment. The work is, for the most part, easy. It almost becomes a home away from home and you get familiar with the layout of the home quickly. My eight months working there, I swore than I had sensed or seen something old. ways from the corner of my eye, but I never thought it could have really been a spirit, until this night. The story happens in the first ISL I ever worked at back at 2016. I was quite new to the

field, but got the hang of it easily. It was a five-bedroom house with two levels. Three bedrooms were upstairs and two down the hall just across from the staircase. It was an open concept floor plan. We had four individuals under our care and the ratio is two to one, so I always worked with someone. I was in my eighth month working this field in this house and was quite familiar with all of whom lived here and who my coworkers were. As this was a while ago, some circumstantial details are fuzzy now, but not much. This particular night, I accepted a night shift last minute as relief staff couldn't come in. These ISLs require two staff to be present 24-7 day and night.

I'm happy to help. It's a pretty house, and I'm good at keeping myself busy with so much downtime. The only thing this company demanded is, do not fall asleep. To make sure of this, they warn us in training that house managers, sometimes directors, will enter the homes in the middle of the night to inspect and be sure that we are not sleeping. Did I mention we aren't allowed to lock the doors? Sometimes when management did this and found staff asleep, they'd go into the medicine room and take medications and promptly leave. I guess this was to teach us that someone can come in and break in and steal drugs at any moment,

so be on our guard? Looking back at this now, this was a major red flag. The work environment was definitely borderline toxic, and I was dealing with the a few moral dilemmas about whether I wanted to keep working there. I had witnessed a co-worker screaming at an individual under our care. This is relevant. They were screaming at this person to eat their food. When the individual got up feeling anxious, getting screamed at to eat, my co-worker ended up cornering them and they accidentally knocked something over and broke it.

It was then marked off as a behavioral incident in documentation. absolute broccoli salad. It was 100% staff-induced. These people are vulnerable as they cannot defend themselves. They don't have the freedoms we do as they cannot drive. We handle their medication. We help them get dressed. We bathe them.

We cook them meals. I remember stepping away to go to the bathroom and crying, feeling terrible for what I had just stumbled across. Our job is to protect these people. not scream at them. I reported my co-worker, and instead of getting fired like they were supposed to, they were moved to a different ISL. Great.

But just my luck, this co-worker was with me the night of my story. We had staffing shortages, and they figured it was safe since it was night. I was job-hunting at this point because I could not work for a company that was so shady. Abuse charges can blacklist you and get you into serious,

legal trouble, and I was scared of getting thrown under a bus, framed, just something. It was 10 p.m. All the individuals of the home were fast asleep, and my co-worker was in the living room feeling ill. They were complaining of chest tightness. Great. I was in the visiting room directly across from the stairs. I was lounging on the couch after a long day in my phone watching YouTube. Night shift involved plenty of downtime, which was great. With this said, I was of sound body in mind. I had nothing in my system and it wasn't too late. I wasn't drowsy. My face was on a screen watching a top 10 video. From just the peripheral of my vision, in the dimly lit house, there was a thin young man, no older than 19 that came down the

stairs. His dark hair was clean and parted to one side. As I remembered the rules, doors unlocked, managers even from other ISLs can stop by at any time, especially at night. I thought nothing of it, as they did sometimes hire people fresh out of high school as house managers. I simply assumed he was one of these managers doing an inspection. This man had come down the stairs, turned without looking, and said, hello, quite formally, like he just wanted to let me know he was there, then immediately turned down the hall like he was going to check on a sleeping individual. At this point, I was thinking, oh crap, my shoes are off and I was caught looking at my phone at work, which was silly, honestly, because nobody cared if you were on your phone at work with everyone else sleeping.

Still, I scrambled to put my sore feet back into my shoes and got up to full. follow in case they had any questions. To my surprise, he hadn't come back from turning into the hallway. There is no back door on that side of the home, just two bedrooms and a bathroom. I thought to myself,

maybe I missed him. Maybe he already moved to the living room and then the medicine room to inspect that. So I go and ask my co-worker on the couch where the young man went, and she was confused. The back door was in the kitchen, which was visible where we were standing.

The living room and kitchen were only divided by a long kitchen island counter, so if anyone had walked in, they would have definitely heard them coming in. She asked me if I was sure I saw someone and I said yes. Both of us looked for this phantom house manager, in all the bedrooms, and even outside. Nobody was there. That was also when I realized that this man had walked. his steps had been silent.

My co-worker started laughing at that point, teasing me about seeing a ghost. I don't think she believed me. I could tell by how dismissive she was, but to this day, I swear that's what I saw. I've spoken to a few other people about my experience, and they suggested that perhaps, this young man knew I was planning on leaving soon and wanted to make his presence known before I left. I think he knew something I didn't yet, but knew that I could see him if he wanted me to. I've now since changed companies, and the environment here is so much better. No toxic micromanaging, no spontaneous visits in the middle of the night or possible medication theft,

no abuse, or at least none that I've witnessed. This wasn't my first encounter seeing or sensing a ghost, but it was the most visual experience I ever had. Fast forward to present day, I work every Saturday overnight at this new company and at the same ISL, and have been there since 2017. Every now and then I've caught something or someone moving in the corner of my eye.

Sometimes I hear footsteps when everyone is asleep. This is a house, not an apartment, so it can't be a neighbor. Another ISL that I visited, I swear the basement is haunted. The presence wasn't as friendly, so I didn't stay there long. You get this sense, this feeling, you know. Also, one thing I want to mention is that I'm a school bus driver. In 2022, the morning after my father died, I briefly saw a shadow the shape of a man in my passenger mirror.

It was sitting in a seat but then vanished in the blamined. of an eye. I hadn't checked my phone yet to hear the voicemail message from my stepmother telling me he'd passed. He was 58 and died of Alzheimer's, way, way too young. I had lost my mom back in 2014, so I was officially parentless at 30. My dad loved watching ghost story shows on TV, so of course he had to mess with me one last time. I don't know why these little encounters happen. I'm not exactly a medium. I get the occasional flash image in my head, or sometimes I feel or hear a message that nearly feels telepathic.

My dad wasn't pleased when I told my husband how I felt, how he was such a man-child in life. He was. I was woken from a dead sleep from someone giving me some choice words, but that could have been a dream. It just hits me without notice and sometimes, at random, while awake. and I know it's not coming from me, but from somewhere or someone else. I apologize.

This is becoming a rambling session, but I'm just trying to make sense of it all. Maybe this man I legit saw and knew that I could see and just wanted to open my eyes. For whatever reason why, I'm thankful. I've endured a lot of loss, and I'm going to see more of it in days to come. it makes me feel more connected to those I've lost, knowing that they aren't far away. So, this story that I'm telling you just happened. I just came back from vacation, and it is my first day back.

I'm an EVS slash housekeeper, and my unit that I work in is the Nero-I-C-U housekeeping. I clean the rooms when patients are occupying them, or when they leave, and sometimes, the OR rooms, where they're doing surgeries. But anyway, I've always been sensitive to the paranormal, and I always attract the weirdos. I'm not sure why.

But I never have a dull moment because something is always happening. But yesterday I just came back from vacation, and it's my first day back. And I was kind of excited as I missed working. I get to my first room. The patient is in the room, so all I have to do is take the trash out and make sure they have soap, toilet paper, etc. I mop the floors every day and wipe down the rails of the beds. I walk in and I see an old, frail lady with a tube down her throat and wrist restraints.

Some patients need them because they get violent, or they are a hazard to themselves while doped out on painkillers. I softly knock and introduce myself. housekeeping my name is Whitney I'm going to tidy up your room for you today even though she was in a coma I still like to introduce myself because they can still hear you I finished cleaning and stalking up her rooms so I started mopping I got close to her bed to mop under her bed and she pulled her hand out of the restraint and tried to grab me it scared me so bad that I jumped her monitors started to beep really fast and and I started to hear a really low, deep gargling or growl coming from this lady. The nurses came in to check her out to make sure she was okay, strapped her hand back down and left while I finished up fast and went on with my business to the other rooms. During my shifts when I would walk past her room,

I could feel this eerieness, and I felt super unsettled, and you could hear the low gargling. sometimes people who are connected to tubes will make weird noises, but this one just felt different. The next day, which is the day that I'm writing this, the same day, something really unsettling happened. I'm hiding in my janitor's closet trying to settle myself down as I just really wants to go home. But I walked to her room with my janitor cart, and I stood there for a bit trying to get enough courage to go in, but something is telling me to stop. But I can get a write-up if I don't clean every room on my list.

I took a deep breath and walked in, said housekeeping, and started taking her trash out, keeping my eyes low and not looking at her face. But I can see that she's still in restraints and still in a coma with a tube in her throat. Where her main trash can is, I have to turn my back towards her because it's right against her main door. but since it's the ICU doors, they're all glass. So I was replacing the bag when I looked up and saw my reflection. She was standing right behind me. I jumped, turning around screaming.

She had somehow pulled the tube out of her throat without gagging, making any noise and or setting off the monitors that are hooked up to her. She pulled out the IV and somehow got out of her restraints. I ran out of the room to the nurses. station, and this patient freaking followed me out of her room and was whispering my name. I cannot get her voice out of my head. It was super low and raspy. It sounded like something that would come out of a demon in a scary movie, not this tiny old lady. The nurses that were at the station jumped up grabbing her and asking her questions while ushering her back to her

room. We're all stumped how she did this, as it just doesn't make sense. Some of the nurses blamed me for helping her out, but at the same time I was only in there for not even five minutes, and plus they could see me through the glass doors. I went to lunch, unable to eat, of course. When I came back, she was gone. The old lady was gone. I asked where the patient in 301 went, and their eyes widened, and we started searching for her before calling security. We looked in all the patient rooms, bathroom, utility rooms, in the unit, when I had a feeling to look in my janitor's closet.

The only way to open this door is to have a key, which only the housekeepers have, and this door is kind of broken. So when you open it, it's super loud and makes a loud banging noise. I opened my janitor closet, and there she was, using the mop sink. I yelled for the nurses. We ended up cleaning my mop sink, and she was sent to her. to a different unit. I'm not sure which, and I wasn't going to really ask, but no one knows how this old lady opened the door without a key,

and how she opened it without making the banging noise. The door is super heavy. I'm 510 and 150 pounds, and I struggled to push this door open. So, how did this tiny, five-foot woman open this door? Anyway, I'm just rambling on. Thank you for telling my story. and remember that you matter and you are important.

And just be cautious in your workplace and at home. There are both good and crazy people out there. I have three crazy ex-girlfriend stories. One was a co-worker. She was bipolar and that was not the problem. It was that she would go off her meds from time to time. One time, out of the blue, she walked up to me and punched me in my arm. Thanks to the thick material of the jacket we wore, it only left a slight bruise, but it did hurt.

The other time she was off her meds again, but this time she bit me in my arm. Not a playful bite, either. She walked up and stood next to me. She was there for a few minutes, I think, when she leaned forward a little. I thought she was looking at the meat cooler when she turned her head and sunk her teeth into my arm. I swear if not for that jacket, she would have left a mark. That, too, really hurt. She didn't work there long after that.

The second one is short, as I don't remember much about her, except that I thought she was nice at first. Other than being rude, she wasn't violent that I saw. I broke up with her and found out from my sister-in-law that she was a stalker and would stand at the curb by our driveway and just stare at the house in the middle of the night. She only did this a few times and stopped. I don't know if they scared her off or what. The third one happened in 86 to 87.

My mom had people come in to help clean her house. One was a nice lady, and we would talk when she cleaned. We got along fine, at least, I thought. We dated for about six months. It was then that I started seeing what others already saw in her, but didn't know how to tell me that I would believe. I was in love with her. She was my third girlfriend.

I guess that was why I didn't see what she did was so wrong. We never cuddled on the couch, never kissed. We took a shower together, but she wouldn't even let me wash her back. In 87, I went close to Los Angeles from Oceanside to learn to drive semis. She had a job in L.A. in a bar. I was talking to her on the phone, and she told me that she quit the job as she knew that I wouldn't want her to drive to L.A. I asked if she had another job, and she said no, that I could take care of her. That one was the kicker, so I did. To the curb.

Then I found out she had no respect for others' property. The youngest son of my mom's boyfriend was living with us, and he told her to not go into his room. She did, and she threw away things that he wanted to keep. One time we went over to her friend's house and she let the cat outside. I found out her friend had already told her to not let her cat out of the house. I got a $5 gift in a birthday card and she got mad that I didn't give it to her. My mom told me after we broke up. Mom also fired her.

It was more that she looked like she was cleaning the house than doing actual cleaning. Then for several months, she would keep coming around to the house, demanding that I should take her back, saying, what about my feelings? That she needed me and I needed her. I mean, we're talking like four months or more. I kept telling her that I don't know about your feelings, but that this is how I feel. Then, I finally told her, I don't care about your feelings. We're through. You don't respect yourself or other.

Others. Now I see that you never loved me at all. She finally stopped coming by, and in December of 89, I left California for good and never saw her again. I've been debating whether to share this for a while, but the more I think about it, the more I think I should. It's not terribly creepy until the end, but it's definitely a crazy X story, and maybe sharing it will be a good thing. I don't know, but either. way, I'm sending it in now, so there's no turning back. This all happened about two years ago, back in 2022. A bit of background, I used to date this girl named Ashley, and we dated for about six months. I know that's not a very long time, but when we got together, we moved pretty fast. Things went from zero to 60 in no time between us, and I was all in. She was funny, smart, and seemed to get me.

And then about a month or two in, she went from 60 to 120, and caused major issues. She got super jealous of everything I did. She tried to tell me that I couldn't talk to my female co-workers, which included my boss. And she even got mad at me for talking to my mom because, quote, she should be the only woman in my life. There were a few other things, but these were the reddest of flags. So, after a bit, I ended up breaking things off. She didn't take it well at all, and she kept texting me for weeks, but I thought eventually she would just move on.

They eventually slowed from a hundred a day to a few a week, and I figured that a gradual decline was better than non-stop. The first awkward slash weird thing that happened after we broke up was about two months after we split. I was in a store needing to pick some stuff up for home, just random things. I turned down one of the aisles and of course, there she was, staring at the shelves and lost in thought. My heart skipped a beat.

We hadn't spoken in two months and part of me wanted to walk to the other corner of the store to try to avoid her, but then I thought that that would be rude. So, I took a breath and walked down the aisle and decided to say hi to her. Just a simple, oh, hey, Ashley, like a nonchalant and quick comment about us being in the same store. She looked up and seemed genuinely surprised to see me,

saying, oh, it's been a while. There were some awkward niceties between us, just comments about how we looked, how things were going, until I decided that I should excuse myself and finish my shopping. We said goodbye, and that was the end of it. When I started walking towards the checkout lane, I noticed that there was a guy standing at the end, just kind of watching me.

I was in self-checkout, so I just assumed this guy took his job of watching the people ringing themselves up very seriously. I finished ringing up my stuff, paid, and as I was walking away from the register, the man stepped in front of me, causing me to pause and look at him. He stared at me aggressively and said, Sir, can you please come with me?

That was when I noticed that his name tag said General Manager. And I was even more confused. What would the GM of the store want with me? I asked him what was going on, and he very sternly just said, please, just come with me. I did, because why wouldn't I? We got to a small section near where the offices were, and the man finally turned and said, Someone in the store reported that you were shoplifting.

They said that they saw you shove something into your pockets and into your pants. I was completely taken aback, and I told him that I hadn't taken anything. They asked if they could search my bags and if I would be willing to empty my pockets, to which I completely agreed. I know that I probably could have denied it, said that my rights were being very, violated, but in the end, I was more appalled that I was being accused and felt the need to prove myself innocent. I handed them all my stuff, turned my pockets inside out, shook the legs of my pants, all in an effort to show that they were wrong. After they were satisfied that

I hadn't taken anything, they let me go with nothing more than a mumbled apology, which I will say was inadequate considering. As I left the store, I saw Ashley standing outside by her car watching the exit with this evil-looking little smile on her face. And that's when it clicked.

She was the person that reported me. I was certain of that, but why? To mess with me? In the end, I blew it off thinking that she must be incredibly miserable to be willing to do something so petty, to get back at me

for breaking up with her. Then came the next step in her pettiness, the posters. I was walking to my car from my apartment, about a week after the whole store thing, when I saw a poster of some sort stapled to an electrical pole outside of my building. It looked like a missing poster, but then when I looked at it again,

I realized the picture on the poster was of me. And it didn't say missing. It said, warning, this man is a cheater and a thief do not trust him. It went on to detail a bunch of random lies about me, saying I was abusive, that I stole money from her and a bunch of other crazy accusations. I tore the poster down and was furious,

but then realized that the person that had put it up was probably Ashley. As I drove to work, I saw more of the posters stapled to random light poles along the route, and as much as I wanted to stop it, tear them all down, I didn't have time. I had to just accept that they were there and hope that the next rainstorm would take care of them. I considered calling the cops, but then I thought, what the hell would I tell them? My ex is putting up mean posters about me all around town. It sounded ridiculous, and I had zero proof that it was her. That was the worst part,

that I could not prove that it was Ashley. I tried to message her on Facebook, but she had to have blocked me because I couldn't find her account. I tried to text her and call her, but none of it would go through, which tells me she had my number blocked. I was livid, but I had to move on, mostly for my own sanity. The final straw was about three days after the posters. I had gotten home from work late, and decided to just zone out and watch TV for a few hours. After around 11, I decided to call it a night, but as I walked into my bedroom, something felt off. I felt this really strange need to check everything. Like something was out of place, but I didn't know what. I checked my windows to make sure they were locked. They were. I walked back and

checked the front door, and it was locked too. Then I got back to my bedroom and for some reason, I felt like I needed to check my closet. I have a decent. and sized walk-in closet in the back corner of my room. I opened the door, and there, standing amidst my clothes, was Ashley. She was just standing there with a big grin on her face, like she pulled the best prank in the world. My heart was in my throat, and I asked her what the hell she was doing. She just tilted her head and chuckled and said,

Oh, hi, uh, and then before I could say anything, she bled. bolted past me and ran out of my apartment. I stood there dumbfounded for way too long before realizing I should call the cops. I did end up calling them, but by the time they showed up, she was long gone. I also had to call the office to have them change and check the locks, because she got into my apartment somehow, and I have no idea how still to this day. What's crazy is that I never saw her again after this.

I haven't heard from her, seen her at the store, seen her around town, nothing. It's like whatever she planned got foiled, and she had to disappear, but then that begs the question. What was she planning? Was she waiting for me to fall asleep so that she could do, God knows, whatever it was she was going to do? Was my life in danger? I have no idea. but thankfully she's gone from my life, at least for now. So that's my crazy X story, and it's taken me a long time to get back to feeling normal and less paranoid about Ashley.

But I'm certainly a lot more cautious about who I let into my life nowadays. Hi, Raven. I've been listening to your stories for some time now, and I feel like it's time to share my own. I'll start by saying that my family owns a cabin in the mountains in California. This cabin is not necessarily old or remote, for that matter, because it is surrounded by other cabins as well. I will say, however, that there are times when no neighbors are up there, and it can seem a little eerie and intimidating to be there alone. Now to the main story.

The first incident started when I thought my bedroom at the cabin, and was haunted. I shared this room with my twin brother, but after these events, I admittedly have chosen to never go in there anymore because it gives me the creeps. When I think about all the things that happened in that room, the first thing I remember are my nightmares. For context, I rarely get nightmares, and when I do, I'm never scared until I wake up and realize what was happening was weird or creepy.

because, and I feel like some of you can relate to this, when you're dreaming you don't really question what's happening. You just accept it, if that makes sense. One night I was trying to sleep in my room at the cabin. My brother was already asleep, my parents as well. This usually seemed to be the case because whenever I tried to go to sleep there, it always felt like something was watching me.

I always felt, unerbed. Eventually I did fall asleep and had a terrifying dream. In this dream I was surrounded by pitch-black darkness. I was looking around to try and make out if I could see anything else when I spotted a figure turned away from me, some number of feet in front of me. They had a slender build with long black hair and pale skin

and some sort of garment that was off-white. for some reason even though there wasn't any light source, at least that I could make out, this figure was completely visible. Now, because they were the only one or thing that I could see in this space of darkness, naturally yet cautiously I walked up to the figure. I reached my hand out with the intention of tapping them on the shoulder to grab their attention, yet the minute I reached out the figure whipped around to face me while they screeched an ear-piercing, scream right in my face.

This dream startled me awake, and I noticed that my heart felt like it was beating out of my chest. This would not necessarily be odd because it's just a dream, right? Well, unfortunately, that wasn't the last dream that I had with this figure. My second dream happened probably a few years after this. I had dreamt that I was in a college dorm. At the time I had this dream, I was in middle school. And all of a sudden, every building started panicking and scrambling to get out of the way. I didn't know what was happening until somebody yelled,

She's coming. And I saw in the distance the same figure, now larger than in my previous dream, sprinting towards me, while clawing everyone in its way and chasing after the other people there. Without getting too graphic, it was trying to harm and kill everyone in the building. I ran back into my dorm and hit under a desk, but the figure came into my room and attacked my roommates. And then it turned to look at me and I woke up. These dreams really stuck with me because I never dreamed of anything violent like this.

Usually when I dream it's people who I know in real life. Yet, in these dreams, I didn't know anyone. Also, I don't know anyone in real life that looks like that figure. I will say that in both dreams, it seemed female. Not in the way that it looked, but it just gave off a kind of vibe that it was. Sorry, I know that's really vague. The next incident was definitely a bigger deal to me. It was coincidentally Christmas Eve at my cabin.

I was trying to sleep in my bottom bunk when my brother was up top. I was facing the wall. My back was turned towards the middle of the room. It must have been about 12 in the morning at least, when all of a sudden I felt someone press. their hand against my lower back. It didn't feel evil, or like it had bad intentions. I'm not sure how to explain it, but I felt like if I saw the face or whomever or whatever

was doing this, it would be smiling peacefully looking down at me in adoration. I know that sounds crazy, but that's what it felt like. Anyways, I was too scared to turn around or say anything because I felt like, if I did, it would be an acknowledgement that I knew that the being was there. And I was scared that if I said anything, it would want to interact with me further, and I definitely did not want that. I know what most of you must be thinking. It's probably just sleep paralysis or a bad dream, but I have to say,

I have never had sleep paralysis before or since that event. I felt like I could definitely move if I chose to. The difference was that I was too scared to move, not that I felt like I was paralyzed. Also, I'm 100% sure that I was awake. I know when I'm dreaming, okay? I digress. While this was happening, my heart was beating so fast, and I could feel the sweat dripping down my face,

and I wanted to cry out of fear, but, like I mentioned earlier, I didn't want the being to realize I was awake. Eventually, after trying to stay safe, Still, I just wound up falling asleep somehow. I managed to tell my whole family this in the morning, and none of them took me seriously at all. After that event, they have always teased me about how I won't go into the haunted room and such, specifically my mom.

Here's where it gets really weird. Years after this event, now I'm in high school, my mom had come back from staying at the cabin with my dad. And she came up to me and told me, Hey, Addy, I have to admit something to you. Yeah, I said, already intrigued. While me and your dad were at the cabin at night, I woke up to the feeling of someone pressing on my lower back.

I was definitely skeptical of my mother saying this because she has been known to try and trick or scare the rest of our family as pranks, but I could tell that there was sincerity in her voice. Still, I asked her. Really? And she said, Yeah, it actually really freaked me out after that.

Remember, sweetie? She turned to my dad. Yep, I do. He said simply. Before I could even say, I told you so, my twin brother chimed in. Oh, yeah! He said excitedly as if he had just remembered something.

That happened to me a while back as well. I woke up and I felt like someone was touching me. I was definitely in shock and disbelief with this new discovery, but I was also pretty upset that no one believed me up until now. I find it weird, though, that my brother and mom had this happen while they were asleep and woke up to it. But for some reason, I was wide awake and was trying to go to sleep when my experience took place. I'm not sure what to make of this story, but I have told my close friends, among other people, and I've gotten mixed responses. I also forgot to mention that this kind of creaked me out because it meant that it wasn't just my room that had some weird happenings in it. I asked one of my friends and she thinks that my cabin might be haunted by an upset Native American spirit

because the land of my cabin used to be native land. And maybe it's upset because it's been taken away. I'm not really sure. I'm honestly open to anything. As a side note, I kind of want to say that I feel like there are two beings there, one with bad intentions and one with good. My mom doesn't think that spirits can enter dreams, but to be honest, I sort of do. I'm just not really sure what to make of this or why this happened. In all honesty, it could just be a bunch of strange coincidences.

There are some other things that I didn't mention before, like hearing footsteps when no one else was awake. or hearing little noises inside the walls. But I feel like that is less significant than what I already said. Anyways, thanks for considering the story, and sorry that it's kind of all over the place. Hey, Raven, this is my second story that I'm sharing. This is a few stories about a single entity, so to begin, this is part my story, part my aunts, and part my cousins.

So, in the summers, my sister and I would spend a month or so at my aunt's house in West Virginia. It was an old house, had an old creepy barn in a little building that my aunt used for her grooming room. So these all happened between my ages of 10 to 15. The house's previous owner was a woman named Dice Boggs. Story had it that she'd passed in the small building that my aunt used which was upstairs. where apparently her bed was moved to near the end of her life. The crazy thing was, Dice had the same last name as my aunt and uncle,

but they didn't know her. So, for my own experience, it was nighttime, and we were just hanging out in a dining room, my sister and I, and we suddenly heard an old record player start up with gospel music. My aunt didn't have a record player. So my sister and I ran to my aunt and she told us if we looked out at the front porch, we would see the rocking chair swaying back and forth.

And she was right. Apparently Dice liked to turn her old gospel music on and listened to it from the front porch in her rocking chair. No harm, right? My aunt's told me about an experience or two that she'd had with her. The first being she had gone up and cleaned her room, moved some things around, and when she went to sit downstairs to relax, she heard what sounded like things being dragged across the floor, like someone was moving things.

She went upstairs, and nothing was moved. So, at night, she was trying to sleep, and suddenly she felt like she was being watched. She opened her eyes and sees a woman just floating at the end of her bed. She grabs the blanket, throws it over her head, screams, go away, Dice. She mustered the courage to peek out her blankets, and much to her comfort, Dice was gone. My cousin told me about his encounter where he was in his room trying to sleep.

When he looked at the edge of his bed and Miss Dice was sitting there, looking like she was babbling away with some story, although he couldn't hear anything coming from her mouth. He got annoyed and decided to tell her to go away, Dice. I'm trying to sleep, and she'd disappear. While none of those particular experiences seem bad, but almost sweet, there were times that we had scary things happen in that house, such as loud workboots pounding down the stairs in the mornings, things being lifted up and dropped in the kitchen,

doors being locked with no one inside, and my sister being grabbed from behind. There were also unexplained deaths to animals on the land, one being in the barn. Thankfully, no one lives there anymore, but summers there were always an interesting and sometimes scary time. I have many more experiences for my life, which I'll save for another time.

So today, as I was going for a coffee, I decided to check out a new cafe that had just opened. As I go near the door, I am surprised and happy to see an ex-girlfriend of mine from when I was a kid. We stare at each other for a second, and then I see she mumbles something, and she comes towards me.

I go in for a hug, and after we greet, she just says, Do you remember what you've done to me? I was baffled. We dated many years ago, and we never had issues of any kind. No major fights, no abuse, no toxicity.

As a matter of fact, she left me because I would not come, commit, but remained on good terms for a while after, still hanging out, until she found a job abroad and left. At first, I was scared witless, and immediately thought there was something strange. I asked to be more specific, but she wasn't telling. After a little chit chat, she told me that she was referring to the time me and a friend cleansed her house. It came back to me then. At the time, we were stupid. bit edgy semi-goth kids, really into the weird and otherworldly stuff. After she complained about filling her house was, quote, weird, a friend from our group offered

to do some cleansing ritual, which he did while we were basically half drunk. According to her, when seven years later she talked about this thing with other people, stuff started to hit the fan. Like, you could feel presence around the house. drops of temperature, all the good stuff. She was very vague, but apparently she believes some kind of ghost is now possessing her house. Something apparently unleashed after that thing we did, and she started telling her friends about it, because nothing happened in the years prior.

She then got back to England, but promptly came back here to escape from an abusive fiancé. At that point, I was really nervous, and I excused myself. She hugged me, says now there is only Christ in her heart, and that we should really have a cup of coffee. This gave me some really weird vibes, like weird cult stuff. I basically ran away terrified. Keep in mind, we split on good terms. Very good. She looked after my dog while I was in England.

As a misuse, she took care of my bad back for months. She even introduced me to her new boyfriend, and we went to her new boyfriend, and we went to her. out for dinner a couple of times as a group. There is no way she could have held animus against me. Hell, once abroad, she even offered to help find a job for me in the city that she was currently living in. This was not a prank done to get back at me, and more so, her eyes. She was once the light of the room, always laughing and cracking jokes. The person that I found was sad, with very still eyes, not smiling, not anything, like a completely different person. So, one time, when I was like five, this all happened.

I was at my grandma's house, and my grandma, my sister, and my papa made a campfire. I was sleeping when I woke up and started crying and screaming for my grandmother because I didn't know where she was. Then my sister and grandma came to get me from the porch. Once they got me, we went to the porch stairs, and we all saw a figure as it smacked the barbecue. It was not a windy night, so I don't know what moved my grandma's smokebox,

but it definitely moved. I'm not sure what to put this under, but I think it would probably relate more to the paranoia. normal, parallel universe, or doppelgangers. About four to six months ago, I walked into a McDonald's in Augusta, Kansas, and saw a co-worker that I had not seen in two or three years. I asked her how she was, and she told me that she was door-dashing, and she told me that she had been door-dashing for a few months in Augusta. She told me that she had reached platinum status, which is the higher level, where you get

more or better tips. She specifically said that she doesn't mind taking the no-tip orders, and I thought I don't take people's orders who don't tip. We talked for a few minutes, and I believe she had a McDonald's delivery sack in which a customer's order was placed into. As she was leaving, I told her goodbye and saw her walk out the door. Just a few days back, my coworker, who supposedly was a door-dasher, sent me a couple of photos from Baltimore, Maryland, and one from Washington, D.C. She sent me a really cool

picture of a 500-foot-tall building in Baltimore on Messenger. I asked her how she was doing, and she was doing fine. I told her that I had finally reached platinum status from door-dashing, and she asked me what that was. I told her, don't you door-dash in Augusta? And she said that she has never doored ash in her life. Perplexed, I asked, don't you remember seeing me in McDonald's and Augusta several months back? She said that she hasn't been in a McDonald's or been to Augusta in like a year and a half.

I was dumbfounded, and I thought that if that wasn't my ex-co worker I spoke to several months ago at the Augusta McDonald's, then who the hell was that? Was it like her doppelganger? that works as a door-dasher in a parallel universe, or a different timeline? It really blew my mind, and I'm totally weirded out about it. Hey there, friends.

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