As The Raven Dreams Podcast - ATRD Ep. 158 - True Scary Stories From Listeners

Episode Date: January 10, 2025

I wrote A Novel! It's a psychological Thriller titled "The Insomniac's Experiment"! It releases TODAY, the 10th, and is available on Amazon for Kindle and physical versions, OR you can buy an autographed copy directly from me! (With a Bonus!) Signed Physical: ko-fi.com/s/bfdb8cb5f2 (limited, has sold out once already!) Digital & unsigned Physical: a.co/d/4voCEK1 Today, on the 158th episode of the As The Raven Dreams podcast, we have 11 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 some terrifying stories sent in by listeners! Only one ad spot this time, it's at around 19 minutes 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. Time stamps for stories... Story 1: 00:25 Story 2: 09:20 Story 3: 13:34 Story 4: 18:38 Story 5: 24:52 Story 6: 28:12 Story 7: 32:24 Story 8: 37:23 Story 9: 40:36 Story 10: 45:24  Story 11; 47:54 Outro: 49:36 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... 3fr0g, Kat, Cat-lady-1995, Gerald Lam, hunteryumi, Chrissy O, Mayflower Project on Odysee, Deep_Recognition_679, KITTYCat0930, Victoria D 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

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. If you have a true scary story you'd like to share with the podcast, go to as the ravendreams.com and click the button to send it my way. Also, if the platform you're on has the option to rate the podcast or leave a comment,

please consider doing so. And as always, thank you. Back in 2023, me and my partner were both living at his mom's house. Most days we'd get home from work, about 5 p.m., get dressed, and then we would go to these woods in the hills just outside the town that we live in. For context, these woods as a whole are 12 miles long and 4 miles wide. There's a break in the woods of farmland and fields creating separate woods, over these hills with different names.

You can walk through these woods if you want. There's paths winding through most of the woods as trails, and if you want to walk over the span of hills from one side to the other, you can. Just most of it's through the woods and uphill if you're coming from the south. The one we always went to is called Wind Down Woods. So me and my partner would go to these woods nearly every day after we finish work, just go for a walk or a smoke or both. We went about doing our usual routine, walking around and talking about our days,

following the trail in these woods that loops around a large set of trees, with more around you on the outside. It would kind of look like a messed up donut from a bird's eye view, I guess. We were walking on the path that takes you back up towards the top of the woods, point A, and that path also takes you down towards the car park once you get to the meeting point of all the paths. When we see this man in the distance, walking down the path at point B, point B are one of the trails that just goes up into the woods beyond Wind Down. We've still got to get to the meeting point of all the paths to get back to the car. At this point, he's pretty far away from us still, but I had a bad feeling because the first thing I noticed about this man,

when we got closer, was that he was wearing office shoes and carrying a pair of hiking boots, whilst seemingly on a walk in the woods. We were talking about this as we were walking up and laughing about how strange it was. The guy was walking faster than us as he was going downhill and reached the meeting point to the paths a few minutes before we did, but we could see him the whole time. When he got to the meeting point of the paths, all he did was stand there. He didn't do anything. He just stood there and was looking around.

I had a really bad feeling at this point, as he didn't even look like he was lost. He just looked like he was waiting for something. Me and my partner were pretty weirded out at this point and were thinking about turning around and heading back down into the woods and going back around the long way, just to get away from this guy's weird vibes. In the end, we decided.

that walking back down into the woods would ultimately look way too suspicious, as the man had definitely seen us walking up the path towards him the same time we'd seen him walking down. So we just kept walking up. The whole time the sky is still standing there looking around with these shoes in his hands. Having no other choice than to walk past the sky to get to the path down to the car park, we went up and passed him. Getting close to him, I saw something that worried me.

more than it weirded me out. The guy had a backpack on, and there was a handle coming out of it. 100% the handle of a hammer or an axe. I knew it couldn't have been anything else. He hadn't been on a phone at all the whole time we'd seen him, not even when he was just loitering around. Just more and more stuff adding up and freaking a man out.

As we walked past him and started down the path towards the car park, the guy decides he knows where he needs to go without getting a phone out or a compass, nothing, and just starts walking down behind us. At this point, I was freaking out, and so was my partner, who doesn't usually get paranoid about stuff like this because I do it all the time for no reason. But this guy was not right. There were no other cars in the car park except for mine, so he had no reason to be walking there. We were walking as fast as we could without running away from this guy,

and after what felt like a lifetime, we got to the car. We locked the doors and drove off. I didn't even look back. To this day, I think about that guy and how strange he was acting, but then again, I think about how strange we were probably acting, and maybe the poor guy was simply on a walk. Well, cut to just the other week, and me and my partner are at our friends' house.

for their birthday just hanging out, meeting their other friends we haven't met before and having a blast. But as usual, with every small group hangout, it got late and we started talking about weird experiences we'd had and spooky encounters. Obviously, we told everyone about our encounter with this really strange man in the woods. A couple of the girls at this hangout work at a reserve called Fine Court.

It's one of the woods in the hills that I've been talking, about. They seemed pretty rattled by the story that we had told, and said that they had one that would make it worse, but they had to tell the group now. Plus, we needed to hear. One evening at work, E. was on a closing shift with her manager, and they'd been cleaning up the cafe and doing final checks, when E's manager tells her that he's good doing the rest by himself, and that she can just go home. Who doesn't want to hear that? So, off she goes to her car. She sits there for a bit to chill and roll a cigarette before driving home.

Later that night, she gets a text saying, Don't ask, just come in to work tomorrow. E finds out that after she left her work, her manager had finished cleaning up like he said, and he'd gone to his car to leave. Getting into his car, a man approached him from out of the woods and started wrestling with him trying to steal his car keys.

Managing to get the man off him and get into his car, the manager drove away and called the police. After talking to police, they connected some dots of a call they'd had earlier that evening from a concerned neighbor, living in a village a couple of miles from fine court. They reported a suspected burglary of one of their neighbors. Another call from a mental health institute in a town about as far away as ours, from these woods, but from the opposite direction, saying one of their patients, had escaped. Turns out, after that, the police put the whole story together.

The man escaped, got a haircut, and then walked miles to this village in the middle of nowhere. Broke into this house he thought was abandoned, which was actually the home of an elderly couple. The man was completely disabled and wheelchair bound, and his carer was his wife. The man actually murdered the elderly lady, and just left the man in the house before leaving and walking into the woods, wandering around them, and looking for someone with a car he could steal. That's when he ended up at fine court, and tried to take E's manager's car, running off into the woods again to find someone else. Me and my partner are so sure that this is the same man we saw acting suspicious at Windown all that time ago, as their story was from the same month as ours was, and the timeframes matched up perfectly.

to when we would have seen him after he tried to steal the manager's car and ran back off into the woods again. The police caught him the next day just wandering around the woods up there. He was following us back down to the car, but who's going to jump two guys in an open space where one of us could have easily made it to the road? I think he was trying to freak us out and get us to go back into the woods when he stopped at that meeting point and was loitering around. but I don't know. This still horrifies me to this day, and I just needed to get it off my chest

and share this with someone. I'm sorry if this is extremely long-winded or badly written. I promise I was doing my best to explain the story well and tried to explain the layout of the woods as best as I could. I've never written this out before, so forgive me if I'm not great at putting the words into writing. When I was around 10 years old, my mom, dad, brother, dog, and I had lived in a crappy apartment that wouldn't let us keep our dog. So, my parents found a house to rent.

I don't remember ever seeing this house before we moved in, but I remember the night before my brother and I went to see it. My mom had left our dog, Zoe, at the house overnight by herself, in a dog crate. I'm not really sure why they decided to do that, but the next morning my dad went to work while my mom, brother and I went straight to the house to deep clean it, before we brought the furniture in. I remember the outside of the house. It was a two-story house. The outside had a log cabin look to it, and the whole house was brown. Anyway, once inside, my mom unloaded the cleaning supplies, and as it was,

my brother and I's first time seeing and being inside the house, we raced upstairs to pick out our rooms. I remember the upstairs had three bedrooms and two bathrooms. The room I looked at first was small but had a good view of the backyard. I checked the closet, and I remember barely being able to see the shelf above where the clothes would hang, and I could see something. I jumped and pulled on it, and a pile of magazines fell. All of the magazines had nudities, so I left them. Then I went to the room that my brother was in, and the closet door was open, and from the hallway, I could see another stack of magazines.

I didn't want to see the type of magazines that were in the other closets, so I left them. My brother and I didn't get to check the master bedroom or the bathrooms, before my mom called us downstairs to help her clean. Now, mind you, Zoe was still in her cage so we could clean. She was a Jack Russell, so she would shed quite a bit, hence keeping her in the cage. And my dad was not at the new house with us. He'd gone to work, so it was just my mom, brother, me, and Zoe.

We'd been upstairs for about ten minutes, and had been helping my mom clean for what couldn't have been more than five. when my mom told us to stop moving and be quiet. I didn't hear anything, but Zoe growling. And then, over her growling, I could hear loud stomping coming from upstairs, as if someone was taking huge steps and stomping with each stride. They started off slow and then eventually sounded like full on running down the stairs.

My mom obviously didn't want to stick around to find out what was now running full full full, horse down the stairs. My brother ran for the front door. I'm not sure why, but I didn't run. My mom grabbed the cage that had Zoe, now barking in it, and my arm, and pulled me out of the house. I remember tripping on something and falling, but my mom still had my arm and yanked me up, and I looked back, and nothing was there for me to trip over. We ended up going to my aunt's house. She lived right down the road from the house We stayed there until my dad got off work And then we all

My aunt and cousin came with us too Went back to the house My dad went in and checked each room And then we went in after him I remember my dad found the dirty magazines in the room That I had looked at And then he went into the master bedroom Where my mom and dad had hidden a small door

behind the closet door I never went in the closet so I I don't know what he and my mom found in there, but I do know that we never moved in to that house. I'm a property manager and one year postpartum, so I returned to my company part-time. This is fun because I get to float around to different apartment communities who need help, and just help where needed. In September, I helped at a property about an hour from my house. It's a bit of a drive, but fairly small property with relatively no big problems, so easy money for the day. I'm covering for a manager out on vacation, and of course it's the dreaded sixth of the month.

This means I'm handing out late letters and making calls, unfortunately. Definitely not my favorite part of the job, but it is necessary. The one thing I hate about floating is that the residents don't know me well. And so I'm delivering late letters and calling, and they don't even know me. Again, not my favorite part of the job, but it has to be done. So here we go. I had about ten late letters to deliver. All was going normal and fine.

Some people answer the door and say, Yep, I'll have it paid on such and such date, sorry. Another person didn't left, so I left info on the door, but they flipped me off as I was walking away. All pretty normal stuff that just comes. comes with the job. I get down to about the seventh or eighth person. I walk up to this apartment, and I can tell from the outside the occupants have completely destroyed this home. I smelled cigarettes, cat urine, and general mustiness before I even knocked. All the blinds were broken,

blankets were up in the windows, all the works. I get up to the door, do my normal quick knock, waited about five seconds and was ready to post the notice to the door. Right as I was folding it up to put it between the door, the door partially swings open. A gentleman wearing just as boxers and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth opens the door, but he doesn't unlatch the security lock so the door is not opened all the way. What do you want? He says as he's giving me a death glare, but also looking me up and down and appropriately at the same time. time. I explained that I was just here to deliver the late letters, and that I would be on my way

now. As I'm explaining this, I notice he keeps looking over his shoulder, as if someone is standing next to him behind the door. I find this odd. It's as if someone is hiding from me, especially because this gentleman won't open the door all the way. I hear some whispering, and I'm sure he's communicating with someone. The gentleman in the door is. doorway asks me to wait, and says he has things in his apartment that he needs looked at. I explained that I was just there for the letter, but that he can send photos into the office, and that I would get the work orders in. He begins complaining about our maintenance team and states that he really wants someone to take a look in person.

At this point, I'm feeling really uneasy. Typically, I would enter and help. No problem, but between the looks this guy was giving me and, creepy who-nose-who-nose-who-behind the door. I'm just not feeling safe at this point. I defer again, trying to make myself sound unimportant and say that I'm just a floating person. I can't do anything without manager approval when she gets back, so there really is no point. At this point, something catches my eye upstairs.

I see a window-blind move. I notice two additional guys upstairs who are both staring down at me. I'm so uneasy that I could be sick at this point. I tell the gentleman that I won't be entering without maintenance or the property manager present, due to it being an ongoing maintenance concern and there not being much I can personally do. He looks annoyed and finally slams the door in my face.

I get back to the office, and I grab the maintenance supervisor for the property to chat things over regarding this encounter. The maintenance supervisor explained to me, that there used to be an old man who lived in that apartment, but then his son took over the lease after he died. He told me that he's noticed a lot of strange activity and individuals around that home since his dad died,

but he hasn't personally noticed anything illegal yet, so he's just let it go. He explained that they plan to make them move when the contract is overdue to the condition of the home anyways. Well, I cannot prove something horrible was going to have, happen if I entered the premises? This is by far the creepiest encounter I have had in property management in seven years. I just

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looking back at hindsight I already started to get subtle symptoms of an illness on set, but at this time didn't know what it was. Prior to turning 40 in the past five years, I would get subtle symptoms like a flash fever that would last moments and then go away, chronic low-grade headaches, and feeling super fatigued. I would also have short bouts of being dizzy, and all of these things occurred randomly, so I just chalked it up to a lack of sleep or being super busy.

at work. Then it started to affect my vision, and I started getting these weird auras. I still didn't think anything was wrong with me. It was early September 2010, and I remember this day like it happened yesterday. I got up from bed, but was just so winded that I had to sit on the edge of my bed to catch my breath. That, and feeling dizzy at the same time, so I finally got my energy up to get ready for work. I made my lunch, packed my computer, and off I went to the car as my partner was driving me to work this morning. So as we were driving, apparently I passed out a few times, and my partner knew something was wrong and drove me to the local hospital. When we arrived at the hospital

emergency room, I was admitted immediately, as they checked and my heart rate was off the charts. I was dizzy, feeling really fatigued, and I didn't realize I had a gray pallor complexion. I was brought in immediately and was placed in an examination room and was to wait there for the doctor. My partner left at this time as he had errands to run, so I waited and waited. Then a doctor came in to examine me. I still remember this doctor that came in. He was of African descent, about five foot nine inches tall, about mid-forty-ish, and were these rather large, shiny gold-rimmed spectacles, reminiscent of the style from the 70s.

I thought to myself how unusual it is for someone to be wearing this type of style. Are they in fashion again? they were so shiny gold that they were sparkling. Even as sick as I was, I still had my faculties, and it wasn't because the illness was affecting my eyesight. So he examined me, and to my shock his hands were ice cold. He went through all the medical rounds and said to me not to worry and that everything will be okay.

Then he left, never to return. I was in admitted to the hospital where I stayed, for almost two months before being diagnosed with a rare form of B-cell lymphoma. Only 2% of diagnosed cases survived this type of cancer, and I was in stage four.

After going through round three of chemo, and this was late December, now after Christmas, the chemo didn't work, and I started getting tumors in my abdomen. The oncologist decided to ramp up the chemo, and the dosage would be much higher, and more aggressive.

So aggressive with the first treatment that I lost all feeling in my legs, hands, and arms, and could no longer walk without assistance or a walker. I was told that I would never be able to do hair again, and that I would be in a wheelchair for the rest of my life. I was also told that if this more aggressive chemo didn't work, I would have about a month to live.

I had to accept this as my fate. I mean, what can you do when a doctor tells you this? I had a spiritual awakening and accepted my fate. I do believe in miracles, and within about a week the tumors in my abdomen had gone away. So I continued with this second series of aggressive chemotherapy. By the end of my chemotherapy at the hospital, I found out that I was fast-tracked to get a bone marrow transplant at another hospital. So the time came for me to transfer to the new hospital where they have an extensive bone marrow transplant center.

Prior to being transferred, I spoke with the head nurse of the floor as I wanted to give thanks for those that really took care of me. I asked the nurse if I could speak to the African doctor that saw me in the emergency department, as she had worked at this hospital for more than 30 years plus, she looked at me with the puzzled look on her face. She knew practically everyone in the ER, and she told me that there was no such person that worked there. Was I visited by an angel or a ghost? The apparition that visited me was in physical form. He touched my wrist to check my pulse.

I was shocked and amazed. After my bone marrow transplant, it was a success, and I beat stage four rare lymphoma, and I am now in full remission. Looking back now, the apparition that showed itself to me said that I would be okay and to not worry. I never, ever thought I was going to die from this illness, as that is what I always thought, despite the harshness of the treatments and side effects. I always knew from that incident that it was going to be the hardest thing to go through, but that I would also not die.

I beat the cancer, and am in full remission, and I do not use a wheelchair as my hands and legs are now usable. And I've even gone back to work. I used to do DoorDash on the side just for some extra cash. Nothing too crazy, until a few months ago when something happened that I still can't stop thinking about. And to be honest, I haven't done a single delivery since. It was around 11 p.m. and I was finishing up my last order for the night. The delivery was an agreement.

quiet, upscale LA neighborhood, nothing out of the ordinary. I pull up, leave the car running like I always do, grab the food, and drop it off. Super normal, no weird vibes from the customer or anything, but as I walk back to my car, something feels off. I can't explain it, but the air felt heavier, like I could sense something was wrong before I even got to the door. I get in the driver's seat, close the door and glance in the rearview mirror, and that's when I see him. There's a guy sitting in my back seat, just sitting there.

He pulled low over his face, completely still. My heart stopped. I was frozen staring at him through the mirror, trying to figure out how the hell he got in my car. I managed to stammer out. Can I help you? That's when he leans forward, just a little, and I can finally see his eyes. They were wide in bloodshot, like he hadn't slept in days. He leans back again, and in the calmest voice, says, drive.

I don't know why, but I did. I started driving, my mind racing, trying to figure out what to do. He didn't say anything else, just sat there completely cold. calm while I drove through those dark streets, and I'm freaking out inside, thinking, this is it, this is how I'm going to get robbed, or worse. Then he tells me to turn down a side street. It's dark, barely any streetlights, and I'm just thinking, this is where it's going to go down. But right as we approach a gas station, well lit, a few people around, I slam on my brakes,

throw the car in park, and jump out, screaming for help. The gas station clerk runs out, and I'm yelling that there's a guy in my back seat. But when we go back to the car, it's empty. The guy was gone. No sign of him anywhere. He just vanished. I have no idea how he got out so fast or where he went, but I didn't care. I got back in my car, locked the doors, and did.

drove straight home. I replayed that night over and over in my head, and it still does not make sense. That was a month ago, and I haven't touched the DoorDash app since. I don't know if I ever will. It's not worth risking something like that,

happening again. Hey, Raven, I've got a story for you. Back from the 90s, when books were still a thing to learn from, there was no Google in sight. This all began one evening in my room as I was prepping for my science class. Now, I was a bit of a nerd, glasses, braces the works, always aiming to get my work done ahead of time. Macrastination just isn't my style. So there I was, flipping through my textbook, when something strange caught my eye.

Certain letters and words were highlighted in neon yellow, a color I never use. I always highlight in pink because, well, pink's awesome, right? Those letters spelled out, avoid the lab tomorrow. A bad gut feeling gnawed at me, but I shrugged it off. I mean, it was probably just a prank, right? Those stupid knuckleheads are always poking fun at me in class. The next day, that bad feeling only got worse. By the time my science class was about to begin, I couldn't shake the sense of dread.

and so I made an excuse and headed to the sick room to lie down. As I lay there staring up at the ceiling, I couldn't help but notice how it was yellowing and old with little cracks running through it. The place had definitely seen better days. I shifted uncomfortably thinking about how many sick people had laid on these sheets before me. Ew, I'm a bit of a germaphobe. This made me eager to get out of there,

so I swung my feet off the bed and planned. planted them on the floor. That's when it happened. The piercing sound of a fire alarm. My heart jumped as the pungent smell of smoke filled the air. I was quickly rushed outside. As I stood there watching smoke billow from the science room with all the other students, a chill ran down my spine, as I realized how close I had come to being in that room, standing in the exact spot where a Bunsen burner had exploded. That was my My station, my spot. I couldn't help but wonder, was someone trying to hurt me or help me?

Months passed, and I kind of forgot about the whole science thing. And then one morning, I woke up with a searing pain in my mouth. My braces had broken, and a wire had scraped my gums. Oh, great, I thought. I'm going to miss school. And it was the day of our excursion to an art gallery, no less. I was really looking forward to that. as art is kind of my thing, you know.

So off I went to the orthodontist to get my braces repaired. I came to school later that day and saw some of my friends crying in the hall. I asked them what had happened, and they said that there had been an accident. The bus that had gone to the excursion had quite a bad accident on the way home, and several kids got hurt. I couldn't believe it. As I listened to my friends, a strange thought crossed my mind. Was there someone really out there protecting me, or was this just a fluke of good luck? As I was walking home from school, I patted my pockets and realized I didn't have my purse.

Panicked, I remembered I had left it in the library while helping a friend with an assignment. Annoyed, but with no other choice, I turned to go back to get it. As I retraced my steps, little did I know that it would save me from being at the intersection where a car ran a red line. light. If I'd kept on walking with my purse in my pocket, I would have been in the path of that car. And just like that, it was another near miss. I couldn't believe it. I really do think that I'm being looked after by something, or someone. I just hope fate's not out to get me, like in those horror movies when the characters can't escape their death. Well, it's been more than 20 years now, so I guess death got busy, chasing someone else, I guess.

I'll find out sooner or later. This happened when I was four, so I don't remember all the minor details, but my mom does. And we kind of traced back this whole thing when I suddenly got reminded of it because of reading a similar story. I'll try my best to explain and add bits from my mom's memory. We used to live in a very rural area. at that time, and we owned a small farm. Most people in that area had their own farmlands, but the houses were located about five miles from the area where all the farms were.

It was the time when we only had one cell phone that my father used to keep with him all the time, and no landline at our house. There was a public telephone booth two blocks down that a lot of people in the neighborhood used. It was around summer, I think. there was this group of people and they were notorious for stealing the crops and would also rob people occasionally, especially women working alone at the farms.

My father had a regular job besides managing the farms, so he would leave very early and would be back late at night. Normally my mom would manage the farms by herself, but since the people were going around robbing others, she stopped going there for a while. and I was also very young then.

Most people in our neighborhood worked at their farms starting early in the mornings until the evenings. So our neighborhood was pretty desolate during the daytime, except a few people three to four blocks down from our house. Mom was very careful about locking the main doors and windows, so there wasn't much to worry about.

My gramps from my mom's side was visiting us one of these days, and he's like a very tall and big guy. I was playing in the dining table, my back facing the main entrance, and Mom was in the kitchen, while Gramps was in the guest room, since he had just arrived, maybe changing or freshening up. The thing was that Mom forgot to lock the main entrance after Gramps came in and had no idea about it. I was facing my mom telling her about whatever little me was doing, and she was facing the entrance, and I clearly remember feeling terrified by the sudden change of expression on my mom's face.

Now that I'm more aware of the wide range of emotions than a four-year-old, I can tell that it was a mixture of dread, shock, and pure anxiety. She left whatever she was doing in an instant, and now she was standing between me and the entrance shouting with a kitchen knife in her hand. And as I peeked from behind her, there was a woman, and she had a sickle in her hand inside of our house. She was standing there trying to make conversation, as if that was normal. She definitely thought that we were the only people in the house. She was wearing lots of metal jewelry and stuff, the way that those specific things.

people wore. Mom was telling me to run to Gramps, and I was crying not wanting to leave her because I could probably sense the danger. It's only been like two minutes, and my Gramps came running and yelling from the room in the far back, telling the woman to get the hell out of our house. She was still trying to pretend and telling us stuff like she just wanted some water, and that this was a pretty house. But now she was also backing away.

More yelling and shouting from Gramps and Mom and the woman finally left. My mom locked the entrance, and now my Gramps was trying to calm her down as she was shaking a lot. My mom told me later that the most scary part was that she couldn't even notice the woman getting inside. I could have been seriously hurt or possibly taken hostage if she had noticed a bit later. And the woman didn't even flinch when it was just my mom shouting at her with the freaking kids. kitchen knife in her hand. So she was not scared of her at all, and was most probably looking for an opportunity to take her on. My mom has a small build, and that woman was tall, like much taller than my mom, so no wonder she was prepared to take her chances. I was recently called home

due to my father's imminent passing. I stayed in my parents' house while waiting for the inevitable. one night while I was having trouble sleeping, a light in the room came on. I thought nothing of it at first, thinking someone had turned a light on down the hall. But after a minute or so of not hearing any commotion, I sat up in bed to investigate. It was the monitor for my mom's computer, which was at the far end of the room, that I was sleeping in. It acted as if someone had touched the mouse, deactivating the power save mode of the monitor, The screen showed one of the random pictures that would appear on her desktop. I got up and turned the monitor off because I knew it would take quite some time before it re-entered power save mode.

This is an important detail for later. My mother has always been interested in the afterlife. Before he passed, my mother asked my father to do something after he passed to let us know it was him. In the day immediately after he passed, there were several power glitches in the neighborhood. but no storms or strong winds or any other obvious reasons for them. Fast forward to a week after he passed, around four o'clock in the morning after the graveside service, while I was still sleeping at my mom's house,

I had a strange dream. In it, the family was gathered in a large house and everyone had gone to bed, including me. At that point, I had a dream within a dream. In that dream, I saw my father get into, a car and get into an accident. After that, the scene changed and went completely black with yellow squares, opening that morphed into a circle.

There were wavy distortions as if it was an underwater scene. Through that opening, I saw my father float up and support himself with his hands at the surface of this opening. He appeared happy and healthy, looked straight at me and said, The Spirit World needs me. Then he let go and floated back down. That caused me to immediately bolt awake, in the dream. Now only one dream level deep, I got up, went to where the supposed car wreck happened, and saw nothing eventful.

Relieved, I went back to bed, and then I awoke in our current reality. While I lay there contemplating the wild dream that I just had, a light came on in the room. I lifted my head to see that it was once again my mom's monitor, again showing one of its random pictures. I didn't have my glasses on, but from across the room it appeared to show a photo of the planet Mars. I knew that I'd have to get up to turn the monitor off again, just like I had the previous week, so I sat up in bed. But before my feet even touched the floor, the monitor reverted to power save me.

Was all this a message from beyond? I don't know, but as I sat there, I found myself saying aloud. Thanks, Dad. This happened fairly recently. I was trying to get a train to the city for a night of drinking with some friends. Unfortunately, trains weren't running to the city's center that day, for some reason. So they had a replacement bus service instead. And so off I toddled looking at it.

for where they'd hidden the replacement buses in the train station. After a while, it seemed like I was on the right track. Just as I'd found a very promising corridor, I heard running footsteps coming from behind me. I glanced around to find an Arabic man sprinting to a stop behind me. I know he was Arabic because he tried to offer to teach me Arabic, while I was trapped with him later. He asked me if I knew where the replacement bus service was,

I replied that I was probably just as lost as he was, and I was trying to find it myself. I thought that that would be the end of our interaction, but he continued walking beside me. Fair enough, I thought. We were both looking for the same thing, so maybe he thinks we stand a better chance of finding it together. I wish that I had turned around and just darted into the bathroom or something. It turned out the corridor did lead to the replacement bus. and the driver was standing outside the doors. He assured us we had plenty of time as we were the first ones here.

He opened the doors to let us in, and the bus was completely empty. I decided to take a random seat in the middle and huddled up next to the window, ready to put my headphones on. And where does this guy choose to sit in the completely empty bus? Right next to me. trapping me in a row of seats. I thought it was a little weird at the time, but figured no harm would come of it. He then asks why I'm headed to the city center.

I tell him I'm meeting friends there for a girl's night out, and very pointedly put my headphones on and start finding a good song to listen to. He insists that he should join us. But I tell him it's girls only, and I don't really know him. He answered that we could get to know each other, and he would buy me drink. I tell him no thanks. I just want to see my friends today. The bus

has gotten moving at this point and there are a few others on board. From there he proceeds to badger me with questions, all of which I ignore or give one word answers to. After a bunch of them, my reply has become variations of I just want to listen to my music now

and I'm not interested in talking, sorry. He starts complimenting my body. telling me he thinks that I'm beautiful and repeating over and over, I really like you. My only responses now are, leave me alone, every so often. And I'm visibly shrinking away from him as he's leaning closer.

The bus driver doesn't seem to know where he's going for his next stop and the city's center is ages away. I'm trapped in the seat and starting to really panic. He starts stepping up to, I love you, and leans right up to me making kissing sounds with his lips. That was the moment my hero intervened. It was a man around my age sitting a few seats back.

I'll quote what I can remember of the conversation. Excuse me, mate. She asked you multiple times to leave her alone. The creep said through girded teeth, screw off. The heroes said, You need to move away from her. You're clearly bothering her. Mind your own business.

We're fine. Do you want him to move? Me, practically pinned against the window, getting pretty scared. Yeah. The creep gets up and storms up to the man. Do you want to fight? Do you want to effing go right now? And the hero said,

Nah, I'd rather you control yourself and leave her alone. The creep is visibly ready to start throwing punches when the driver calls back, asking if there's a problem, and if he needs to kick anyone off the bus. The creep quietly says no and moves to a few seats behind my hero, much to my relief. I'm out several thank-yus to my hero who just smiles like it was no big deal. The creep then tries following me off the bus, but my friends meet with me so he walks off. I'm just so glad that my hero intervened when he did.

I was walking the four blocks to the JCC by my house, and meeting my two best friends. who were sisters, D and B. I was walking and feeling relaxed because I'd walked to the J a million times before. I started walking past a small empty office building, and that's when I noticed a dark car idling way in the back. The car had tinted windows, and the driver rolled down his window and said that I was very beautiful,

and asked if I'd modeled. He had sunglasses and a baseball cap on, he also had a salt and pepper red beard. He looked like he was in his 30s or 40s. I said yes, and he asked if he could take my pictures. I stupidly told him my plans to meet with B&D, and he said that he could tell that I'd modeled. I was getting more creeped out.

He continued to talk to me and took a couple of photos. As he continued to talk to me, I got a bad feeling. My heart dropped into my stomach. I remembered what my parents had said about not talking to strangers, and all of my alarms were going off. He slightly moved his car and it terrified me. He asked me to come over so he could get better pictures. Suddenly, it was like I was hyper aware of everything. I told him that I had to meet my mom, which was different from what I had told him earlier,

but I didn't even think of that. I was so terrified. He kept trying to get me closer to his car. I saw a woman watering her lawn, and I said that she was my mom, and I broke off into a sprint all the way home. I was shaking and crying by the time I got home. I told my mom, and she took me to the police station.

To my shock, D&B were there. He'd gone to the JCC where I said I was meeting them. He took their pictures, which they thought was funny. We did a police sketch and found out that there was another girl he'd taken pictures of, and he'd actually tried to take her. They never caught him, and it also scares me thinking about this predator, and who knows what else is on the loose.

I don't know what category this should go in, but here's my story. Okay, today I was with my dad, and he was driving me to hockey, and it's dark out, now in Canada, so I'm looking out my window and see a thing that looks like a siren head far away. It could have just been a big lamp post, but it had arms and stuff.

But then, shortly after, the road turns onto a side road and has trees everywhere. I'm looking out my window again and see this black shadow man figure with a hat, a briefcase, and a suit. It looks like the thing I saw

when I played red door yellow door. I played that game like four times and saw the man everywhere, but that was a different story. I kept seeing that Shadow Man. I'm haunted by him ever since I played that game, but back to my story. I saw him like seven times while driving. Then there was a little house with a small faint light, and I swear I saw something that looked like a slender man. And every time I see these creatures, something fills off. Like they aren't supposed to be in this world. or they are, and only certain people can see them. I would like to believe that it is my imagination, but I think it's not.

I see a lot, mostly the Shadow Man. I know that these may sound fake, but it's real, and I just cannot get these images out of my mind. Hey there, friends. I hope that you enjoyed this collection of scary stories on this episode of the As the Raven Dreams podcast. If the platform you're on has the option to follow podcast and you enjoyed my work, please do consider doing so. Also, leaving ratings and reviews are super important for the algorithm to support the growth of the podcast. I'm just one guy doing this. I don't have a team.

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