As The Raven Dreams Podcast - ATRD Ep. 164 - Scary Sleepover and Paranormal Stories

Episode Date: February 20, 2025

Today, on the 164th episode of the As The Raven Dreams podcast, we have 9 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 Scary Sleepover Stories and Some chilling Paranormal 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 Thank you to all of the authors that have stories in today's Video... Haylee, Meagan Jean, Jovan Skokleski, Kylee W., Working-Roof7344, PurpleDaisies, ArmCrusher3000, Kelly, Sherry Fox 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 #GlitchInTheMatrix #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. Time Stamps   ➤ Story 1  ➤ Story 2  ➤ Story 3  ➤ Story 4  ➤ Story 5  ➤ Story 6  ➤ Story 7  ➤ Story 8  ➤ Story 9   2 Ad Spots at about 13 and 62 Minutes Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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Also, if the platform you're on has the option to rate the podcast or leave a comment, and please consider doing so. And as always, thank you. I had a pretty normal childhood. I had three siblings, one older, two younger, that I got along with most of the time. My parents were still together, and they were pretty normal people. I even had my normal group of friends that I stuck to through most of my childhood as well, but there was one part that started normal that escalated pretty quickly, and I,

still think about it on occasion. I had this friend growing up that I'll call April. We'd been super close, and she was my usual go-to for those invite-one friend events. We were so much alike, and I'm sure that's why we got along so well. But one thing that I didn't like about her wasn't her at all, but her older brother who I'll call Corey. Corey was five years older than us,

and he was an outright jerk, to put it nicely. He always tried to do things to annoy April or pick a fight. He would barge into her room to knock something over. He had tossed water at us before, ruining one of my coloring books, just really anything to be a nuisance. But it never made sense to me because every time April would yell at him and her parents would reprimand him. I never understood why he kept it up,

knowing he was going to get in trouble. He also was never just mean to her. He directed his bullying at me a lot too. He would make fun of me. His favorite thing was about my braces and skin condition. I used to have eczema really bad on my face. He would make jokes, throw stuff at me. He'd even tripped me and pushed me and pushed me.

me before. I didn't really do anything other than yell at him to stop, and when April would say something too, he would once again get in trouble. It was just something we dealt with when I wanted to go over to her house. She went to my house more than anything, but when I would go to hers, I would just brace myself for having to deal with Corey at times. Like I mentioned, I had been friends with April for a very long time. So, as we grew up and changed together, so did Corey. At the time of this story, we were both 14 and Corey was now 19. He was actually going to a nearby college and worked at the same shop as his dad,

but he was still living at home. Unfortunately, he was still his same bullying self, but with a twist. Now, he gave off these weird vibes. His bullying became more about my body, teasing about how I had developed. I was compared to other girls his age, and he made weird nicknames for me. April always told him to knock it off. Being older, she stood up to him more. I typically just ignored him and he would walk off since it wasn't getting to me anymore.

Due to there being a holiday on a Monday, we had a longer weekend, so my parents, agreed to let me stay at April's on a Sunday. Her parents were going to be going out that night for a friend's party, so we were going to have the place to ourselves. Well, mostly. Corey would be there too, and we expected the normal from him, but we both agreed that it was worth it to be adult-free.

We started by watching music videos in the living room. Early 2000s in cable TV meant we had MTV on demand, and it was one of our favorite things to do. Everything started fine. We hadn't really seen Corey much until later that night. We were still in the living room when he finally came out and greeted me with one of the names he liked to call me, and we both ignored him.

He sat in the recliner and was watching TV with us, and when we talked, he would try to push himself into the conversation. but he would actually say something relevant. He wasn't doing his normal obnoxious things that he did. It was weird, but a nice change, I'll be honest. But as we watched TV, I felt like I was being stared at and would look over at him to see him staring at me. It was weird, and I really didn't understand why.

At one point in the night, April's parents called the home phone and asked her to change out the laundry as she'd forgotten. She got off the phone, informed me that she would be back, and then went downstairs. After she left, Corey looked around the corner where the basement stairs were, and then went and sat next to me on the couch,

putting his arm behind it. I remember looking at him funny, but ultimately just went back to the show and ignored him. Shortly after, he tried talking to me, but it was a normal connoisse. conversation. Something I wasn't used to with him. I remember talking to him like I was expecting it to turn into a joke at some point, but it never did. He asked if I was ready to be done with school, about my siblings, all of that. But then his questions turned a bit more personal. He asked

if I had a boyfriend, currently or before, how far I'd gone with the boy and commented on how grown up I looked compared to last year. I just tried to be vague and give short answers because it was making me feel really uncomfortable. Then he put his hand on my knee and offered to experiment with me if I wanted. I jumped off the couch and went to the bathroom, locking myself in until I heard April come back upstairs. I was scared he may try to stop me if he saw me go downstairs, so I went to a room that would make sense, and I could lock the door. When I heard April come up

and tell Corey to move, I hollered for her. When she met me, I pulled her into the bathroom and told her what Corey had said and done. She apologized and agreed that he had been weird lately. She even said that he had asked about me

and when I was coming over again. Neither of us expected him to get like this, otherwise we would have just gone to my house. we instead decided to move it to her room for the rest of the night to avoid him. After doing whatever in her room for a few hours, with no interruptions from Corey, we got ready for bed, as both of us were getting pretty tired. She had a pretty big bed, so we were both on it, me on the side closest to the door. I'm not sure how long I was out, but I remember waking up at some point and it was still dark outside.

I remember being in that weird state between sleeping and waking up, where everything feels slightly unreal. As I lied there, trying to fall back to sleep, something made me open my eyes again. I looked around the room as I was facing the door, and that's when it finally registered in my head. The door was cracked open. The light in the hallway was shining right on my face,

and there was a dark figure in the doorway. I blinked a few times trying to focus, but no matter what I did, the figure was still there. I was trying to remember if we left the door open or not, because that was the only thing that I could think of, until the figure started moving. It entered the room slowly and turned, and that's when I realized it was Corey. He shut the door, and then I watched his figure from the little moonlight that was coming in through the window, as he walked slowly towards the bed. I had completely froze. I couldn't move, and I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what I could do.

Your brain does weird things and moments of fear and probably being half awake at that matter, and mine decided that if I stayed still and kept my eyes mostly closed, that he would just go away, that maybe if he realized I wasn't awake to witness his torment, then he wouldn't bother. But I now know that's not what he was going for. Corey knelt at the edge of the bed, and I could hear him breathing.

I held my eyes mostly closed and watched him as he started reaching for the blanket. I had bawled some of it into my fist and tucked my hand under my head to hold it in place. but I could feel him pulling on it. He finally managed to yank it out of my hand, which made me jump. There was no way he didn't know I was awake at that point. He whispered my name, and the next thing I heard was, What are you doing in my room?

Corey jumped back, and I sat up to see April turning on her lamp. She kept screaming at him, and he made his way towards the door with his hands out, like he was trying to calm her down. I remember pulling the blanket back up around me and listening to Corey say, Be quiet. April kept yelling at him, and her parents were now in the room yelling as well.

April told her parents what she saw, and to my surprise, she woke up to the jolt of him pulling down the blanket. They asked me the same, and I told them how I saw him walk into the room. I saw their dad's face turn red, and he grabbed Corey by his shirt and dragged him out of the room. room. Her mom came over to us and apologized, and April demanded that she should get a lock for

her door, and her mom nodded. She stayed there with us to try and calm us down and talk to us. She tried telling us about the party. They apparently hadn't even been home very long before this happened. It was nice of her to do this, but I could still hear her dad yelling and Corey apologizing repeatedly in the next room. After some time, her mom left the room and told us to go back to sleep. It took us a while. April was asking me what all happened and apologized, but I think we were both a bit too awake to sleep again.

The next morning, I waited until April was awake before we left her room. When we stepped into the living room, her dad was asleep on the couch, and Corey was nowhere around. April later told me that her dad probably slept out there to make sure he didn't try anything again. I didn't know this at the time, but her parents told my parents what had happened, and I wasn't allowed back over there. I was kind of upset, but at the same time, okay with it. April was still able to stay at our place. At that age, I was creeped out, but the fact that nothing worse happened and I never saw him again, it was enough to make me push it behind me. Once I started high school, April started hanging out with a different crowd and we drifted apart.

No hate or anything, we just weren't the same people. But this all came back up around now that I'm an adult because she had actually recently added me on Facebook. I noticed that as we chatted, she never brought up her brother, and I feared maybe he died or something, and I really didn't want to talk about it. I saw that her father had passed away from her previous posts, and she didn't mention it, so I assumed it was the same situation.

Until I started looking for him, I don't know why I did it, but I guess I was just curious where the guy that tried to flirt with a child ended up. Turns out, he's actually. doing time for assault and domestic battery. So, I guess some people never change. I'm thankful that April wasn't like that, and that her parents even seemed to believe us.

Her parents were always very kind and supportive, so it's strange to me that he ended up the way that he did. I can only hope that his other victims were able to heal and move on with their lives. 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.

Hi, Raven. I'm a new listener to your podcast, and I've listened to so many already, which encouraged me to write you a couple of stories of my own. I've had a few paranormal experiences in my lifetime. I do have quite a few different stories, so I'm not sure if you just want to tell one or multiple of them. Starting off with just a quick little background, I'm a 16-year-old female, and ever since I was little, I feel like I've been able to communicate slash see many sorts of spirits. It's super weird, I know, but it's so weird to me even. For starters, a little background to this story.

I have a little sister. I was probably around 7 to 8 years old when this happened. Our house was kind of small, and so the setup was my room on one side, and my sisters were directly across from mine. My parents slept in the basement. Mind you, this happened many times, and so whenever I got scared, I went downstairs to sleep with my parents. So it was at night.

My mom had just tucked me and my sister in, and we both used to keep our doors open, because it was scary. So, obviously, I could see straight into my sister's room. I had a loft bed at the time. It's like a bunk bed, but without a bottom bunk, just for stuff like storage, work, space, etc. For some reason, I always woke up in the dead middle of the night. I'm not quite sure why, but everyone thought that it was weird too.

It didn't matter if I went to bed late or early. I always woke up dead in the middle of the night. It used to terrify me. Anyways, that specific night I had woken up for some reason, and I was wide awake, and so I opened my eyes and looked around. Here's where I absolutely freak out. I look over towards my sister's room and I just see this huge figure standing right outside her door, just staring at me.

It was definitely taller than the door. It didn't really have a face, I guess. It was a completely black figure just standing there. So, obviously, I'm literally eight years old, and I cover myself up with every blanket on my bed and did not look. I didn't get up, and I couldn't fall back asleep. My whole body was shaking so badly. This experience has haunted me for years and years.

I'm not too sure if it's the same spirit, but ever since then, I constantly feel like I'm being watched, and sometimes out of the corner of my eye I can see a tall, dark figure scurry through. To this day, it still haunts me, and I'm always whipping my head around as if I've seen something. I don't know how to get it away or to leave. Has this happened to anyone else before? Or maybe I'm just crazy. Super short side note as well.

There are so many more experiences with the paranormal I've had, but they are super short. Anyways, a short little story. So I work at a hotel as a housekeeper. The weird thing is, the hotel is supposedly haunted. It crease me out a little because I'm always listening to your podcasts while working. And ever since I started working there last year, it's been really weird. Like, I always see figures out of the corner of my eye time and time again.

I've heard a really, really deep voice saying my name, making me literally run out of the room no matter what I'm doing. But I think I was most scared when I came home from work. I had brought this really weird cowbell that I found inside a hotel room, and I brought it home. Our house is currently set up, like mine in my sister's room are upstairs, and my parents' room is downstairs. I was messing with my mom saying, like,

oh, if I ring this bell, it's summon spirits. Stupid, I know. But I ring it? Because it's literally just a bell. Nothing weird, right? I mean beside the fact that I brought it home from a haunted hotel. Anyway, I ring it then had gone upstairs to change my house. clothes. You know when you can hear someone walking behind you? If you have creaky floors like my

house does, I walked upstairs into my room and I swear I heard my dog coming in behind me. So I turned around to pet him and greet him. Well, he was actually downstairs laying on the couch. I'm not even kidding, my heart dropped. It seriously scared the hell out of me because it literally sounded like my dog, which made me start thinking about 100 billion different things. It almost sounded like a little child walking behind me. It sounds so dumb, but, like, what if the thing from the hotel followed me home? I have seriously debated quitting because it scares me so much seeing and hearing things, but also, I feel like I'm one of the very select people that can see and hear them because I've had

connections with the afterlife many times. Like I said, I have so many more stories, but they are quite short. Please do let me know if you want to hear them. I love telling people my stories, but I just wish that they wouldn't happen to me. The story that I'm about to share with you is based on a true event. I considered labeling the story under the category of paranormal because what I saw was extraordinary and unexplainable. but you're about to hear is a spiritual experience that happened randomly,

but also felt like it was perfect timing in my life. It all started when I was 19 years young. I worked as a waitress at a Greek restaurant named Olympia. I worked there so often, and I met a lot of new friends and got to know the regular customers of this restaurant pretty well. At this time of my life, I felt so friendly, outgoing, open-minded, and was smiling a lot, and I just wanted to spread peace and positivity to everyone I see.

I never judged anyone based off their looks. I smiled at everyone and treated them all the same. Some people even called me a hippie and a free spirit. I had a customer named Michael that once brought me a book called The Power of Now, which is a book all about living in the present moment. moment. Where I was working and grew up, I felt like my age group was into partying and dating, which was not really my interest. And there was not too many good role models and influencers that offered me another alternative way of life that involved being peaceful, healthy, and working

on your inner and outer self. So, when Michael gifted me a self-improvement book, I thought, now, that's a cool friend. Offering a teenager a book about living more in the present moment, instead of giving me drugs or asking me the question all teenagers dread, what do you want to go to school for, or be when you grow up? Anyways, Michael was one of the few people that stood out to me when I was working there. The location of this restaurant was near a Native American Seneca reservation. I remember this big man would come in to eat, and he stood out to me because he was the first person I saw in my life with a face tattoo.

His face tattoo was a giant black bear's claw that covered most of his face. I was his waitress a few times, and I connected with him and his family while at the restaurant. A few months later, I decided to quit my job in New York at the Olympia Restaurant, in this small town still being 19. I wanted a change in my life, such as packing my car with everything I owned and driving to California to create a new life. and go to a place that felt more like my vibe. Before leaving on this new big adventure, my friend Bridget invited me and a few other friends

to go participate in a sweat lodge on the Seneca Reservation. She texted me letting me know to dress a particular way, being a female we had to wear long skirts in the lodge, no jewelry, and a shirt that covered our shoulders. When we got there, we all got barefoot, and were handed a small red pouch that was tied shut. It was filled with tobacco, a symbol of protection.

We were guided to walk around the fire clockwise and throw this small sack into the fire over our shoulder with a prayer. We lined up to the entrance of this sweat lodge, men first and women second, oldest to youngest. There was sunlight still out when we went inside, and we were told that we would sit for three hours in there. One of my guy friends, who came with us, looked a bit nervous when they said three hours, because, for some of our group, this was our first time at a sweat lodge ever.

Sitting in there was around 32 people. We sat cross-legged. I was in the front row next to the fire. The door was open, so the light from outside was shining into the lodge. They were bringing hot lava rocks inside with the pitchfork and placing them in the center of the lodge. When I looked up, I saw the same man from the restaurant I used to work at, with the giant black bear claw tattered on his face. He recognized me, and he named me Olympia, which was the name of the restaurant that he recognized me from. I thought the name was cool, and I felt even more welcomed.

Let's name the man with a tattooed face bearclaw for this story. Bearclaw asked me to hold space for this ceremony, and, you know, and he said, he said, and handed me a paper bag filled with cedar, and said to continually sprinkle it on the lava rock until it was gone. As I was throwing the cedar, I could smell the sweet fragrance of the forest now in the lodge. He then told the group that he was going to pass around this salve, and we were to place it directly on the crown of our head. The salve was named Bearbom. He said that this would connect us closer to the spirit world and divine. I am going to note here that the same. I am going to note here that I did not smoke, drink, or eat anything, and did not do any drugs that day.

This was a totally sober experience. I would close my eyes, breathe, and listen to the drumming in the Native American chants and medicine songs. I now fully assume that Bearclaw was the chief and leader of this lodge. He would guide the English-speaking people to chant the native songs the best they could, even if they didn't know how to pronounce it, just to feel it and to participate. After some time being fully present, and open to this sweat lodge in the culture,

I open my eyes to see a deep, dark, purple orb floating high above our heads. And then out of the corner of my eye, and now in front of my face, I see a deep, dark, emerald green orb flying all around our heads, and then I see two bright, light, playful orbs flying around. They're about the size of my fist.

I had no idea what I was looking at because I had never seen something so bright and round flying around. It was not an animal or an insect. It was so real because I could see it when I was opening my eyes, but I couldn't see them when I was closing my eyes. The weirdest thing was that the white orb would come in front of my face directly and get so close and giggle in a eye.

high-pitched voice like he-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h. Almost like it was being silly in knowing that I could see it, and that I was surprised, and it was having fun, flying circles around my head, and then going up and down and around. I was thinking that the rest of the people were seeing this, and I didn't move. I was sitting still in the meditation posture. It was so incredible to hear and see these orbs flying around me. I think there were five total. I remember there being more white-light

orbs, purple and green, and they all kept flying. They would whisper in my ear. They came to the side of my head and the back of my head, and then they would fly up again, and I was just sitting there watching these orbs laughing, giggling, and

flying around. It seemed like they were getting closer to me than anyone else in the lodge. After we got out of the sweat lodge, I felt like I was re-birthed, and it was now nighttime outside. I was fully drenched in sweat, my clothes were even completely wet that I was wearing, but I didn't feel cold just refreshed and renewed. When we crawled out of the sweat lodge, I noticed the stars in the sky and the moon was full and completely red, with hints of orange. My friend said that tonight is a strawberry full moon and that the natives know this full moon

because this is the time of the season when you would normally harvest strawberries. After slightly processing what I had just seen, I asked my friend who was also spiritual and open-minded if she saw those orbs that were flying around in the sweat lodge as well. I explained to her the colors and what they looked like and she said no. She didn't see that. Then I asked a few other words.

of my friends that I also came with if they saw the orbs, and they said they did not. After clearly hearing that no one had the same experience as me, I just felt like this was an experience just for me to have. Because I'm open to seeing, experiencing, learning, I'm open-minded to discovering more in life than what we are used to seeing with our naked eyes day to day. As this was a transitional time and what felt like a big step in my life, I felt protected. and that everything would work out, taking that leap of being a teenager and traveling the country by myself. This event happened in the perfect time of my life, because with this new experience, I now realized that you can see some magical and unexplainable energy without doing any sort of drugs or hallucinogenics.

And that changed me as a human, and shifted my interest more into spirituality, herbalism, and sweat-lodge ceremonies. I'm more inspired to be more open to hearing other people's experiences with the paranormal, glitches in the Matrix, past life stories, etc. I have no doubt now that with those bright small orbs flying around me and presenting themselves to me, like they wanted to be noticed. It makes me question a lot, and know that there is more to life. We closed the sweat lodge gathering by going inside an apartment. everyone brought a dish to pass, which we called the potluck.

Everyone was very hungry and thirsty from sweating for all those hours, but before we dived into the food, there was a person who took one plate and added a little bit of each food that everyone had brought. They made a plate for the spirits to eat before us. The person with the paper plate of food brought it to the burning fire that earlier we had walked around by the sweat lodge and then burned the food in the food. the fire, saying that the spirit of the fire ate before us,

and after that they had a long pipe filled with tobacco, and they passed it around to each person. But not everybody would smoke this, and also myself who did not smoke and did not want to in this one, we were told to just tap it on our right shoulder,

our left shoulder, and then up to our third eye, the center of our brows. Then pass it along. This was a symbol of peace and unity. Then, after eating, we all went home. A random part of the story that I remember, I met an elder who was not wearing a shirt and had jean shorts, and he wore turquoise rings on each of his fingers, and had two turtle shells

tattooed on each of his kneecaps. They called him Turtle Man. I thought he was interesting. Anyway, even now at 28 years young, I know this story shapes who I am today. I shared the story to some people who I felt would understand or have an explanation, but to this day, I do not have an explanation, or logical reason for why that happened. When I studied yoga in Costa Rica, I tried asking one of the elders there if she knew what these orbs meant. She said that they could be chakras, which are energy wheels, different colors symbolizing different energy centers in our body that need to be balanced, or are, extremely amplified.

I still don't 100% know why these orbs came to me. I do know that it was a magical experience, and now I know that energy is real, seen and unseen, in my perspective. This strangely enough took place at a bachelorette party.

My friend Avery got engaged in 2019 and originally plans to get married in 2020. Due to unforeseen circumstances, they decided to hold off on it, wanting to have a large ceremony and they wanted everyone to be comfortable with it. So finally, they had set a day in 2022, and some serious planning was in play. I was to be her maid of honor, so I helped with a lot of the planning. One of the things I got to help with and was excited for was her bachelorette party. Instead of the typical bar hopping in Wild Night downtown, she wanted something more low-key. She wanted to do an adult sleepover in a sense.

She would have a normal party for the day, and then she invited a few of us close to her and or in the wedding, to stay overnight at her parents' holiday home. They moved further south, but they kept their old house to stay in at the winter, or when they came to visit her and her siblings. They told her she could use it for her party, and she was even more ecstatic, because it was her childhood home. I even stayed nights there with her when we were younger. There were six of us in total. Avery, our mutual friends, Joy and Robin, Avery's sister-in-law, Margaret, and a girl that Avery worked with named Tanya.

I knew Joy and Robin, of course. I had met Margaret a few times, and she was also super chill, and we loved hanging out with her. her. Avery said that she had become the little sister that she never had. And Tanya, I only met her once, but she seemed nice too. Avery obviously liked her enough to not only invite her to the wedding, but even the party. She got along with everyone and clicked well with our personalities. In fact, it felt like we had known each other for years, and we just hadn't seen each other for years. The plan was to drink a lot of cheap wine, Eat, talk, play games, and open presents. We made dinner together as we played songs from our childhood and judged each other.

We had started playing a rowdy game of Never Have I Ever with shots of wine, when Tanya kept getting distracted by her phone. We were all adults, and she probably still had responsibilities, so no big deal. That's when she interrupted, apologizing, but she said that her boyfriend lived nearby, and asked Avery if he could stop by to give her a charger for her phone because she forgot hers. Avery said that was fine, so she ran outside excusing herself. We continued with our game, and Tanya came back in about 20 minutes with a bag in hand. Sure, it took a while, but they were probably talking or something.

It wasn't anything that we found too weird. The night continued, and we moved on to opening presents. It was all the normal gag gifts and some fun ones, but once again, I noticed Tanya constantly being on her phone. But I would notice a change in her expression as she looked at her phone, more like she was concentrating or upset. Then, when she put her phone away, she would look up and smile and laugh like everything was normal. A bit strange, but again, I chalked it up to it being a serious conversation that she was involved. in. But then she would excuse herself and walk outside as she put her phone up to her ear. Avery said that she didn't have any kids, so I assumed maybe it was a fight with her boyfriend or

something. I just thought, at least she was nice enough to walk away to not make things awkward. Whatever the situation, I felt bad for her, but it was also none of my business. It was around midnight. A lot of our energy was low and we were. we had all settled into the living room, just trying to find something to watch. I followed Avery into the kitchen to get some sweets for us at her request. That's when she asked me how I felt about Tanya. At first, I said that she seemed fine. But then Avery asked very specifically about how she was acting,

and confirmed that she was noticing the same thing. She said she didn't mind her being on her phone or stepping away for the crime. calls, but was more concerned by how upset she looked. She even said that when she went to the bathroom, which was by the front door, she could hear her talking and heard her say, because I don't want to, not tonight. She was concerned if she needed to do something or leave. Maybe she was being told to do something and she didn't want to. I agreed that it was strange, but I was at a loss on how we would even bring it up, or even if we should. We brought in a tray of different snacks, and Avery stopped to take a moment and thanked us all for coming out for her silly sleepover.

But then she also said that she wouldn't be upset if anyone had to leave, now or early, and that she wouldn't kick anyone out of the wedding if they did. And we all laughed. I paid attention to Tanya, who smiled at the comment, but the laugh seemed weak and insincere. Margaret made a joke to bring the moods back up, and we finally decided on a movie to watch. But throughout the entire movie, Tanya had her phone out and even left the room a few times. After the movie, Joy and Robin said that they were tired, and Avery told them that they could take her old room and they headed off. We were going to start another movie, and about halfway through,

Tanya said she was going to head to bed too. I remember looking at her to wish her a good night, and her eyes looked watery, like she was going to cry. I finally butted in and asked her if everything was okay, trying to look genuinely worried for her. She smiled and said she was fine and just really tired. Avery pushed the subject too, and asked if she was okay or if she needed anything.

But she once again said that she was fine and thanked her for the invite. Avery showed her the spare bedroom, and then we continued with the movie. At some point, during the movie, Margaret passed out on the couch, so we left her alone. I agreed to take the other couch so Avery could have the last bedroom, her parents' room. After the movie ended, she shuffled into the room and I got myself set up on the couch. I was starting to drift off when I heard a thud that woke me up. I looked around and didn't immediately see anything, so I lied back down, not wanting to get up from my position.

I drifted back off. I don't know how long I was out after that, but I was jolted awake when I heard screaming. Margaret and I both looked back towards the bedrooms, but we were frozen in place. Then we heard a bunch of shots, shuffling and more screaming. We both jumped from the couch.

I grabbed my phone and Margaret by the arm in motion toward the kitchen. The garage door was through there, and my only thought was to go somewhere they were less likely to check. We ran quickly and silently, as I tried to peek down the hallway. The light was on in the room that Joy and Robin were in, and I could see shadows on the wall, but that was it. Once in the garage, I called 911 who said that. that there were already cops en route. At the time, I was relieved.

I didn't think about it until I had more time to think about it, but I didn't know who managed to call before we had. We waited in the garage, and I asked Margaret if she thought we should go check on the others, but she said no. The chances of us being able to help if the four of them couldn't help themselves was not looking good in our favor.

I felt awful, and I knew Margaret did too. All we could do was wait and hope that they weren't injured. The police seemed to get there a lot faster than I expected, and I could hear shouting at someone to get on the ground. That's when we opened the door and stood in the kitchen. I saw three cops in the hallway, two on the floor holding someone down, the third cop standing behind them. They turned and saw us and asked who we were.

We explained who we all were and why we were there. We then asked if the rest of them were okay, and they said yes. And that's about when the other two started walking some guy out in dark pants and a hoodie, handcuffed. I had never seen that man in my life. Avery, Joy and Robin all came out looking distraught with tears in their eyes. We all sat in the living room and gave statements as we all noticed the same thing. Tanya was not around. I feared something had happened to her, but no one was saying anything,

until we all actually started giving our statements. We all brought up Tanya and the fact that she was supposed to be in one of the rooms, and we asked where she was. The cops said that they only saw the three of them in the rooms and no one else. Two of the officers did another sweep around the house, and the outside, and still she was nowhere to be found. They even said all the cars were accounted. counted for. Joy and Robin rode together. Avery picked up Margaret in her car, and my car was out there,

but Tanya's was not. It was like she was never there that night. The covers weren't even pulled down like she was in the bed. None of us could explain it. Only one guy was seen in Cots, so it's not like she was abducted. The only thing that made sense was that she left without telling anyone. Was it because of her calls and texts from earlier that night? Did she decide to leave without telling us, maybe due to embarrassment? Did she just get extremely lucky with her timing? At the time, I was just hoping she was okay. But then, we soon learned that the break-in and Tanya's leaving was, in fact, related.

Avery caught me up after going over it all with the police. She had gotten a long text from Tanya apologizing for everything. She said that she wanted out of the life that she was living and that she truly had a great night with us. She said that she never intended to plan a hit on our party because she truly enjoyed our company, but she said that her life was threatened. So she said she had to leave before anyone showed up,

fearing Malcolm, Tanya's boyfriend, more than the police. but she also knew that we would be okay since she had tipped them off about it. Apparently the police got there so fast because Tanya had called in and reported a break-in at the house before they even got there. Malcolm was apparently Tanya's boyfriend, and he was very controlling and abusive. He used her to get close to other people, and then would use that as an opportunity to rob them. We were not supposed to be involved, but once we were,

Once he showed up unannounced, because she was required to tell him where she was going to be, he wanted something out of it, because the house looked nice. When she refused, he threatened to hurt her and us, so she finally gave in. However, she left, called it in, and then turned herself in the next day. She got all this from the cop who brought Avery in the next day. she said that she had sent her the text before she turned herself in. Shocked is not a strong enough word to describe my thoughts. Avery knew Tanya from work, and she said she was a very typical co-worker. Avery was Tanya's mentor when she started, and she said she was always a hard worker.

She was rarely late or missed a day. She caught on quickly and never gotten any trouble. Avery is a manager, so she would see the corrective actions. She never gave off any weird vibes or acted suspicious either, so she even found it hard to believe that this was all real. Tanya and her boyfriend had been doing this for years, and it obviously aided her enough that she turned herself in. They had found duct tape, zip ties, and a knife on Malcolm, and if he was planning on using that all on us, I can't imagine the things he had done to others, possibly complete strangers. I know he ended up in prison for the robberies, and thanks to Tanya, they were able to tie them to several previous ones.

I read that Tanya was doing time too, but it was less due to her cooperation. From then on, I've honestly had a weird paranoia about meeting new people. I thought I knew her well enough, Avery, especially, but... but you really have no idea what's going on behind closed doors. Hi, this is my first experience with the paranormal, first of many. I was 16, so it was about 12 years ago. I was clubbing with my older cousins in a country where they had kids nightclubs, where they sold alcohol and cigarettes to kids.

My cousin had offered me a cigarette, not that I ever were. wanted to smoke, but I gave in due to peer pressure. As I inhaled and began to cough my lungs out, in the darkness behind a tree, I saw a figure's head staring at me. I didn't think too much of it because it was dark and maybe he was just peeing on the tree. A week went by and this is when I started seeing things. I was hiding my new found smoking habit for my parents, and only having a smoke if they were gone, or if I was out for a walk or they were asleep. I went to the back of our house, where we were halfway through building a granny flat. I took a seat on the inside of the door, so I was hidden and lit up.

I was texting on my phone, and I noticed a light, very drastically being shaken around. So I dropped the smoke and squished it out while looking through the window, towards the light. That's where I saw a black figure running with a lantern. I start to turn around to look out the door and I see no one. No light, no figure, just darkness. I was wondering if it was our neighbor. Our houses were about 50 meters away from each other, but each had about 3,000 square meters of land apiece. We also used to visit each other by going around the back of the houses, as there was a little gate for easy access. I looked out the door and called out my neighbor's name.

There was no answer. I started getting freaked out, and as I was about to start heading into the house, I heard a noise, like leaves rustling and a low growl. My brain just kicked into overdrive and said, Did you forget the wolves make their way into the village at night? So I ran, thinking it was a wolf. and saving myself, forgetting all about the figure. I climbed into bed, and that's when I remembered the figure.

I couldn't figure out who it would have been other than my neighbor. Fast forward about a week, and I'm on the balcony on the top floor of the house, having another smoke. I look into the distance, and I see a light again. I saw it. The figure was there again. I should mention now that my parents were at our neighbors, And as I'm focusing on the figure, then suddenly I hear, The hell are you doing?

My mom screamed it from the darkness. This time they decided to come around the front of the house, having to pass the figure. After realizing it's my parents, I dropped the cigarette behind me while barefoot, stepped back directly onto it, burning the bottom of my foot. An argument ensued about my new habit, but at the end, I asked them who was the dark figure? They looked at me funny and said that they didn't see anyone. They didn't see the figure, and this started to freak me out.

They're very religious, and decided to take me to a white mage to get rid of this apparent spirit. That didn't last, as not even three days after the visit to the white mage, the figure returned. Late at night, I was having another smoke outside. My parents didn't care that much at this point about the smoking. This is when I saw the figure again, this time closer to me and the house. Standing maybe 50 meters from me, and the lantern was only illuminating the ground around the figure, but only pitch black remained of said figure. I asked, who are you?

And there was no response, just silence. I started to step back, keeping my eyes on the figure, and as soon as I'm close to the house, I run. My parents see me running and ask why I was running. I didn't tell them that I saw the figure, as during the argument, they mentioned that I'd be sent to an insane asylum if the white mage didn't work. That same night, I was asleep in bed when I had a dream. My grandparents were looking at me from the side like I was in a hospital bed,

starting with my grandparents, grandma, dad, mom, and sister in that order, telling me to go outside. Kind of like one appearing on one side and disappearing before the next appears on the other, telling me to go outside. Then, in a raspy, horrible voice from above me, a dark figure appears and tells me the same. That's when I woke up. I didn't go outside, but I looked out the window.

everything was pitch black. The only thing that was different that I could see is anything that should have been organic, like grass and trees. It was all dark purple. That's when I see the white light below me. I look down and I see the figure. I close the blind and run into bed covering myself completely and I didn't sleep that night. So I got up absolutely exhausted. skip forward a month, with nothing but a few restless nights.

It was finally time for bed. I fell asleep with no issues. But I awoke just after midnight to see the light on. I got up and saw the dark figure, standing at my feet. It moves its hand to its mouth area, and I hear a shh sound. I was too scared to move, let alone make a noise. The figure pointed to my smokes, and as I looked over at them, he vanished, like smoke. I didn't sleep for like a week after that, but it was also the last time I saw the figure, and I took to calling him the lantern looker.

I wonder if I'll ever see him again. This was my first real experience with the paranormal, but there are many more, so if people want to hear more, I'm happy to submit them. As a young girl, I had friends over and sleepovers quite often. I loved gathering with a group of friends and just doing whatever we felt like that night, not to mention all the inside jokes that came out of those nights. The thought that we knew something that no one at school would understand was a great feeling to me at the time.

But there was one night that stood out from the rest that I want to tell you about now. It was my 13th birthday, and after my party, I was allowed to have a sleepover with up to four friends. After we all got settled for the night, my parents said they were going to go out for a few hours, leaving my friends and I to be watched by my 17-year-old sister. She basically stayed in her room and left us alone, even though she wasn't obnoxious or anything. I think she just preferred to be in her room talking to her friends on the landline. Or maybe in the computer room. Either way, it meant that we practically had the house to ourselves.

And I was excited. I was a preteen now and felt cool and independent. That night consisted of myself, my friends Jade, Sierra, Mel, and Megan. My parents ordered pizza for us before they left, so we devoured that. We watched some cheesy movies, gossiped about school, did our hair and made. and then had a silly fashion show on the back deck, wearing each other's clothes. My sister even let us borrow some of her scarves and dresses. We were all just having a genuine blast doing the typical girl's stuff.

Around 11 p.m., we finally decided to pull out the air mattress and set it up in the living room, moving the coffee table and pushing back the chairs and couch. To give a little bit of the setup of the room, because it is a little bit of the room, because it is relevant. The wall with the front door has a wide window on it. There's a cushioned rocking chair and a recliner against that wall with a table in between them. The opposite wall has a half wall that you could see into the kitchen. The couch was also against this wall. The west wall was where the TV was, as well as a few wall decorations, including a clock and large decorative window. The east wall didn't have much to it. There was a wall.

was a small closet in a side table where we usually put our purses and backpacks. Then the hallway to the bedrooms. Once we got the mattress set up, we all sat on it and continued talking about whatever came to mind. I think it was all the excitement and soda we drank, but we seemed to be pretty wired. I last looked up at the clock when it was 2 a.m., and we were talking about making popcorn. We were debating on popcorn or just pulling the pizza back out. As we talked, I heard a gasp from Megan and we looked at her, and I just remember how all the color drained from her face.

She was staring up at the wall, and I followed her gaze to see what she was seeing. At first I thought it was the clock. Maybe she was surprised by just how late it was, until I saw the movement in the mirror that caught my attention. There in the mirror, it was reflecting the sliding door in the kitchen, the door that was slightly opened, and a single long arm was reaching in and running up and down the wall, like it was trying to find something.

A light switch, maybe? We all stared for several seconds at this sight, frozen in fear. There were no adults home, and my parents certainly wouldn't be coming in from the back door. Jade whispered to me what we should do, and they all started talking about, what if the person sees us, or, runs in. I don't know what came over me, but I slowly stood up,

motioning to my friends to be quiet. And I approached the kitchen. I remember my heart beating so fast. I could feel it in my ears. I walked towards the slider, and once I reached the handle, I realized the person was facing away from the door,

like their back was to it, and they were still waving their arm around against the wall. Then I grabbed the handle and quickly shoved it closed. The sound that came out of the man sounded inhuman, and he screamed and tried to pull his arm out. I pushed harder against the door, and I swear I heard a crack. That's about the time my friends started screaming too. I yelled at them to get my sister, and Jade came over and helped push on the door.

As my sister came running down, she grabbed the phone from the kitchen, and said, I assumed, called 911. I heard another sickening pop sound, and the man let out one last scream and managed to get his arm out. We slammed the door shut and locked it. I was on high alert at this point, and my hands were shaking uncontrollably. I shut the curtains that were on the slider and ran around,

making sure the windows and front door were locked too. Then my sister yelled at me to call dad. The computer room had another, landline that was on its own line, so I went to it and called my parents, telling them what had happened. I honestly don't remember who got there faster, because I remember them all running up to the door at the same time. They all asked us what happened, and I do remember how surprised the cop was when I told

him what I did. It was a terrifying situation, but my fight or flight mode kicked in, and it told me to fight. He was impressed. I remember him even having a quick chuckle, like he was amused that the little 13-year-old girl did all that. It was a nice moment of relief between all the horror of what just played out. They checked out the back door, and they found several cigarette butts, but no one in my house smokes,

and then they found what looked like the top part of a butter knife. I remember the cop explaining to my parents how they had seen. seen something similar used in home invasions. They basically left it in the sliding doors or some windows, and that would prevent the latch from catching, so they could easily open it back up. That was pretty terrifying for me. We had been out on the patio, because it was long, using it as our catwalk. Was he out there watching us at that point? After all was said and done, they didn't catch the guy that night and didn't see anyone in the area, so they left us after taking a report. My parents let us continue our party in my room, and they stayed in the living room that night.

My sister even joined us after that. We were probably up until about 5 a.m. before we finally fell asleep. Thankfully, my parents let us sleep in, and we all woke up around noon. Still pretty tired, but none of us could sleep anymore. It was kind of awkward that morning, but thankfully, my friends didn't shun me after that. They actually thought what I did was pretty cool and brave, which did make me feel better. When my friend's parents all came to pick them up, my mom told them all what had happened, and all the parents were just as shocked and impressed.

I was also thankful they didn't ban them from coming over anymore. I heard my mom tell Jade's mom that they actually caught the guy, so, after they were all gone, I asked her about it. She confirmed that they did catch him, and I was instantly relieved. Not only did I stop something worse from possibly happening, he was also arrested, so I didn't have to fear him returning. A few years later, my parents explained a bit more about what had happened with the guy. Apparently he went to the hospital, because his arm became pretty useless and swollen.

and I had managed to shatter his elbow, and with how he pulled his arm, he dislocated it and tore some skin. It was pretty hard to lie about since the cops were already looking for a guy with a messed up arm, and called the local hospitals to inform them, too. Thankfully, they paid attention and reported it. So from then on, my parents and sister teased me about staying away from men and doors. I'm still impressed with what I did that night, even now as an adult, because I'm not sure if I would do the same.

That just goes to show you should never underestimate what kids are capable of. But truly, I also thank Megan, because she was the first one to notice him, and I don't know what would have happened if she hadn't noticed. Hi, Raven. I'm a follower of Christ,

but at one point in my life I was a staunch atheist, or at the very least agnostic. I'm a scientist in a neuroscience PhD program, so I've often been skeptical of spiritual things, but I wanted to share the story that made me sincerely change my perspective and had me look hard at my life. My entire life, I've lived with bouts of sleep paralysis. A side story that comes to mind is when I had dreamt of a young, lady who tried drugs at a party in a cabin in the woods and overdosed.

No one helped her, and the rest of the partiers left when they realized she'd OD'd. I woke from that dream in a sleep paralysis state, and the girl from my dream with dark long hair and pale skin was at my bedside. She was wrapped in pieces of cloth to conceal her decay, but she was caressing my arm and asking me to help her in soft whispers. Talk about scary. So, needless to say, I have extremely vivid dreams that are often filled with life-like realities. But the story that I want to tell you was different from the other sleep paralysis or nightmares I've had. It forever changed me, and it often takes a lot of courage for me to talk about it.

I wanted to try to face it today by writing it to you as a sort of exposure therapy. My husband and I fell asleep one night over the summer. It was a night like any other. We showered, talked, and then hit the lights to sleep. When I started to dream, however, an awful vision came to me. I was in a clinical-looking room, all white walls, white-tiled floors, and a single dim LED light bulb above me. I was sitting on a cold metal chair,

and in front of me was a large metal slab that appeared to be a table. I was shaking and nervous. Across the table sat a figure. I could barely make out its features since the backlight of the bulb was essentially blocking out its face, but I could feel it staring at me intently.

I didn't have to say a word the entire time. This figure began to talk to me. I'm going to do my best to summarize what this figure said to me, but I want people to know that it was far more intense. tense and scarier than what I could find the words to describe in this post. They think I am like the symbols they poke fun with.

The figure said in a monotone robotic voice, that I am like the goat's head and silly devil with horns. The figure moved closer to me now, leaning across the table, and I could now see its face, or rather lack of a face. The figure looked like a plastic mannequin, lifeless, without any eyes just soulless and gaping. Its skin was perfect, but clearly had no pores or any identifiable moles or wrinkles. Its lack of eyes was what unsettled me, just blackened tunnels that pierced into my soul.

And its voice was hollow like it was playing a voice recording that had been twisted and mixed in a raucous chorus. They think I'm the personification of evil. It's said now, unfazed and showing no emotions. Then I have vengeance and drive to do harm, but the truth is not that I am bad, said the figure, not moving a single muscle. It is that I lack a soul. I sat there now not saying anything, and I could feel myself having a panic attack. My ears were thumping, and my heart felt that dreadful, icy sensation.

That feeling when you know something horrible has to be a panic attack. happened. It was so quiet in this room, so suffocating. I was aware that I was in a dream, but I couldn't do anything to end it. I was forced to be in this vision with this figure. I harvest you, said the figure, and the only thing that gives me life is taking your emotions and splitting you from your soul. It doesn't matter if they're good emotions like joy or bad emotions like rage. I want all of them. I harvest the harvest them all when you're not protected. Whether it is from when you sin in your anger or sin in your pleasure, I take you no matter

what. At this point, I was crying. The tears were streaming down my face, but the figure's face kept inching closer to my own, and I couldn't look away. I am the void, is what it parted with, and that phrase forever stuck with me. I am the void, it repeated. and then its bottom jaw fell, elongated and wide, and inside its warped mouth I saw razor-sharp teeth and a literal void,

which appeared to look like space itself. This figure began to tug me towards its mouth, but I screamed and pushed it away, though I knew nothing was saving me. It began gnashing at my nose like some vicious dog, and I cried out to God. It was foreign to call out to God, as I've said, I was an atheist at this point in my life. But when I called to him, the dream ended abruptly. In my half-sleep, half-wake state,

I sprung out of our bed and literally ran to the other side of the room. Amid the craziness, I was crying, screaming, and shouting for the figure to go away. I was on my hands and knees and tears, still in a hazy dream state. I was crying so hard that I actually vomited, which is gross, I know. This obviously woke up my husband, who was now beside me trying to console me, and figure out what the heck I was doing. I must have cried for an entire hour. I was rocking myself like a literal baby, in so much fear and pain. I was never the same after that experience, and it totally changed me as a person.

Luckily, there is a happy ending. A few months later, after healing my trauma and opinions, past negative church experiences, I gave my life to Christ, who I believe had shown me that vision for a reason. I'm now living a wonderful life, and have never had a nightmare since that day, many years ago now. I know it sounds crazy, but I felt compelled to share this with you and your audience, since I know you all are chill accepting people on this channel. Thank you for giving us a platform to share such experiences that we normally would.

wouldn't be able to. I've listened to the podcast for a while now and decided to share my story. Once I was sleeping in my bed, but then I woke up. The sun was rising a little, but it was still dark. I was still very tired. I looked behind me at the headboard when I saw a long hand coming out from behind it. It was this long hand and it was all black. It was like a shadow except darker. Since I was tired, I wasn't thinking about it much, so I whacked at it, and then it quickly went under the bed. And then I fell back asleep. When I woke up a little later, the sun had risen more.

It was almost day, and my mom was also awake in the bed beside me lying down. Is there something on my head? My mom asked. I looked at her head, and I saw the black hands touching it. I was more awake and energetic now. I decided to whack at it again, and then it quickly went back under the bed. My mom asked me why I hit her, and I told her about the long black hand, and all she said was okay. I don't know what it was, but I think I saw a shadow person.

For most of 2015, I dated this guy named Enrique. We met each other from school, and we were both in the 10th grade. It was a toxic relationship, and he was very abusive and controlling. I tried breaking up with him many different times, but he would blackmail me. My father managed to put an end to our relationship. I don't know how he did it, but he must have threatened Enrique in a way that I can only imagine that it was beyond scarier than a horror movie. This didn't really solve anything, though. When in school, he would stare at me in class, and he would follow me in.

around almost everywhere for about like a week or a week and a half after our breakup. I decided that I would go to my friends for help and they in fact did help me. I had like three or four friends walk with me wherever I went and this did the trick, but only for a short amount of time. One Friday night, I went over to my friend's Mary's house for a sleepover. We ordered pizza, watched a movie, and gossiped about other kids in our school. At around 1230, we went upstairs to Mary's room and we were getting ready to go to bed. I was going to sleep in the same bed as her because her house only had three

other bedrooms, which were a guest bedroom, which was off limits at the time due to reconstruction, her parents' bedroom, who were out of town that whole week, and her twin brother's room, which he was also at a friend's house on the same exact night. I got dressed into my PJs, brushed my teeth, turned off the light, and shut Mary's bedroom door. A split second after I shut the door, I heard the glass of the window downstairs being shattered. Before either of us could say anything, we heard a voice from downstairs say, I know you're here, Sherry. You thought you could hide from me, but you're wrong. I knew this voice very well. It was Enrique's voice.

How did he even know that I was here if every shade in Mary's house was down? Was he following us? That could be possible. Without any second thought, we both went into the closet that was right next to Mary's bed. We found a drawer in the closets that had enough space to crawl behind, and both of us hid there. As we were hiding, we heard Enrique open every door every 15 to 20 seconds. as he was most likely going through each room to see where we were hiding.

We then heard his loud footsteps come upstairs. The first door he opened upstairs was the room that we were in. I remembered that it didn't have a lock on it. Enrique entered the room. You know when you say something accidentally at the wrong time? Well, that's what I did. As we were still in the closet, we heard Enrique sneeze. I don't know what came of me at that moment,

but I wasn't thinking right because I was scared for my life, and I said, Bless you. I then heard him say back, thank you. I lipped out the words, oh, crap, screw me. Footsteps then came to the closet, and we heard the door open. We couldn't hide ourselves anymore because I had just exposed myself and my presence. So I walked up to Enrique and Mary ran off. He tried grabbing me, but before he could try to try to be.

do that, I kicked him in the groin, to which he fell on his knees and groaned in pain. Then after that, I punched him right in the nose, which made his whole body lay down on the floor. It hurt my hand a little, but that wasn't the main focus at that moment. I ran out of the house and got outside and saw that Mary was walking up to her neighbor's steps. She got to the door, and she rang the doorbell like a dozen times. Just as I got to that door, I saw an old woman open the door and she was asking what was wrong. I told her that my ex-boyfriend had broken into Mary's house to find where I was, and that I'd fought back and that he was still in the house.

She let us in, Mary called the police on her cell phone, which she had in her pocket. The police came no later than eight minutes. They searched Mary's house, but they couldn't find Enrique anywhere. We thanked them for the help, and I told an officer that I would report everything the next day at the station. The officer said okay, and they left after that. I went back into Mary's house to pack everything up, and I called my mother, which she was surprisingly still up. I told her to come pick me up, and I explained everything to her. She came 15 minutes later.

I got home and immediately went to bed. The next morning I went with my mother to the police station, and gave my report. Weeks went by, and I finally got a restraining order against Enrique for five years. He couldn't be within 300 feet of me. The restraining order did eventually end,

but Enrique never tried to contact me again, even though I have him blocked on everything. It's a good thing that he's moved on. 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. It's literally just me doing everything. So any supports like that is greatly appreciated. Never expected, though. So if you go above and beyond with that, I do appreciate it. Some platforms also allow you to leave comments, and if you feel inclined to do so, please do.

I would appreciate that. I do have a Patreon in a merch store that you can also check out if you want to support a little further. The Patreon site of things get you early access to all of my content. It is formatted differently as it goes in line with what my YouTube channel is, but it is the same stories. Just different collections. There is also a website, as the ravendreams.com. Or you can check out pretty much everything about me, my social media platforms, fiction stories I've written if you want to read those,

as well as submitting your own stories, which there's a big button on the front page you click to do so. And those stories basically keep the podcast alive, to be honest with you. So, yeah. All that said, friends, I do hope that I see you again here very soon. Until then, remember that you are loved, that you are valid, that you are important. You're the best you that you can be. Don't forget it.

And until next time, much love and sleep well.