As The Raven Dreams Podcast - ATRD Ep. 168 - Creepy Neighbor and Chilling Paranormal stories

Episode Date: March 21, 2025

Today, on the 168th episode of the As The Raven Dreams podcast, we have 12 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 Creepy Neighbor stories as well as some chilling Paranormal stories. If you enjoyed this episode, be sure to like or rate the podcast, and leave me a comment with your thoughts if the platform your own supports it! Scary story episodes 2 to 3 times a week (New stories On Wed/Fri, Comps/remasters on Sundays) If you have a story to submit, would like to find where to listen to the podcast, or want to find me on social media platforms, all of that info can be found at https://www.astheravendreams.com You can also send stories into my subreddit (r/theravensdream) or email them to me at [e-mail] Want to check out some ATRD Podcast Merch? ➤ https://teechip.com/stores/astheravendreams Or for signed merch ➤ https://ko-fi.com/AsTheRavenDreams I wrote a novel, "The Insomniac's Experiment" by Raven Adams! Check it out on amazon (Or you can email me for a signed copy!) Join Patreon to get early access and support the Podcast! ➤ https://www.patreon.com/AsTheRavenDreams Check out my gaming channel with my pal Ghost_Ink ➤ @superNefariousBros On YouTube Disclaimer ➤ Episodes include a content warning for language and sensitive/disturbing content. Listener discretion is always advised. ALL Audio and visuals on this podcast are copyright of AS THE RAVEN DREAMS / RAVEN ADAMS and may not be duplicated, in any format. Bless This Mess. #AsTheRavenDreams #TrueScaryStories #GlitchInTheMatrix Thank you to all of the authors that have stories in todays episode... Scott, D. C. Pool, Anne, Vanessa, Hussain al rashid, Eryn k, Vanessa77, Brylee white, ClosedForBusiness, Joy, NewOrleansLifer, Kookaburra-babe... As Well As Any Author That Has Requested Anonymity. TimeStamps… 1 ➤ 00:24 2 ➤ 10:59 3 ➤ 14:58 4 ➤ 20:11 5 ➤ 26:54 6 ➤ 35:03 7 ➤ 39:11 8 ➤ 50:52 9 ➤ 53:31 10 ➤ 55:42 11 ➤ 1:01:06 12 ➤ 1:03:07 Midrolls after the first story and at about 53 Minutes ----- #TrueScaryStories #AsTheRavenDreams #GlitchInTheMatrix #RedditStories And Remember; You are loved, you are important, and you are valid. Never let anyone tell you otherwise. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

If you have a 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. I moved in with my girlfriend back in 2017, and at the time, I didn't really know her neighbors. She said that everyone seemed to keep to themselves, so... I didn't really have a reason to know them either. There were no introductions or anything like that. I did see one guy that walked his dog in the mornings and nights passing her place.

There were two old ladies that would walk by too. Then there was some kind of work van that parked on the road in front of her neighbor's place every weekend. I think those were the few things I noticed that were recurring in her area, but otherwise, I didn't know any of them or anything about them. I already spent a lot of time over there, so it was nothing new at the time of me moving in. But before I moved in, I had never stayed there overnight on Sundays, due to having to go to the office on Monday. It was about a 45-minute drive from her place, and only 15 from mine. So I usually stayed home those nights.

Overall, it was cheaper to have less rent and utilities to pay and drive a little further once a week. So I didn't often see the Sunday night routines of the neighborhood until one night. I had to run to the store around 10 p.m. When I came home, I saw a familiar kid standing in our driveway behind my girlfriend's car. I got out and asked if he was okay, and he said he was. was fine. I asked if he needed anything and he said no, as he just smiled at me. I shrugged it off and made a joke saying not to stay out too late, and went inside. He was about 12 or 13 if I had to guess and had his bike next to him, so I figured he maybe just stopped to rest for a moment.

It was odd to use our driveway for his rest stop, but he was harmless. I saw him riding his bike up and down the street before, so he wasn't exactly a stranger, and he lived two houses down, so he was definitely from the neighborhood. But then a few weeks after that event, I was coming home from a friend's place, and again I pulled into the driveway with that kid standing behind her car. He was wearing a jacket and had on a large backpack, just like last time. I greeted him again, and he waved at me. This time I was a bit more curious.

He again was standing next to his bike, but it caught my attention when I pulled in because he was leaning to one side, as if he was trying to see something or look for something. So I approached him and asked what he was doing. I certainly didn't expect the response that he gave. He said that he liked to watch people do things. I asked him what he meant, and he smiled as he said,

I like watching people do things when they don't know someone is watching. Something about the way he said that made my skin crawl. I asked him if he spied on people and he shrugged, but then turned and pointed at a house. He said that the old man in that house threw his dog around. He pointed at the house across the street. She must be sick because she took. takes a lot of pills.

He then pointed at another house further down and said that the boy there smoked in his room to hide it from his parents. I was startled, but at the same time, amazed. This kid was basically watching other people from the yard, from the driveway, and no one saw him, no one reported it. But then I thought more about it because it's not like he was at the window. He was standing in our driveway a good several feet from the house. I made a joke about him having supervision,

and he pulled his backpack off and pulled out a pair of pretty hefty binoculars. There it was. He seemed pretty proud of this, too. He kept talking as he looked at the binoculars, and it was the way he said this that made it creepy. His voice was monotone, but almost sinister for such a small kid. I like watching people when they think they're alone. Something about that was incredibly off-putting.

I told him that he shouldn't be outside alone, especially when it was dark, and he must have taken that as a challenge. He smiled at me and said that he also sees stuff through tiny bathroom windows. I was confused at first because he didn't point out a house like he did to the others. Then I finally caught on.

Our bathroom had a small window that was higher up than normal. It didn't even open, and neither of us really understood why it was there. It was also high up enough that my girlfriend didn't have a curtain over it or anything. She just had some small decorations sitting on the window sill. There was no way he could see anything in the bathroom from the ground. If he was talking about our window, then he had to be deliberately trying to look into it. There was a tree situated right between the front yard

and the small side yard where the bathroom was. I asked him if he was climbing in the tree and he said that he was. That means he was in the yard, which means trespassing. This kid was purposely climbing in our tree to see in our window, and God knows what all he had seen. And how long had he been doing? that. Did he do that when my girlfriend was alone? I told him that he needed to leave now and stay out of our yard, our trees, and our driveway because otherwise I would tell his parents. He was clearly upset,

and I guess confused because he asked why. I told him that what he was doing was wrong, and that he could get into serious trouble for it. I don't think he understood how serious he serious it was because he just shrugged again and walked off with his bike. I waited to go inside until I saw him disappear over the hill. I went in, and I told my girlfriend immediately what had happened. She was just as surprised and creeped out as I was. We put something in the window that night until we were able to get a curtain that following week. It was probably about two weeks after that event.

I went out to get my mail and saw that same neighbor kid riding his bike toward me. I ignored him, but he stopped in front of me, and he actually asked me why we blocked out the window. Obviously, the only way he would have known is if he tried looking again. So I was a little more straightforward with him. I told him that looking into other people's windows like that was creepy and illegal, and that he needed to stop before he got hurt or got the cops called on him. He again just shrugged and left on his bike.

I went inside and once again explained to my girlfriend what had happened. We both thought that his parents needed to know about his behavior, but neither of us knew where he lived exactly. Our next idea was to set up cameras to catch him, and maybe if we called the cops then, it would scare him enough to stop, or at least maybe he would tell the cops where he lived. So, we went to a local hardware store and got a few cameras that day.

We even put one in the bathroom window facing out. It didn't take long to catch him, either. The next day the bathroom camera went off and we could see him climbing up the tree. My girlfriend called the cops, and I went to confront him to make sure he didn't try to run. Thankfully, he was his normal calm demeanor, but refused to climb down the tree when I asked him to. He said that he had just got there and didn't want to leave yet. So he made it easier on us as we waited for the cops. What I was not expecting was the cops to call him by name as they demanded he get out of the tree. He explained to us that he had been reported by several people in the

neighborhoods, so they were pretty used to him. The problem was that his dad didn't seem to care. He had two younger siblings, and his dad focused most of his time on them, and when the police would bring him home, the dad would only say that he was just doing things curious boys his age did. Sorry, but as a man, I was never curious enough to spy on my neighbors. The police didn't inform us that due to his age they couldn't charge him with anything, but his dad did get a warning,

saying that if he was caught again, he could face parental liability charges for it. Good news was that, after that, we didn't catch him in our tree again. However, the camera did see him standing at the edge of the driveway a few times, making sure to not enter anyone's property line and holding on. to his binoculars. At least we had some thick blackout curtains that we kept closed. Oh, and before I forget, because it had been asked when I posted this story elsewhere, yes, the dog is safe.

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Savouring. Admir. And profite. Via Rae. The voice that we love. Hi, Raven. I've been listening now for a while and I love the stories. I rarely go to bed without setting up a playlist of yours to sleep to. Thank you. I've had a number of odd experiences in my life,

but have always found a way to rationalize them. except this one. To set the scene, this happened in about 2010, in the city where I live on the south coast of England. At the time, I had a girlfriend with a son who was about 12. She lived in a big, dark Victorian house that needed a lot of work done, and was always cold and, frankly, a bit creepy.

Lots of people reported having paranormal experiences in this house, and I often thought that this could be because of the heavy bombing and death toll that this area received in World War II. The Germans were aiming for the nearby docks. Until this incident, however, I had experienced nothing myself. If I remember correctly, she had received the house in her divorce settlement and had also moved her elderly parents in as they were becoming infirm and struggling to cope on their own.

The house was big enough, so they could have their own space but still have an eye kept on them, without it being too obvious. The one time the four of them would be guaranteed to be together was for the traditional Sunday roast dinner, which they took very seriously. The household was completed by a very old and robust silver tabby cat, who was a real street fighter cat of almost 20 years, with lumps out of his ears, and a permanent expression that said he wasn't going to tolerate any of your BS. This cat was such a loved family pet, and almost part of the furniture,

that when he suddenly crawled under the sofa one day and died, everyone was quite distraught. With his distinctive croaky meow, almost like an elderly person's voice, he would beg for scraps under the kitchen table during the aforementioned Sunday dinners. There being no cat made these occasions feel a bit sad and incomplete and his absence was really felt. On the third Sunday after the cat had been buried in the back garden I was sitting down for Sunday dinner with my girlfriend and her family

when to everyone's surprise, a loud distinctive meow came from under the table and everyone had heard it at the same time. In shock we all stopped eating, put down our cutlery and searched for a cat. Under the table, in all the kitchen cupboards and the rest of the house, almost, but nothing. This would have been enough in itself to convince me, but a couple of days later something similar happened. My girlfriend and I were watching TV in the evening when I realized the time had gotten late,

and I needed to get home as I had an early shift the following day. just as I was getting my coat from the hallway came the same meow my girlfriend's mother had just gone to brush her teeth before bed and she put her head over the banister and exclaimed

I heard that too so there it is two occurrences witnessed by first five and then three people at the same time I have no way of explaining that away whether it's residual energy or if cats still need feeding beyond the grave, I don't know. Anyway, keep up the good work and make your channel go from strength to strength.

Hey, Raven, I've been listening to your podcast for the past year, and this is my first time submitting my own story. I posted this in a Reddit thread some months back, and I figure your listeners might enjoy it as well. This happened sometime around 2010, so, I would have been about 20 at the time. My parents had recently moved to a woodsy-slash-rural area of Pennsylvania, with a lot of mountains and farmers growing their crops and raising their animals.

I still lived with them at the time as I was trying to save money for my own place. Anyway, one summer night, my mom was driving me somewhere. I can't remember where, but that is an importance to the story. We were driving through the winding back roads, as we would always have to do to reach the highway. That's when we both noticed red and blue flashing lights of a cop car sitting in front of a house that was at the corner of the intersection we were approaching. My mom drove slowly around the turn so we could check out what was happening, if anything. There were two people standing near the edge of the road, both facing toward the cop car,

which was part not on the road or driveway, but on their front lawn. The two people were both elderly, and from what I could guess, they were the homeowners. Farmer-type people, as their entire yard was nothing but cornfields. As we drive by, my mom pointed out that they were slowly turning around and giving us a very menacing look, which we both thought was strange. That look, paired with the fact that it was dark out and we were kind of in the middle of nowhere, is enough to give anyone the chills. Well, curiosity got the better of us.

So my mom turns the truck around, midway up the hill, so she could get a better look at what was going on. That's when she says to me something to the effect of, Look at that cop car. It doesn't look like a normal one. I look and she was right. It looked like a car from the 70s, the kind that you would never see on the road today. I should also mention that along the side of the road there's two signs. A speed limit sign, and the other is a sign that indicates the four-way intersection.

Both signs were sitting within a ditch, at the edge of the road, both pretty much being right in front of the farmer couple's house. As we got closer, I happened to see some. something that to this day still gives me the creeps. I finally spot the cop. And as I do, I notice he's pulling something out from that ditch, right by one of those signs, a human body. It was a shirtless man, white, brown hair, maybe mid-30s.

Thinking back now, what makes this even more strange was that there was no ambulance on scene. You would think with a body being, involved, there would definitely be an ambulance. But there wasn't. It was just the elderly couple and the officer. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't freaking out a bit. My mom turns the truck around again at the intersection, and we just stare on as we drive by, back up the hill. I don't know what made my mom want yet another look, but she once again turns the truck around, about halfway up this hill. It was no more than 10 seconds from her last U-turn, so we didn't get far.

And that's when we both freak out. When we see that now, there's nothing. Just a few seconds ago, the scene was busy, as it was the other times we passed by. But now there was just darkness. No cops, no car, no creepy farmer couple, and no body. not a trace of anyone ever being there. How did they all just seem to vanish out of nowhere, in a matter of less than ten seconds?

After that night, I scoured the local news sites and tried looking on Google, to see if there were any mentions of this event, but I couldn't find anything. And still to this day, I haven't heard anything about it. It's frustrating when you want answers. especially when someone loses their life. So, what the heck did I witness? I'm not sure if this was something paranormal or a timeline shift or glitch, but what I do know is that it happened,

and it gave my mom and I the creeps. Hi, Raven, I recently started watching, or rather listening to your videos, and quickly became a fan. This last week you posted a video on creepy neighbor stories, and I have one. It's bizarre and a little long, but here it is. A few years ago, around 2017, I, 23, female, started working at a mall that had historically been a famous jail that was later converted. It has many creepy stories for another time.

Anyway, I was sitting outside the main entrance having my lunch break, on one of the public benches, as we didn't have a staff room. This bleached blonde lady in her late 30s comes up to me and asks if I could take her picture. Something about her eyes was off, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I, being raised to be extremely polite, accepted, thinking she might be a tourist, and aimed for the arch with the jail name on it to be visible in the picture.

She saw me taking a step back and stopped me. No, no, take a photo of my hair. I was surprised, but since I already had her phone in my hand, I thought, whatever, and took a couple of pictures and handed it back. Without asking her, she started on a rant. I need the pictures from my lawyer. That B word messed up my hair. I was thinking bad hairdresser, as clearly her hair was recently bleak.

and had chemical damage. But boy, was I wrong. She continued. You see, I recently broke up with my fiancé, and his new, B-word doesn't stop harassing me. She keeps sending drones to spy on me. They look like insects, you see, and they zoom past my hair, and they damage it. I was in shock.

She was clearly nuts. I tried to excuse myself saying that my break was over and that I needed to get back. She tried to grab my shirt and followed me straight to the store, up three floors, mind you, ranting about the drones. I quickly went into the store's deposits, and my supervisor followed, as were not allowed up there on break. I explained what happened, and thankfully she left. A few days go by, and me and my partner get news that a small studio apartment his family owns is vacant, and we can use it. It's close to my job, so we start getting it ready, paint, new floors, etc. One night I was headed to the empty apartment from my job and see this lady get on the same bus,

with a uniform from a different store inside the mall. I think, crap, she works here too, and apparently the same shift. This is a nightmare. I do my best to hide my face, but to my surprise, she gets off at the same. the same stop. She gets off at the front, and I get off at the back door and quickly dart behind the newspaper kiosk and watch her. To my absolute horror, she crosses the street and heads into the building that I'm about to move into. I wait a few minutes before going in myself and tell my partner about the coincidence. I can't believe she's going to be my future neighbor. This is not good.

how could I be this unlucky? I was holding hope that she was just visiting someone, but that hope was short-lived. This is followed by weeks of me doing my best to dodge her, but one day I was waiting for the elevator and she comes into the tiny hallway. She unfortunately recognizes me and grabs my arm holding tight. I hold my breath. She starts asking if I had seen the drones.

Knowing it's dangerous to confront delusions head on, I say, not today. She seemed to calm down and let go. I lied that I was waiting for a delivery and let her take the elevator alone. I noted that she got off on floor nine. I started calling her The Loka del Nueve, roughly the crazy woman from the ninth. This went on for a few more weeks, me dodging her both on the bus, and the building and stores, sometimes running into her and her grabbing me

and telling me some crazy conspiracy about the government and surveillance and not letting go. She kept pressuring me to tell her which apartment I lived in, and I kept lying that I was visiting. One day, we're unloading furniture in my worst ragged clothes and hair in a bun, so my blonde tips were hidden, and also without my glasses, because I didn't. didn't want to damage them, and she asked my partner if I was the one who worked at the mall.

And my cunning love knowing how scared I was, said, no, her sister works in the mall, but we're the ones moving here, she was just helping to paint. They look similar, but her sister is a blonde. My girlfriend has brown hair, see? And this lady seemed convinced and left us alone. Later that week, I dyed my hair back to its natural brown, and she would do a double take when she saw me, but didn't grab me again. Eventually, I had a weekday off, and was making small talk with the doorman, who, because of my hours, I usually missed. I asked about her. He said that she was in the middle of an eviction process. Apparently, she had a ton of cats in this tiny apartment. never cleaned up after them, a pipe burst in her bathroom,

and she never told the owner or the building maintenance and let a slow leak creep for months, affecting four floors down. And she constantly terrorized the two adjacent apartments, checking for drones at early hours of the morning, and asking everyone if they know the girl that worked at the mall. I was sad for her, but so relieved when she was finally evicted. She'd become obsessed with me. All I did was try to be polite and help a stranger take a picture.

And now, I think twice, before being kind. Hi, Raven. I submitted the first part of this story to you a few months ago, but I don't think that you used it. I actually did. I went and looked at my list of stories that I've used, and I used it back in September of last year. Just a heads up. Now, there's been a new and similar incident that has happened that makes that story even stranger,

so I thought I would give you the updated version with a new incident. It surely seems that something really weird is going on here, but in a very helpful and nice way. Although I lead quite an ordinary life, and do not expect to look for strange experiences, there is no end to strange things happening in my life. After the first incident, I wasn't sure if I was dealing with a glitch in the matrix, something paranormal, or if it had a perfectly normal explanation. But I can't explain how this is possible. Here's what happened when the first incident.

It was 2017. Just weeks after I had bought and moved into an old house with a separate garage in Norway, me and two friends were moving some furniture around in the garage. When we finished, I tried to close the garage door as usual. It was a heavy, old, manual door. We heard some noises, and then some screws, nuts, and wires flew in all directions. The sliding mechanism was broken, and the door could not be moved in either direction. We all three gathered up what we found of screws and nuts from the floor and then tried to use them to repair the mechanism.

But it became obvious that I had to get to. get a professional to help here, including getting some new screws and nuts. They were all rusty, and the wire had to be replaced as well. We gave up, my friends went home, which was far away from my home, and I went into the house and eventually went to sleep. Neither me nor my friends told anyone about this incident at that time. The next morning I went to work as usual, and my car had been outside the garage since we'd been moving things around in there, and then we broke the door. So I didn't check on the garage door before I left for work. When I came back from work that afternoon, I wanted to take another look at the garage door and take some pictures of it to better be able

to explain to the repairman what the problem was. I had not yet called a repairman. To my surprise, to say the least, the garage door was repaired and worked perfectly. No loose screws, nuts, or wires laying around, and it looked like and worked like it always had. I certainly hadn't fixed it. Neither had my friends. Since I had just moved there, I didn't know any of my neighbors, so it wasn't likely that they had fixed it either. That would have been a very unusual thing for a neighbor to do here, even if I had known my neighbor's well, since Norwegians are very private, and do not interfere in other people's business or trespass onto other people's property,

even if they only wants to help. I've since asked them, and no one has admitted to doing it. At the time, I was thinking, was this a glitch in the Matrix? Maybe a parallel universe thing. Or did some ghost mechanic do it? Or did someone actually living do it? But then who? And how did they know?

that my garage door mechanism was broken. I never found an explanation for this. But it didn't stop there. This old garage door worked perfectly for years after that. So several years later, I decided to get a new garage door. I mean, the actual door itself was old and ugly and I wanted to have a modern electrical opener. I ordered a new door and an electrical opener and got it all installed. The only problem was that the opening mechanism they installed broke three times in a few weeks after I got it. Wires flew off, it got unhinged, etc.

I was furious with the company that installed it. I thought they had done a lousy job. They showed up every time and looked at it and adjusted and exchanged wires, etc. And they told me that they could not understand how this could be. happen at all. In hindsight, maybe I shouldn't have been so mad at them. After all, it can actually be something else that's going on here. But what? And who? And why? The second incident happened a couple of years later, just a few months ago. My house is quite old, so things need to be repaired now and then. But this year, I had way too many expenses, and I did. And I did.

didn't need yet another. My car broke down so I had to buy a new one. My water heater had to be replaced because it leaked and would run up my water bill and my electricity bill. And I had to install an electric car charger in my garage for my new car. This took a toll on my cash flow, to say the least. And I was heartbroken when I, one morning, noticed that the faucet in my main bathroom was all the sudden leaking quite heavily.

There wasn't much I could do about it myself, so I contemplated what options I had to get it repaired without paying a ton of money, which I didn't have. I couldn't find a solution, and after a few days, I decided that I had to do something about it, or I would get another monstrous water bill. I stood in front of the leaking faucet one day, thinking to myself that I wished this problem would just go away, that it would somehow stop leaking all by itself. But being the realistic person that I am, I didn't have much hope of that happening. Nevertheless, to my absolute astonishment, the next morning, I found the faucet fully functioning, not a drop leaking.

I let out a heartfelt thank you, even though I had no idea who or what I was thanking, afraid that this wouldn't last. I checked on the faucets several times in the next few days. But there was no sign of any leakage at all. Now, a few months later, there still isn't. Absolutely nobody else but me was in the house that night, and all the doors were locked, so nobody could have done this and left the house. And who would run around repairing faucets in the middle of the night anyways?

These two incidents of mysterious help have me thinking that this is not a glitch in the matrix kind of thing. The only explanation I can find is that I have someone invisible here who is very helpful, for which I am very grateful. There's a whole lot of other strange things happening in this house, though. Things disappearing and reappearing, lights blinking, the doorbells acting up, as well as the fire alarms, and so on. But that's a story for another time. I just wonder if that same helpful being is behind all the other weird happenings, too. Anyway, thanks for listening, and thanks for hosting such an interesting channel.

I don't know if I love the stories or your narrations the most. Hi, Raven. This was happening a while back. During the war in my old country, I worked as a UN translator. I had to relocate farther from the place where both my husband and I grew up and both of our families lived. It was hard since my young son missed his grandparents. Also, my husband and I missed them too, bearing in mind you never knew if or when we would see each other again.

It was war, and, unfortunately, many civilians died. Then came the opportunity for me to be transferred back to our home area. It was a job at the UN headquarters civilian affairs office. I had to be fluent in English, so in order to get a job, they gave me two newspaper articles to translate as a test. One was from English to the local language, and another from the local language to English. Then, I had to fax my translation over. That evening, I cleaned my makeshift desk and started translating. It was actually a kitchen table.

Now, I'm a very responsible and neat person. Some say that I have undiagnosed OCD. So I translated one paper, folded it, and put it in my purse, and then another and put it in the same purse. I was going to fax them tomorrow when I got to work. I came to work and opened my purse and there was just one paper. I searched and searched in the same thing. in the purse, on the floor, thinking I accidentally dropped it, but nothing.

I even returned home and searched all over the house. In the trash can, thinking if it was accidentally discarded, but I was sure that I put it in my purse. Of course, I never got the job. I told them I lost one translation and never heard from them again, who would hire such a clumsy person for such an important job. So, you might ask why I couldn't translate it again. Well, it's because the original was missing, too. I know.

So, I stayed and continued working at a place far from home. Two months later, there was a huge military offensive. Our district was surrounded by all sides with constant rocket fire. The area where I would have worked if I had gotten that job was blocked for days. people were dying, just stuck on the side of the road and lawn convoys with no food or water as they tried to escape. The area where I worked at that moment, and where I was disappointed for not getting the job closer to home, was the only area that was not surrounded, and with an open way out. I took my son and drove out to free territory with no problems.

I drove nine hours in a car that was a clunker taped with duct tape, and literally decomposing. But we arrived with no stress. My husband arrived later. Now, I know why that paper disappeared. If I had gotten that job, I would have gone through the same horrors as people who were surrounded. Or maybe we would have died.

Note that all of our families survived but suffered tremendously. And an additional note, many years later I connected over Facebook with an officer that was supposed to hire me but of course did not because of known reasons I thanked him for not hiring me

and I wanted him to know that he might have saved the lives of our small family he was amazed and agrees with me that it was definitely something that cared for us that hid that paper from me I heard that you might be interested in creepy neighbors and I had a story that I wanted to share with you. There were definitely some pieces that were creepy,

but bizarre and uncomfortable would also be good adjectives to describe her as well. This took place back in 2012. I was in my 30s and had moved into a small home that needed a little extra care. I lived alone, other than my two cats, and I was honestly looking forward to fixing some things on my own. So I was willing to give it a chance, especially at the low cost of the house. I would have been crazy not to. There were a few things that I needed my brother's help with, but otherwise, it was all on me.

Anyway, so I moved in, waved at a few neighbors, but no one was really doing the whole introduced themselves bit, which was fine. I wasn't doing it either. The older couple to my left stopped and talked to me when we went to get our mail at the same time, but that was about it. But then there was my neighbor across the street. Nancy. I saw her occasionally outside sweeping off her front porch, sitting on her porch swing reading. I even saw her mowing her lawn once.

She looked to be in her 60s or 70s, but she also looked like she kept herself healthy and in good shape. One day as I was getting home from work, sitting in my car in my driveway, I saw her carrying a bunch of bags from the pet store. She had two large bags of cat food, bags of litter, and then other small bags, including one of those feather wands sticking out of the bag. I just remember thinking how cute it was that she must have had bags full of toys or treats and how well she treated the cats. Then, one day, she finally introduced herself when she was doing yard work, and I was checking my mail. I asked her about her cats, not knowing what else to say, and I remember how her eyes lit up. She explained how she had a few, but joked about how she wasn't one of those crazy cat ladies. She explained how she kept them clean and fed, and they even had regular vet appointments.

I mean, I certainly didn't think that she didn't take care of them, based on all the supplies that I'd see her bring home. Over time, she would tell me about her cats, calling them her babies and describing their personalities, like they were people. She mentioned how Patches was a troublemaker. Cotton was the jealous type and always wanted attention, and how Pete was the gentleman of the group, and always looked after the ladies. I remember the way she talked about them was a bit odd. Like when she mentioned how they were picky eaters, or that they talked back to her when she tried to get them to behave. Again, I have cats too.

And sometimes we talk to them like they understand us, right? So maybe she was just eccentric with hers. Who was I to judge? That was typically how our conversations went. It was a bit about ourselves, how we were doing, and then our cats, and well, that was okay. She was still one of the tamest neighbors I'd had, so no big deal. There were even a few times that she invited me over to see them and to have dinner or something,

and I just never got the chance to accept the offer. I worked a pretty labor-intensive job. It was lifting and moving stuff a lot, so between that and home repairs, I was usually pretty exhausted in the evenings. but I still enjoyed talking with her when I did see her in passing. Then, there was one time that I actually ran into her at the grocery store. After talking for a bit, she explained how she was going to have to go out of town for a little while due to a family thing. After talking some, she asked me if I would be willing to feed them for her.

She said that she was only planning on being gone for a day, 24 hours at most. but she wanted to make sure they had plenty of food and water, and she said that Claude also needed eyedrops every 12 hours due to an infection he had. She knew that I had cats and knew that I was obviously good with them, so why would I say no? I agreed, thinking a quick check on them after work wasn't going to ruin my night. She thanked me, profusely, explaining that she didn't trust a lot of people to know. not judge her about her cats and her way of living, but said that I seemed like an open-minded girl. I remember this because, at the time, I thought that was a really weird way of describing it.

Open-minded? To what? Having multiple cats? She gave me the date, saying that it was going to be the following week, and a few days after that, she came over to my place and gave me a spare key to get in. She also explained that sometimes Claude would get antsy, and that I may need to swaddle him to get the drops in. I understood that conundrum, as one of my cats was impossible when it came to medication, but I was determined to get it done for her. I just had to do it once.

I would have never guessed what I was getting myself into that night. I was expecting to see at least six cats. as I remembered at least six names at the time. I was expecting to maybe see the place a little messy, maybe a few more litter boxes everywhere, and maybe even a lingering smell in the air. Instead, I walked in and first noticed that the air smelled clean, like an air freshener.

Great start. I walked through the mud room, and as I entered the living room, I saw several grown adults, run out of the room or hide. Some of them left the room, but there were four that stayed in the living room. Four grown adults, men, and women. None of them wearing more than underwear,

sitting on what appeared to be a large dog bed or blankets. One of them was lying on the couch, wearing what looked like a large purple and blue fur coat, and nothing else. and every single one of them was wearing a collar. I was mortified. I remember looking down at the floor and apologizing. I said I was there per Nancy's request to feed her cats

and give eye drops to one of them. I said that I would leave promptly after that, but then also suggested coming back if needed. She didn't mention anything about other people living with her or even being there. Were they even supposed to be there? But then, as I stood frozen in the doorway, playing with my keys, a man and woman crawled on all fours toward me, and I started opening the door.

The woman rubbed against my leg, meowing, and the guy, while on his knees, proudly held out the tag on his collar displaying the word clawed. Oh, hell, no. I didn't know what this was, but I was not into it, and I left immediately. I forgot to even lock the door. I went right back over to my house, locked my own door, and stared out at Nancy's house. What the hell did I just witness? What did I walk into?

At no point in time did Nancy ever mention that her cats were actually humans pretending. to be cats. Did she really not have any real cats? I immediately called my friend and told her what had just happened, and she thought it was weird, but also hilarious. At the time, it was not funny to me. I didn't know what was happening or if I was being set up. I never went back there.

I know she asked me to do this, but was she really expecting me to swaddle that man and give him? him eye drops? Besides, they were human. They could feed themselves. The next day I waited to see Nancy come home and met her in her driveway. She greeted me with a big smile and asked how they did for me. I confronted her. I told her what I saw when I went in there, and she laughed it off like it was the most normal thing in the world, still referring to them as her cats, and how she took care of of them. She even explained how they were all strays and that she saved them. What did that even mean? I tried to explain my discomfort with the situation and she seemed genuinely confused. She asked if it would

help if they all wore fur coats next time. I declined, but then she seemed like she was trying to get me to reconsider. She mentioned how I should consider joining them, because a few of her Tom Some cats had shown interest in me. Again, what did that mean? I again declined her invitation and said that I wasn't really comfortable with whatever that was. She seemed really disappointed, but all she could ask then was if I at least gave Claude his eyedrops. I went back home after that and hoped that I would never run into Nancy again because I was never going to be able to bring up cats with her ever, again. While I lived there, I would see her carry in those bags of food. I only ever saw her

coming and going. None of those other adults ever seemed to leave. She still waved at me when we were both outside, and I would wave back to be polite, but I could not get the scenes out of my head. I know they're probably all consenting adults, and they're doing whatever it is they enjoy, but to not give any warning on something like that, and letting someone go in there expecting actual cats, was pretty terrifying to me at that moment, especially then saying that they were, quote, interested in me. Was she wanting or expecting me to join?

I never talked to my other neighbors about it, thinking I really had no reason to tell people, but part of me also wondered if any of them, new. I lived there for about a year, but due to a plumbing issue, I ended up moving, selling the home, and nantees still lived in that same house, up to my last day in that neighborhood. A weird thing happened to me when I was a child, about six or seven years old. I woke up in the middle of the night, for some reason, and I was in the spare bedroom, or, as some would call it, the guest bedroom.

Anyway, this particular room, my brothers and I used to call it the Jin room, and it gave us all the creeps for some reason. So back to the point, I sat up on the bed and out of nowhere a dark figure, as some would call a shadow man, which was darker than the darkness, and I'm not exaggerating when I say that. It had a heavy, evil breathing to it, as if it was running. It sounded like a demon

and a heavy smoker. This creature, whatever it was, looked kind of like crumpled paper or a TV screen when it's fuzzy, but much, much darker. I was surprisingly not freaked out, but more fascinated

with it. It ran right across the room and threw a safe and wall by a window and then it vanished. This wasn't all from the shadow people. My younger brother saw what is known as the Hatman. The house gave everyone the creeps, and it said that someone died there before we rented it. This was back in the 90s, and the house still exists as far as I'm concerned, as I went back to see it a few months ago. There was just

something off about that whole area. It was really spooky for some odd reason. Even after I got married and we moved to another house, I could hear heavy footsteps on the roof at night before bed. It also sounded like someone was trying to open the door by pulling the handle almost every night. Both my wife and I heard these sounds, so I know I'm not imagining them. Sometimes, I would hear muffled sounds of someone, a woman, shouting at someone from an unknown source. We would also hear children talking and playing upstairs on occasion. There even seemed to be a short black human figure running or walking in my room at night. So I heard a lot of things growing up. I still get the sense of being watched and or followed at times. I don't have a logical

explanation for all of this. Hey Raven. Firstly, I just wanted to tell you that I found your channel a few weeks ago, and I absolutely love your channel and your voice is really calming. Thank you. But to my story. I've always known that mimics existed, from hearing my name being called when I'm home alone, to hearing my parents talking about me. They've been separated for seven years, and I don't live with either of them. But never have I heard my little sister calling my name.

For the sake of privacy, I'll call her a lease. A few weeks ago I was in an H.E.B. grocery store in Texas. I'm not sure if it's anywhere else. But I had turned down the frozen food section. When I heard Elise call out my name, like she was trying to get my attention. Saying my name in a sing-song-like voice. Aaron. And when I heard that, my stomach dropped. I was with a friend, and so I obviously had to tell him. about it because he was confused on why I was looking around, and he tells me that I should

probably call her, so I do. She's just at home, watching TV in her room, so I tell her to go lock the doors because my dad isn't home. After I called her and made sure she locked the doors, that bad feeling in my stomach went away. After me and my friend were done shopping, we headed to my house, and we drove past my dad's house. It's down the street from mine. And as we drive past, I see this shadowy-like creature, not human, but also not an animal, run from the front of the house, on the roof to the back,

exactly where my sister's room is. The next day I go down there and look at the back of the roof, but there's nothing, so I just forgot about it. I live in a small town with less than fine, 500 people in it. Everyone knows each other's name, usually most of the family drama, and they tend to be fairly close-knit. My family have been in the town since the 70s, but there are some whose ancestors were there when the town was founded in the 17 or 1800s. The houses, unless they're part of a farm, don't have fences around them, and the blocks

are quite large too, at least where I live. I'm explaining this because it is relevant before I get to the story. I was home alone in the middle of the day during the hot Aussie summer. It was a stinking hot day. It must have been 40 degrees Celsius, so 104 in Fahrenheit, and I was stripping off to get into the shower in my bedroom and walked to the bathroom. I had my shower and came back. No judgment, but I was singing while putting on my underwear and a loose dress when I noticed Bill, leaning on the windowsill and watching with a gross grin.

You can guess what he was doing while watching me. Let's just say he was enjoying himself. I screamed and swore at him. I won't say exactly what I said because you probably probably. couldn't put it on YouTube. Once stressed, I walked over to the older-style window and opened it. I was pretty angry and called out to him while he ran back home, calling him a pervert and all sorts of other names.

I didn't care who heard me, but I don't accept crappy treatment from anyone. I told my older brother when he got home about what happened. Out here, you don't bother the cops unless a crime is serious. So if he had broken in or tried more, then definitely. I would have called and pressed charges. Bill, besides being related to the wealthier families, was at one point a golden child of the school. He was the star high school rugby league player, school captain,

and otherwise the local heartthrob. He had girls lining up to date him, and rumor had it. At one point he had slept with all the women in the nearby town, too. Now, he was an old creepy dude who did absolutely nothing with his life, but still wanted to live off his old high school fame. He would still bring up how he was captain of the team back in the day. It was pathetic watching him try to flirt with girls at the local pub, who would laugh at him before making a speedy exit.

Anyway, so my brother went over to his house to speak to him, and naturally he denied everything, saying we were crazy and making it up. Bill was related to the established families, and so our neighbors didn't take it as seriously as they should. It was only when other women in the neighborhood started speaking out about him, doing the same thing. However, nothing was done beside a stern talking to

and a slap on the wrist. It was disappointing. I heard at the local store when I was talking to some other ladies, at the checkouts, that Bill apparently tried climbing into someone's house. It was said in a hushed whisper, and gossip in the town tends to spread like wildfire. Except usually the truth gets dropped along the way, or alerted. Still, every time I showered, I always made sure that someone was home with me or that all the windows and doors were locked.

My town is safe. You could typically leave your doors and windows open without any issues, so this felt like an invasion of my privacy, and I hated him for it. People didn't necessarily speak out against him. They just stopped talking when he showed up and would give him the cold shoulder. When the schoolgirls would walk past, he would sit on the park bench drinking and call out to them. I think for a while people thought he was a creep, but relatively harmless. you know. He would call out and flirt too, but wouldn't actually hurt anybody.

Now, this isn't part of my story, so I can't tell you the specifics, and I'm not going to name the victim. But at one point he had been drinking late at night, and then decided to purve on someone and actually tried to break into their house while watching them. It was during the hot weather when people tended to leave their windows open to keep the houses cool. This time the cops did take it seriously, and they arrested him. It hasn't gone to trial yet, and I'm surprised that something was actually done about him. I will send in another story if there are any updates, but until then, that's my story. I always wanted a fancy cutlery board. When I hosted parties, I always used a platter and spread all the deli and cheese on it.

I love those cutlery boards where I could spread deli, cheeses, and some fruits. Also, those beautiful butter slash spread knives. So I was thinking I should get one. I had no idea where to go and get it, and plan to Google it, or go to Amazon and order one. I'm very busy with my work, so I never got a chance to get it. I even forgot about it. Often I would get hot for something, but then I would turn cold. I know.

So one day I returned from work, and there's a package awaiting on the front porch. I didn't order anything, but sometimes my son orders stuff for himself, since he lives in an apartment complex out of town. And their packages often get stolen. So he would order it to my address. I look at the recipient's name, and it's my name. The package is heavy. I bring it in the house and unwrap it. And of course, you can guess what it was.

A cutlery board. The same one just as I wished for. Did I space out and order it without remembering? I checked all my credit card statements and bank statements, but there's no charge for it. I still have it, and each time I open my kitchen cabinet, I think it will not be there and just disappear, just as it mysteriously appeared. Also, I never shared my wish to have it with anybody, so... No one would surprise me with it.

I also believe that it must have been expensive. I simply only thought about it. Does our mind have powers beyond what we think? Hi, Raven. It's me again, Briley. I'm back with a story from about two years ago. So, this moment took place on Easter Day, and another happened that night. I was with my cousin T, and me and her were just sitting in. in my room.

This all took place at a new house, by the way. Well, me and her were scrolling through our phones when my cousin nudged me. I look up, curious as to what she wanted, and she pointed to my closet. She told me that she saw a dark shadow figure that was really tall. My cousin was 13, so I didn't think that she would lie. We both left my room, and we soon forgot about it. Later, she was staying the night, so we were in my room. It was around one in the morning.

I was rolled over about to fall asleep until I saw a child by my closet. I jumped up because it didn't seem human. It was pale, almost gray. I started crying from how scared I was, and I couldn't sleep for the rest of the night. Well, that's my Easter horror story, Raven. Hey there, friends. I hope that you enjoyed this collection of scary stories on this episode of the As the Raven Dreams podcast.

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