As The Raven Dreams Podcast - ATRD Ep. 169 - Crazy Ex Stories & UFO Encounter Stories

Episode Date: March 27, 2025

By the time this goes live, I'll be most the way to Minnesota- Wish me luck on my trip lol. Today, on the 169th episode of the As The Raven Dreams podcast, we have 8 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 Crazy Ex lover stories as well as some UFO/Alien Encounters! 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... Morgan, Lucy, Grace, Hollie, where-are-my-nuts?, Taylor, Brianna... As Well As Any Author That Has Requested Anonymity. TimeStamps… 1 ➤ 00:24 2 ➤ 12:09 3 ➤ 23:40 4 ➤ 33:38 5 ➤ 40:06 6 ➤ 45:22 7 ➤ 49:20 8 ➤ 58:02 Ad spot after the first story, and around the 45 minute mark. ----- #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

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variety. If you don't feel comfortable hearing about that, please do skip ahead. A little backstory. When I was in high school, I was heavily involved with the Boys and Girls Club. It's an organization not affiliated with any school, but

it gives kids a safe place to go after class if their parents' work schedules keep them from picking them up on time. And for teens, they helped teach life skills, scholarship opportunities, volunteer work, though many of them weren't there by choice. Many of the teens that I hung around with

were there fulfilling community service hours after getting in trouble with the law. I was there voluntarily, as my mom, at the time, was dealing with a few mental health issues. She started drinking heavier, and while drunk, she would yell at me over the most,

superficial things. I can't recall anything she yelled at me about, but I just remember feeling trapped. At one point, I had thrown my unbreakable Nokia-grade phone at the wall near her just to make her leave. Being at the Boys and Girls Club was my escape, and I loved it. This is where I met my crazy ex. Let's call him Charlie. It's not as real. name. I was a high school sophomore, and he was in the eighth grade. I was lounging on a couch,

and this wild-looking but cute guy had come into the teen lounge room, sprinting, and almost tripped over me. Yes, it tripped over the couch I was laying on. That's how we met. We almost became immediate friends. I had at first felt reluctant about dating someone just a year shy of high school, but it was real puppy love. We shared the same sense of humor and we vibed well. He was kind, loving, and gentle. And I really do have a thing for redheads. While at the Boys and Girls Club, we were nearly attached to the hip.

My silly 14-year-old self could see us together for the rest of our lives, despite how I had only known him for a few months. Sometimes at night, We spoke on the phone for hours and he would tell me stories. I would later come to realize what were creatively woven lies to try impressing me and make him out to seem like the reliable, strong man that he was. They weren't even good ones, but since I was in love, I ignored that. Then Halloween came around.

I was invited to go out with a group of friends. A parent had us ride in the back of a couple of friends. pickup truck. We went to a wealthy neighborhood and got full-sized candy bars. Charlie went with us, and it was the most fun I have ever had. It was the last time I went to trick-or-treating as a teenager. It was also the last time that Charlie and I were together. A few days went by, and Charlie had seemed to have dropped off the map. He hadn't been to the Boys and Girls Club all week. Then the next. come to find out, his parents had grounded him. Halloween night, I guess, he wasn't supposed to go out.

He'd been told no, but he went with us anyway. I tried to call and his parents would hang up on me. I was devastated. I hadn't met them at all, but it seemed that Charlie's parents were trying to separate us. But in my eyes, we were star-crossed lovers, Romeo and Juliet. minus the poison. Two months into this grounding, I managed to call and get through.

I had managed to say hello before Charlie's parents took the phone and insisted that he was grounded and that I needed to stop calling. I remember screaming at them through the phone telling them how awful people they were before they hung up on me. No, the angst and drama of young love.

It was not spared on me. Not too long after that, however, did I meet someone new? Let's call him George. Like Charlie and I, we became fast friends. We were the same age, and the way he carried himself was much different than anyone else I had ever met. His confidence and maturity won me over. Feeling like my relationship with Charlie was doomed, I accepted George's offer to take me to a course.

short-warming dance. George took me to the dance to ask me to be his girlfriend. In the back of my mind, I knew this all along. I'm not really proud of myself looking back, as the very thought of cheating makes me feel sick to my stomach. Back then, however, I was 15, and my dumb teen heart was fickle. George was also a bit in the wrong,

taking me fully knowing I had a boyfriend at the time, but said boyfriend was grounded until further notice. Don't judge too harshly, please. Movie, spoiler alert. Do you remember the moment in Back to the Future where Marty saves his timeline by bringing his parents back together? Where that one kiss sealed the deal and ensured Marty's existence in the future? Looking back, it really felt like I was Marty's mom at that moment.

moment, on the dance floor with George. Yes, I did that on purpose. I initially dodged the first kiss, just bent backwards, dodged, realizing then what I was doing and was essentially cheating on Charlie. This was the moment I had to make a real decision, one that was going to greatly impact the rest of my life. Stay with Charlie, or move on with George. I gave up and finally kissed George.

My fate was then sealed. It didn't take long for Charlie to find out. He was understandably upset, but he did move on. We all did. Fast forward several years into adulthood. George and I are still together. In 2014, we got married, had our first child, and I was working retail at a superstore known for

for marting walls. It's clever. This was a little before self-checkout blew up into popularity, so there were many of us. One day, I struck up a conversation with a co-worker. It turns out, she was the mother of the girl Charlie started dating after we broke up. He stayed with this girl all through high school and married her. My coworker told me how she was going to be a grandma.

Charlie was going to be a dad. Wonderful news, right? Given how Charlie's in-law worked there, it seemed he wanted to join the team. For a short while, he worked for the marting of walls along with us. We sat down in the break room one evening at work to catch up. I no longer had feelings for him, but we had been friends first, so I thought nothing of it.

it had been the first time we had spoken in several years. What Charlie shared with me, though, shook me. He talked fondly about his wife and their relationship. And for whatever reason, Charlie started talking about his first time with his wife in high school, and how it might not have been fully consensual. that he was the one taking advantage. I'm not sure whether he told me because he felt guilty about it, but I was just mentally reeling with disbelief.

The conversation naturally dropped after that since I went home. After Charlie's confession, I didn't care to talk to him anymore, but I was still friendly with his in-law. Along with just being a spectator, my recollection is fuzzy now that so much time has passed. But over the next few years, after our final conversation, it turned out Charlie was cheating on his wife with a mistress,

who was pregnant with his child. And he then cheated on his mistress with another mistress with another child. I don't know for certain how many illegitimate kids he has, and honestly I don't. want to know. One of these women I knew, and was casual friends with for a short while. It was interesting when I once saw her with her kids, one clearly being Charlie's, out and about in town. I also later found out that my husband's best friend, mine also, used to know Charlie before I did. According to him, Charlie had been quite hedonistic before I met him,

doing things of the intimate variety to both girls and boys, level of consent, unknown. My husband's friend was very concerned for me the entire time I had been with Charlie. We never got past a hug or a kiss, so I feel incredibly lucky. Metaphorical bullet dodged. What scares me was how that could have been me. Instead of all the things that happened with Charlie, Charlie's wife, what if that happened to me?

Being a single parent is one of my greatest fears in life. And had I chosen to dodge George's kiss and leave him at the dance to go back to Charlie, it could have been, easily. My story isn't all that crazy, I know, but the what-if of it all really gives me pause. Instead of that life where I would have had a cheating spouse, I've been with the same man for 16 years, and we have two incredible kids. Our life is, for the most part, stable. But in one timeline, it wouldn't have been.

So trust your gut, kids. It can save your livelihood. I wanted to share an experience that I had over a decade ago, but when I do share it, I never share. specific details about the location or myself, as I don't know who might see this and want to try to find me or my coworkers. So, yes, some details may be vague or names changed. Back in 2011, I was working as a wildlife photographer, specializing in night photography, nocturnal creatures and large predators. My job often took me to some pretty,

remote locations where I could spend days alone, tracking and documenting their behavior. I was never really afraid of the animals either. Seeing them in their natural habitats, witnessing how they lived their day-to-day life, was pretty thrilling. Not many people that I knew truly understood what all I did. The solitude also never bothered me. In fact, I cherished it. It added to the idea that I was alone with these creatures, experiencing moments that someone else would never see.

But my opinion on being alone in places like this changed very quickly one night in September. I had set up my little base camp about 15 miles from the closest town, if you could call it that. It was more so a very small community, each home with a lot of acreage, and a grocery store that was just as small. The location was perfect, far enough from light pollution to get crystal clear night shots, but still close enough to civilization if there was an emergency. I had already been there two nights

and had gotten some incredible footage of a wolfpack hunting. I may not have been terrified, but man, did that get my heart rate up? Wolves are beautiful to watch. On the third night, around 2 a.m., I was in my usual spot, a small clearing on the ridge that gave me a good vantage point of the valley below. The temps had even dropped to the 40s, Fahrenheit, this was in the U.S., so. I had a jacket and gloves. I had my camera mounted to my tripod, and my sensor on that beeped when it found movement.

I was pretty deep into the trees, which also did. didn't allow for much moonlight to come through. But shortly after my stakeout session, I noticed something unusual. I can no longer hear the owl in the distance, and even the crickets seemed to go silent. If you've spent enough time in the wilderness, you know that when nature goes quiet, it's usually a sign that something is wrong. My first thought was that it could be a mountain lion, so I quickly packed up some of my gear and prepared to retreat to my truck

about a quarter mile away. Mountain lions are probably one of the few animals that I can respect. I will take some pretty great picks from my truck and be protected from any claws or teeth. As I was securing my camera, I noticed light above me. At first I thought it was the moon coming through the trees

as they swayed, but with how much light there was, that meant there had to be a lovely, lot of swaying, which made me wonder if there was a storm coming. That was probably scarier for me than the animals. I had a lot of equipment that I had to try to get packed up, if so, to keep it from getting wet. But when I looked up, my heart dropped. The light wasn't coming from the moon. There was a perfect circle of lights hovering silently, probably 500 feet above the tree line. The lights weren't bright like spotlights either, which is why I thought it was the moon.

They were more like a dull orange and yellow embers arranged in a geometric pattern that seemed to pulse slightly. My first rational thought was that it must be a drone. It had to be. But this thing was massive. It had to be at least 100 feet in diameter, and it was completely silent. You can typically hear the worrying from a drone, but this thing had nothing. It wasn't the kind of silence you get from a distance either. It was a natural absence of sound that seemed to create an unsettling void in the air itself. I'd love to say that I was brave enough to grab my camera and document it, but I was completely paralyzed. I couldn't move, I couldn't speak, I almost couldn't blink, not wanting to miss this.

This thing remained stationary for what felt like minutes but was probably only a few seconds. Then, without warning, a beam of light shot down from the object. It appeared to be scanning the area. It reminded me of when you shine a flashlight through fog. It wasn't slow and methodical like in a pattern. It was faster and all over the place, like someone was searching for something. It wasn't too bright or stationary. It looked like it was coming from the edge of the lights, not the center.

Again, I would like to say that I ran at this point trying to hide from the light, but I couldn't run. My feet felt like cement. I watched as the light got closer and closer to me. and once it reached me I remember the light being extremely bright and warm I had to close my eyes you could physically feel

the change in temperature I remember standing there thinking at one point that this was it this was how I was going to die because I was too stupid to run I started having all of these memories run through my mind the good and the bad

but it wasn't even like I was trying to to think about past memories and regret. It was like someone was forcing me to share them. Like, fifth birthday, now your first pet, its name. Now your first stitches, first death, first crush, how old were you? Your first job. It all flashed by like someone was flipping through a book, and my head was feeling warmer and warmer.

Then it all stopped, and my mind. went blank. I could feel my heart rate slow, and I suddenly felt extremely calm. And then I heard a calm but monotone voice. You are being observed. You will continue. You are safe. After that, I opened my eyes and broke from my paralysis.

I quickly ran as fast as I could towards my truck. I fumbled with the keys, but finally got in and locked the doors. I watched as the light got closer and closer to my truck. I tried starting it, but nothing happened. It was like the battery was completely dead. I went from my phone and it wouldn't turn on, like it was dead, even though it should have had over 80% left. I even grabbed my camera to ready it for a picture and it wouldn't turn on.

It took a rechargeable battery pack that I had swapped out that morning. I brought four packs, three for the days I would be there and an extra pack. There was no way they were all dead. All I could do was wait for the light to pass and hope that it wouldn't happen again. The lights caught up to my truck and lit it up. And then, just as suddenly as it all began, everything stopped. The lights vanished in the blink of an eye. My phone booted on and still had over 80% life, as I was.

was expecting. My camera wouldn't power on, but my truck did start up. I couldn't leave my other equipment behind, so I drove my truck further into the trees, hoping I wouldn't get stuck. I quickly packed it all up, certainly not wanting to stay there and lugged it all back down to my truck. Thankfully, it wasn't as far of a walk. I got the hell out of that area and slept in my truck in the grocery store parking lot in that nearby town. Because, as freaked out as I was from that experience, I also felt exhausted and surprisingly crushed pretty fast. The next morning, I tried my camera again, and it still wouldn't turn on.

I called a friend, knowing they were open-minded, and explained what I had witnessed. They said the same thing than I was thinking. It had to be some kind of UFO. I didn't tell him about the memories or what I heard, wanting to tell him that all in person. But when I did, he seemed shocked, and maybe even a bit terrified. He thinks that that was something looking through my memories, not me personally doing it. He also thinks that it was speaking to me, possibly telling me to keep calm. Hence, honestly, how could I not believe him?

What else could it have been? I certainly didn't say that to myself. The memory thing, maybe that was me, but it was such a strange set of memories and in such an exact order that it's hard to imagine that it was me alone. I just don't know what to believe. I was never the type to think that we were the only intelligent beings in this vast universe, but to witness something like that was surreal. I've told several people since then, and some believe me, but more just tried to explain it away, to which, I mean, to each their own, but I know what I saw, I know what I felt, and I know what I heard out there. Also, one other thing that leads me to believe there was something more going on out there, my camera wouldn't turn on because it looked like it had basically been melted from the inside. The components looked fried, bits of internal plastic melted, and the SD card that was in it was warped.

I lost all of the photos I had taken that weekend. So if anyone can explain how I could have done that too, I'm happy to listen. But between the lights, the talking, my camera, truck, and phone not working, I'm apt to believe that it's not in my head. Hello, Raven. I came across her channel a few months back, and I thoroughly enjoy listening to you narrate. And can I just dash that I truly appreciate the careful and considerate way you read,

especially the more traumatic stories? With that said, onto my story. I'm refraining from giving names, hopefully the reason will become evident. This is not a story about any of my crazy exes, but rather my mother's. She met a man through a text-based dating service in 2005, before smartphones were a thing, particularly here in the UK. My mom was smitten at first sight, however.

When I first met him, I had an instant dislike of him, and I told my mom that there was something off about him. She, of course, brushed me off, telling me that I was being silly and that I should give him a chance. It wasn't long before his mask fell off, and my hunch proved to be correct. It started as it always does with Little Diggs. Snide comments. She was wrong, he was right. Anyone who's been through this knows how it starts, slowly, until they've taken full control.

My sister and I, as well as some of my mom's friends, kept trying to convince her to dump him. But she was adamant that he was a good person, and she wanted to help him, and so he moved in with her. Believe me, none of us were happy about that. He then started restricting her movements. If anyone wanted to spend time with her, it had to be at the house, and only when he was there. So, minimal chance of a girly chat. On one of the rare occasions, Mom and I were able to meet up without him, I tried again to get her to kick him out,

and she said that she couldn't, because he was threatening to get myself and my sister in trouble with the police. He knew people that could plant drugs, etc. I tried telling her that they were empty threats. He didn't even know where I lived, but, sadly, as you can probably guess, he'd managed to get it into her head. and she believed he could and he would. He forced her to move to a different town,

far enough away from her family and friends so that we couldn't get to her. That's when he got violent with her. She finally listened to us and left him. I moved with her to yet another town, helped her settle into a new home and job. That's when she told me that he'd started pushing her around the house. and on several occasions, pushing her to the floor while screaming obscenities at her.

I'm not a small woman, and I was more than ready to take a baseball bat to his skull. I'm sure many people would feel the same, but she stopped me. Months go by, and we're now in 2006. Mum moved to a bigger and nicer house, and I moved to my own little house, not too far from her. The next few months were uneventful until that summer she called me to say that they had talked,

gotten back together, and that he was moving in. I won't lie, I called her a bloody idiot. There was no way he had changed. But, like all abusers, he was able to turn on the charm and she fell for it. As predicted, he hadn't changed, and he gradually went back to his old horrible ways. as mom earned more than he did she was expected to pay for everything the last being a puppy in early 2007

I say last because shortly after that my mom arrived at my house and informed me that he had choked her into an unconsciousness that morning angry I asked if she had finally wiped the crap from her eyes and was ready to rid herself of him she replied yes

but that she needed my help. She's my mom. How could I not? I forced her to go to the police. She had visible bruises and a red hand-shaped mark on her neck. Thankfully, the police acted immediately. They went to the magistrate court, and they got an order for this horrible man to be escorted out of the county.

When we went back to the house, the police monitored him while he packed his things in his car. That is when he said that he wouldn't leave until he had his puppy. Remember, my mom paid for that puppy. Her name is on the paperwork, and we knew that he would just dump the puppy at a shelter. He didn't care for the pup. It would only be a form of punishment for my mom who adored her dogs.

He was escorted to the county border, but, alas, that was as far as our county police could go, and he knew that. So all he did was go over the border, sat at the services for a couple of hours, and, yeah, you guessed, drove back to our hometown. From then on he stalked my mom, silent phone calls, notes taped her car, the works. Mum was terrified, and I became her bodyguard going everywhere with her, and I moved back in with her when she moved to a nice house on the countryside. The only place I couldn't be with her was her place of work. It was quiet for a few weeks, and then the notes started appearing again.

It was my job to let the dogs out at night, and often I thought I saw something moving in the bushes. But it's the countryside, so I thought foxes. Reasonable, right? Until one night the puppy went over to the bushes, and something or something, or some once snarled at the pup. After that, the only way to get the pup to go out for the bathroom was to put her lead on and walk her out. I'm now positive it was him. We knew if he was going to do anything violent, it would be at her work, because I couldn't be there.

About a month after the snarling bush incident, I was out shopping while mum was at work. We had just hung up the phone after she called me to remind me to pick her up her. medication. Then I had a weird feeling that something was wrong. I desperately wanted to call her boss and make sure she was escorted to her car, but Mom hadn't told anyone at work about what was happening. So I knew she would be embarrassed and furious with me, and I was honestly afraid. My mom could be scary and quite insulting when she was angry, so I didn't make that call. I wish that I had. I'll spend the rest of my life regretting my decision.

Her fury would have been better than what happened. About mid-afternoon that day, I was talking to my then boyfriend and told him I had a feeling I would never see my mom again. I wasn't exactly right or wrong because I did see her one more time. Four days later, when my sister and I identified her body. I should have made that phone call.

That monster, that psycho, was there that day. And as my mom was putting her work bits in her car, he struck. He murdered our beautiful mom, just because she had finally stood up to him. He was arrested, and I gave evidence. However, there was an order stopping myself and my sister from attending court after giving evidence, and all we were told was you don't need to hear more than you already know. So I'm guessing that more happened at the scene. I was in my early 20s, my sister a few years older, so maybe they felt that we were too

young or just that there were things her daughters shouldn't know about. I don't know. He was sentenced to life, and I hope he rots like the piece of garbage that he is. We gave mom a proper send-off. her funeral was beautiful and the church was packed. I think that we did her proud. At least, I hope we did. I love you, Mom.

I wrote this, not to put people off of online dating, and not everyone is a crazy psycho killer. I met my husband online, and he's the sweetest, kindest, most gentle person I've ever met. But rather I write to advise and remind you to take notice of those red flags. When the first one is raised, that is when you get out.

Don't sit around, waiting for more, or hoping things will change for the better. They won't. They never do. And don't ignore family and close friends when they tell you something isn't right. Because more often than not, they may be right. I don't know if this will make it on to your turn. channel Raven, but if it does or doesn't, thank you for taking the time to read my story. Hey, Raven. So to start my story, I will say that although this is what I can only describe as a

paranormal experience, I do have bipolar disorder, so it is possible that my experience could have been a hallucination. However, I don't generally experience hallucinations as part of my disorder, but I do accept that it's not beyond the realm of possibility. That being said, what truly are hallucinations? Nobody really knows. I have a degree in psychology and neuroscience, with a keen interest in parallel dimensions or unusual phenomena. However, this has to be one of the strangest experiences of my life. It was summer of 2018, and I was happily enjoying the summer months. My son was on school holidays, and we had generally been having a great summer.

However, over the course of a week or so, I experienced a bout of insomnia, and what some may describe as sleep paralysis, experiences. The first experience happened one night. I awoke to find myself floating in the upstairs landing of my house, just outside my bedroom door. I instantly panicked. However, I couldn't move.

I felt paralyzed. I was roughly five to six feet off of the ground, and below me were shadow-like creatures that looked humanoid, except they were only about three to four feet tall. They seemed, funnily enough, to have hats on their heads and were almost black, shadow-like creatures. After that, I remembered nothing further that night, but I awoke feeling pretty scared,

and I asked my mom to stay over the next evening. The next night, I dreamed that I was in a dark forest surrounded by trees, I was being chased by a shadow figure yet again, but this one had glowing eyes. I suddenly felt again as if I was being suspended in the air and felt the sensation of being lifted directly up into the air. I awoke startled and screaming. I woke my son up, who was sleeping in the next room. I explained that Mummy had a nightmare again and said nothing more of it. Over the next few days, things settled down, and I explained that I had been having about a sleep paralysis to my doctor.

They said that if it continued, they would send me for a sleep study. Of course, I didn't want to say that I had been experiencing what felt like alien abductions for fear that my psychiatrist would think I was becoming psychotic. Looking back, it could be a possibility. I admit this, but I haven't ever experienced anything like that before or since, and I've been bipolar all my life. Even if it was psychosis, how much do we truly know about what psychosis is? Could it give us access to other dimensions?

After a few days, things started to settle. And one morning, not long after, I was walking along a road near my house, admiring the weather, when I looked up at the sky and froze. What I saw next was the strangest thing I have ever experienced in my life. In the clouds, or should I say on the clouds, were two humanoid figures walking about. They seemed to be walking on the clouds. To see them so far away, they must have been very large. one of them appeared to have wings.

They seemed to stop and look at me. I was absolutely frozen with fear. For weeks after, I searched and searched the internet, looking for similar stories and experiences, wishing I just had the nerve to take out my phone and film what I saw. But I was frozen with fear. Eventually, it may have been a few years later, I found a video on YouTube of the exact thing.

You can even look it up. I think I typed shadow figure in clouds. I was absolutely shocked to see the exact thing I had experienced. Did this make it real? Was I actually experiencing alien or paranormal phenomena? Or was I just in a manic insomnia-induced hallucination state? Could being in that state actually a last? us to see creatures that exist in some other kind of dimension of consciousness that a lack of sleep induces?

To this day, I can't explain these experiences, and I've never again experienced anything similar when in a bipolar episode. It still absolutely blows my mind, and it's not a story I tell often, as I'm not quite sure how well people would take it, or even if they would believe these quote quote, unquote, experiences. I would, however, say that I have a pretty rational mind, and am a woman of science. I know lack of sleep can cause hallucinations, but the truth is, nobody really knows what hallucinations truly are. And when many people are experiencing similar phenomena, it really does point to otherworldly

experiences. Thank you, Raven, for listening to my story, and I hope I don't sound too crazy. No, pun intended. Hey, my story comes from a place of relative skepticism. However, my family have always believed in aliens, and it was a frequent discussion at the dinner table. My dad and uncles have intense beliefs that not only are they real, but they have regularly visited Earth. have set up secret colonies here, and it will only be a matter of time before they're confirmed to be around.

I think they may have listened to too many podcasts and watched men in black too much. My mom believes there is life on other planets, but doubts they would ever come and visit us. I have always been in the middle. I think other life forms exist on other planets, but I don't think they're here. My family lives in a relatively boring suburb. There are no nearby forests or military bases that could have impacted this.

It's made up of a mixture of blue-collar and white-collar workers, relatively low crime and pretty average all up. I was out at night with some friends at the local skate park. Before anyone assumes we were drinking or high, no, we weren't. And not through lack of interest. It's just that none of us had the funds in order to get anything. It was around 10 p.m., and I know because I got a snap from my girlfriend wanting to know who I was with and why I was at the park. Both of us have our locations turned on.

She's been concerned about one of my friends' sisters trying to get too close to me. No feelings on my end, but I told her where I was and she wanted to call me to check. We video chatted. I showed her where I was and she settled down when she saw that no girls were with us. We were shooting the stuff for a while and she asked what the lights were above my head. I laughed thinking she was joking until I saw them behind me. A series of yellow lights rapidly flashed, moving to one area and then starting up again. The lights would go from large to small.

It was unsettling because it was unsettling because it was. It was doing this over houses. I don't know what they were doing. It didn't move like a plane or a helicopter would. It was too fast and too sudden. My suburb isn't the most remote, but we aren't on any flight paths to the local airports, so there's no reasons why they would appear.

So what could it have been? If anyone has any ideas, I do want to hear what they could be. I worried about it. a friend started recording it so we'd have proof of what was happening. It ended about five minutes later. No more than that. I asked my girlfriend what she thought when I realized the call had ended.

Worse yet, my phone was now at 1% battery. It was at 70% not too long before, so what had drained my battery? My friend checked his phone for the recording only to find it completely. completely blurred. We've recorded late at night previously with no issues. The files were corrupted, and he couldn't send them to anyone. I don't know if they were aliens or maybe some secret government aircraft that they were testing out. When I went home and told my parents about what happened, they were excited to hear it.

My dad is convinced that it was Grays scouting for new targets, and that we were lucky we weren't being taken. I have been out late at night since then, and I haven't seen any more of the strange lights. I tried looking online to see if anyone else saw the strange lights in the sky, and, well, there was one TikTok that has since been deleted. I wish I had saved it, but it was blurry, too, and there was a strange buzzing sound that had played. Other than that one video, I didn't find or hear about it anywhere. I don't know what caused that kind of interference with electronics, and it's irritating not to have the evidence of what happened. I like having proof of it, and without it, I feel crazy.

If I was drunk, high, or faded, then I might have disregarded it. So, I don't know what they were, but maybe they were aliens. I still wish to see one someday, or to have answers about what exactly I saw. If it was a new aircraft, why were they testing it so far from an airport or an Air Force base? It doesn't make sense. Not sure if he'll do my story, Raven, but I hope you like it. Well, I am, and I did. I've been listening since 2020, and this is the first story that I've sent in.

Hey, Raven, I've been listening to your podcast for over a year now, and I'm finally ready to share my story. This story needs trigger warnings for abuse, ending of one's own life, a sexual assault, stalking, and child trafficking. Here's a little background information. When I was in the ninth grade, I had been dealing with depression and anxiety. I've been looking for love and acceptance in all the wrong places. Then I met this guy, D. I thought he was my savior. He was so sweet and kind.

He listened to me and gave me the feeling of love that I had been looking for. Even though I knew that his dad was a dealer, and he was suspected of child traffic activity, Dee promised he was nothing like his dad and that he hated him, so I believed Dee. This is where things started to go wrong. When I was 15 years old, he started becoming a little. gross. He started with the little things like pulling my hair in the hallway, or not letting me talk to anyone that he didn't approve of first. Then it started getting worse. Some might say sinister. He started telling me about these fantasies that he would have about me, such as putting

me on a pentagram and carving symbols on me. That's one of the small things that he would say. Not only that, but he would assault me whenever we were alone. When I broke up with him, I started getting messages on my Instagram, Snapchat, and other social media. At first, just small stuff,

like, you better watch out. But then it got worse. Way worse. I started getting messages that said, I'm going to sell you. We know where you are and your schedule. They then sent my address and school schedule, including when I got on the bus and when I got home.

The church, library that I went to, stuff like that. The next thing is pretty rough, just a fair warning. I started getting pictures sent to me, of me waiting for the bus, my house, me at school from the outside windows, me in the bathroom showering or doing my makeup, and, one of me sleeping. I got really scared when I started having a van following me everywhere. It would be in the neighbor's driveway when I got home from school. It would follow me when I went on walks.

Then, the final thing that happened goes as follows. I was sitting on my computer at 9.30 at night when I got a message on Discord. It was another photo. This time it was from a site that had a listing for a point. product. I was the product. The last image I ever got before I tried to end my own life, so that I wouldn't have to do it anymore, was a dual picture. One of me sitting on my bed looking at my computer, and the other was a picture of the listing with the caption, sold. I ended up bouncing in and out of psych wards because they were the only place that I felt safe. I eventually shared it all with

the police, and the case went cold because they never found out who did it. I'm 18 now, and I still have fear of what might be lurking out of my house. To this day, I was probably 17 or 18 at the time of this story, and as far as I know, no one in this story was on drugs at the time, though I can't guarantee that my cousin and his wife weren't. But I've never done drugs in my life, and I was with my sister, who was 11 or 12, most of this time, and she saw almost everything that I saw. Still, I understand if no one believes this story because I barely do, and I was there to see it with my own eyes. I didn't even want to post it because it sounds fake, but I want to share it anyways.

About 10 years ago, my whole family went on a really long camping trip. I think it was the entire month of September. It was for a religious holiday. I'm not religious anymore, but we were celebrating some combination of Christian and Jewish holidays. Like the feast of tabernacles and something else. We only did it for two or three years, so I never really grasped. the details, but we would always celebrate it with a camping trip. We were in the woods on my grandparents' property for several weeks for this holiday.

It was me, my younger twin brothers, younger sister, mom, dad, my aunt and her two sons, my older cousin and his pregnant wife. There were two campsites, one at the top of the hill with most of us staying there, and one at the bottom of the hill with just my older cousin and his wife. After a few days, we started to see some weird creatures, like nothing we'd ever seen in nature. Since we'd all grown up spending our summers on this property, I don't know why they were only appearing now. There appeared to be four of them.

They were all white, like their eyes, skin, and fur. Every inch of them was bright. white. The first sighting was seen by my siblings, younger cousins, and I. We were all sitting around the campfire at night, and we saw a bright white shape moving across the edge of the camp, the color of snow in the dark. It was like a dog or a wolf, but it was huge, bigger than the bears we've seen here in Colorado. It had thick, smooth fur all over its body, and a face too long for a dog. It walked halfway around the camp and then down the hill out of sight.

Our parents didn't believe us at first until the next morning when my aunt and my mom saw the same thing walking through the camp with another all-white creature that they described more like a dinosaur. It seemed to have fur and feathers around its neck and down its back. Most of its body was scaly. It had a face like a reptile with long, sharp teeth that stuck out of its mouth. It had small arms, and it walked with a slouched posture.

It was just as huge as the first one. The next day, my cousin's wife claimed to see both of the first two creatures and two more in her camp, cleaning her fire pit and dishes. To be honest, I don't. don't fully believe her. Even with all I saw out there, partly because I felt a strong negative energy from them, and I doubt they would have done something so helpful, and partly because the most I had seen them do was walk around menacingly.

But the other two that she described were a very tall humanoid, with long, spindly arms and leathery skin, and a smaller one that was bipedal and deer-like, with scruffy fur. This one I remember the least what it looked like, even though I had caught a glimpse of it in the woods another day. We all saw these creatures all over the property. It's eight acres of woods in the mountains, so we were all spread out during the day

and we would all see these things in different areas, all times of day and night. The clearest one I remember was when I was going to this flat area, right off the dirt road that led to the top of the hill. It was midday, so it was bright and clear. As I approached, I noticed something white moving around in the spot. I thought that it was a large trash bag or a sheet, or something that had been blown onto the property by the wind.

But as I got closer, I saw the face of the wolf-creas. Richard turn and stare at me. I stared back, frozen, for a few seconds, until it turned around and ran down the hill. I turned around and stayed away from that spot for the rest of the trip. This was the only time I remember being away from my sister the whole time. She was with one of my brothers on the opposite side of the property, and they said that they saw an alien in the woods. I had assumed it was the same humanoid that my cousin's wife saw, but they described it more like a gray alien.

So it could have been a fifth creature, and they saw it stepping behind a tree, and when they looked nothing was there. Every day someone saw something. Often several people would see them at the same time. They would always scurry away like rats. The only noise they made was heavy breathing. I saw most of them at some point.

I never saw the humanoid, but others claimed to have seen it. I saw the wolf thing several times, and the deer and dinosaur each once or twice, far off the trails. My sister saw what I saw. Sometimes one of us would see them and they would leave before the other could see them, but we believed each other because we were all experiencing it. My sister had sleep paralysis for the first time in her life while we were there, and she's had it ever since. She said that she saw a gray alien standing all around her, holding her down.

I heard her screaming and tried to wake her up, but I couldn't wake her up and couldn't move. It was like something was forcing me to stay unconscious. I was scared and confused. Normally I'm a very light sleeper and wake up from deep R.E.M. sleep in a matter of seconds. I had never experienced this. I couldn't move or open my eyes, but I could hear my sister screaming beside me. I somehow managed to move enough to wrap my arms around her and hold her tight against my chest. I could still hear her as she told me that aliens were trying to abduct her.

but all I could say was I can't wake up. Eventually she ran to our parents' tent, and I couldn't fight the sleep anymore. In the morning, we concluded that what my sister experienced in sleep paralysis was real, and they were keeping me asleep so I couldn't see anything. Now, I don't know if I believe that anymore, but I still find it weird that I couldn't wake up, especially with my sister screaming inches away from me, when normally I can't fall back asleep for hours if my sleep is disturbed. My family thought that this whole thing was some kind of alien experiment or something,

but I don't know if there was something in the water, or somehow we all had a collective hallucination, or what? And I don't blame anyone who doesn't believe it, because I don't think that I, even believe it. And I experienced it myself. Hi there. I just recently discovered your channel and have been hooked for weeks now.

I have two stories that I would like to share with you, but for now I'll start off with just one. The story took place almost ten years ago now, and I still remember it like it was yesterday. I was in my early 20s and was still living at home with you. my parents on our big horse farm. My boyfriend and I had recently broke up, and we were talking about getting back together. He had decided to come over one evening, so we could discuss it further. This particular night, he had to work, so by the time he got off work and got to my house,

it was around 10 p.m. We ended up sitting on the bed of his truck near the barn area to discuss things, as I didn't want to be close to the house to wake my parents. Though we were near the barn, we were in an area that was very much open with nothing around us. It was just us sitting in the field alone. We'd been sitting out there for quite some time, and I remember looking at my phone to check to see what time it was. It was now midnight, literally on the dot. I remember this very vividly, because I said,

something about being tired and needing to go to bed soon, because I had class in the morning. This is where things got weird. Out of nowhere, a massive flash of light, almost beam-like, flashed onto us, and only lasted maybe a second at most. It was strange, though, because during that moment I could see my entire property as if it were daytime. I could see details in the dirt and trees, all within this brief second of light that we had flash on to us. It was so fast, but felt like an eternity, given that I could see so many things so clearly in such a short time. When the flash happened, we both heard a

shutter noise, like the noise you would hear from a football stadium light turning off, or on. Now this was in summer, so it was completely clear skies that night. We both looked up for anything like a helicopter, plane, anything that could possibly explain the light. I can guarantee you, there was nothing in the sky that night above us, at least that was visible to our eyes. We were not close enough to the barn for it to have been barn lights, or any other thing that could explain this random flash of light. The only way I could describe it was truly like somebody turned on a massive spotlight on us for a second, and then shut it off. By this point, both of us were freaking out and trying to explain what we had just experienced.

I had then asked him if he could drive me up to my house so that both of us could go home now that we were scared out of our minds. As he's driving me to the house, I look at the time, and I noticed that his truck now says it's 2 a.m. Somehow we had lost two hours of time, and I know for a fact I had just looked at my phone only moments before, and it had said midnight. I then double-checked my phone to confirm this, and it was indeed two in the morning. I have no idea how we lost two hours within minutes. I've tried to explain this story to a few people who I felt might understand, but it's one of those stories that unless you were there, I don't know if you'd be able to fully comprehend what we had experienced. I've tried to be reasonable and realistic about this experience, but both of us feel like what we experienced that night was extraterrestrial. I do have other stories that have happened since then.

which have confirmed my thoughts about this, but, again, I'll send those another time. Thank you for reading my story. 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 podcast. the algorithm to support the growth of the podcast. I'm just one guy doing this.

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And until next time, much love and sleep well.