As The Raven Dreams Podcast - ATRD Ep. 175 - Scary Friend Stories & Other True Scary Stories

Episode Date: May 7, 2025

Today, on the 175th episode of the As The Raven Dreams podcast, we have 6 True Chilling stories. These stories come from the shadowy corners of reality, where everyday life takes an eerie twist & ordinary people experience the extraordinary. Today we will be diving into some terrifying Friend stories as well as other True Scary Stories From Listeners. 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... Hidden Fox, OMGLacy, Khamael, SARAH, Savage_Yet_savvy As Well As Any Author That Has Requested Anonymity. TimeStamps… 1 ➤ 2:12 2 ➤ 21:45 3 ➤ 33:06 4 ➤ 50:12 5 ➤ 54:10 6 ➤ 1:04:51 Midroll ads after Stories 1 and 4 ----- #TrueScaryStories #AsTheRavenDreams #FriendStories #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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continues to be that amazing week that you're currently having Today, we have a collection of stories that is scary friend stories.

So scary stories where the friend is the main topic or the main scary thing, as well as just a collection of other true scary stories from listeners. Anytime you all see another true scary stories section of a thumbnail or title on my podcast here, what that means is it contains stories that aren't topic-oriented, if you will. On the YouTube side of things, I do strange and scary stories, which is a collection of stories from listeners that don't have any central theme. It's just kind of a mishmash of stories I've received that kind of go well together, or even don't go well together.

They're just random stories and various topics. So that is what that means, if you've ever been curious on my logic about whenever I put other true scary stories. Yeah. So hopefully you guys enjoy them. A good collection of stories here. Let's think of a good question To throw at you today

What's something you've learned recently? Myself, I've learned Nothing. That's not true. I've learned the pains that come with trying to buy a house. Let me tell you that. That is a crazy process that is all over the place And every day that goes by We are getting closer and closer to signing date,

Which is so exciting. 22nd of May, I will be moving starting the move, if you will. I will not be moving fully, but starting the move, so, yeah. What's something that you've learned recently? Just anything that you think is interesting. If, of course, you have the comment section, which I do believe is Spotify exclusive, so.

All that said, friends, hope you have a beautiful rest of your day. Hope I see you again here very soon, but until then, my friends, I said friends too many times, which is apropos since it's a scary friend's story video. Anyways, until next time, much love and enjoy. Hello again, Raven. I hope you're doing well, and I have another story that I wanted to share with you

about a recent situation a friend of mine and boss went through. Not sure what category it fits into. We'll call her Carly to protect her identity, as the situation is still being, quote, investigated. But I figure you might be interested in a modern story that's scary and crazy. I named this story Tyler House, because it centers around a house my friend has told me about

that used to be a hangout spot for her and some of her friends and co-workers. After what has happened recently, this house is no longer the hangout spot. This was in summer, June of 2022. Carly is the manager of a pizza shop in a gas station lot in McDonough, Georgia. She's 27 years old, energetic, and fun. and a lot of her co-workers are her friends as well. She takes her job seriously, but she's also a cool person to work for. Other employees at the coffee shop and gas station also know and love her,

and her friends from high school and college also grew up in the area and still keep in touch. One of her longest friendships is one with the man that will call David to protect his identity, and unfortunately he had a bad run-in with some of his own. more troublesome crowds in their youth and has been in prison for the past eight years. He was released on this year, and Carly had been working hard to save up for a place for herself and her daughter so they could move out of her best friend's house, and she had hopes of rekindling the relationship she had started with David prior to his incarceration. They kept in contact by mail until the week finally came where David was released, and Carly couldn't

wait to go pick him up. They spent a night together and then Carly went to work, the same as always, excited that she could finally have the man that she loved back in her and her daughter's lives. Things went well for a week, and then changed when Carly returned home from work on a Friday evening in June to find that David wasn't there, and he wasn't answering his phone calls or texts. He had disabled the 360 tracking app on his phone as well, And Carly began to worry about him, since most of her friends and the few co-workers that also knew David hadn't heard from him or seen him in a week either. A week went by before a friend that we will call Peter showed up at her job and asked to speak to her out back. He told her that he had seen David briefly at the Tyler House a few days ago, and that he was planning to catch a ride to Florida, stay a few days, and then backpacked to Georgia.

on his own. Something that Carly knew meant that David was once again shuttling, using and most likely selling drugs again. She thanked Peter for his tip, and Peter informed her that David made sure to tell him and a few others not to tell Carly where he was. Later on that same day, Carly's grandmother called her to tell her that she'd heard from David

when he called asking her for money, and she told him that she didn't have him, have any and wondered why he didn't ask Carly. David lied and told her that he was currently mad at Carly, because he came by her job and saw her sitting in her truck with another man and accused her of cheating on him. Carly was taken aback by the accusation, since it was true that her and one of her best friends and co-workers would often take smoke breaks together, sometimes sitting in her truck on her brakes to do so, but her co-worker was not romantically interested.

in her or any woman, in fact, since he loved men. Carly knew the story was trash, and she sent him several unanswered texts trying to get a hold of him, all of which were left on red and never responded to. Carly's grandmother told her to not worry about the situation, and that David would turn up soon on his own, as he had often done in the past when he was angry and needed time to cool off. Carly went back to work, and even though she worried for her friend, she focused on doing her job. A week after that, a local police officer, Ben, walked into the pizza shop to order a meal and began to flirt with Carly, insisting the two hang out sometime off the clock and get to know one another.

She agreed to do so, and the two had dinner at her apartment. He asked her a lot of questions about herself and showed genuine interest. But it wasn't until the officer began to ask questions about her friends and family that Carly became slightly alarmed. Ben began to ask her about her hangout habits, and if she had been out in certain areas recently, and at one point, mentioned the area of McDonough not far from where the Tyler House was. She lied and told him that she didn't frequent that area, senting that something was off about the lineup of questioning. Midway into their visit, Ben got a call that he stepped outside her apartment door to take discreetly,

and minutes later came back in to tell her that he had to leave for work. Carly walked Ben to the front door of her apartment, where he told her that, if she ever needed anything taken care of, he could help her out, no matter what it was. Carly dodged the unusual statement by telling Ben that he was sweet, and before he left, she realized he had left his jacket on her couch. She made a joke insisting that since he had left it there, she would keep it as a souvenir of their visit, something that triggered Ben,

since he rushed back into the house and took his jacket in a cold manner, insisting that he never leaves anything with any one, which, again, gave Carly another odd sensation about him. He left briskly without him. saying anything else. That same night, hours later, Carly did get another text message that alarmed her.

After not hearing from him for almost a month, Carly was surprised to see a message from an unsaved number in her texting app. It wasn't a written message, however. It was a headshot of David, bruised, bleeding, and with a severely swollen black eye. She immediately tried to call him, but each call went straight to voicemail. So she texted him, asking what happened.

All he texted back was, I'm okay, rough night with friends. And then, I'll call you tomorrow. Fed up with the drama surrounding David's whereabouts, Carly had her co-worker come over and watch her daughter as she decided to go looking for David on her own. In the first place she was going to look, was the Tyler House.

The Tyler House sat on 10 acres of a tree-covered land, bordered by a wooden fence, and the house itself was tucked deep inside, accessible only at the tail end of a snaking gravel driveway that stretched out a half-mile from the main two-lane country road. Apart from the two-story main house, there was a separate walk-in tool shed, a standalone carport, and several abandoned cars in the first. front of the house, as well as a few working vehicles parked on the right side of the house. She recognized the small sedan and pickup truck that belonged to the Tyler family, but the third

vehicle parked slightly behind theirs was one she hadn't seen before. Behind the house was a greenhouse, an additional tool shed of a smaller size, and more tree-covered land that rose and fell, and eventually led to one of the many rivers that cut through the area. As she approached, she began to feel uneasy all over again, as her additional attempts to call and text David continued to go unanswered. She never told David that she was going to the Tyler House, because she feared that if David was in more trouble than he let on, he would disappear on her and go off on his own again, even if he needed her help. Carly pulled her car up a few feet away from the house, and parked off to the side of the gravel driveway, and walked the

rest of the way to the front door of the older White House she had known for many years. The screen door was open, but the main door behind it was locked. So she knocked on it with the heavy fist to make sure that someone heard her. She didn't care about ringing the doorbell. In fact, she noticed that it was missing, but completely dismissed it, wanting simply to get someone's attention as soon as possible. She couldn't hear anyone talking inside the house, but

seconds later, her friend Peter came to the door and opened it quickly with a terrified expression on his face. He demanded to know why she was there, and before she could answer, he shushed her and pulled her into the house, locking the door behind him,

and began guiding her past the cluttered living room and up the small carpeted staircase on the left side of the house. Once upstairs, Peter looked around and then opened the door on their right, pushing Carly into his bedroom and locking the door. Carly demanded that he'd tell her what was going on, and Peter once again shushed her, noticeably terrified and trying his best to keep her quiet.

What the hell are you doing here? You can't be here right now, Peter told Carly silently, but forcefully. Carly did her best to explain what was going on, including the text message she'd gotten from David a little while ago. Peter led out a frustrated sigh and opened his own phone to show all of the texts from David's original phone number, where he mentioned that he and some friends were keeping tabs on a competing supplier in the area, waiting for a chance to take him down. Peter then showed her messages from David's new phone number from the past week,

which detailed how he and a couple of male friends that Peter didn't know and had never seen, before, had attacked someone who was delivering drugs from a rival supplier, and beat him nearly to death before they robbed him of his product and his money. David apparently lost his own phone in the process and had to get a new burner phone. They brought their loot to stash at the Tyler House, where the youngest son of the Tyler family, Mark Tyler, was going to redistribute and sell the product himself. They threw a small party and invited a a small group of extended friends who engaged in drinking in the usage of the product. Peter told Carly that, after being there for a couple of days,

David and the two new friends decided to go out to a local bar for drinks several hours before Carly showed up to make contact with the local customer, and that was the last time he heard from David. Mark Tyler wasn't home either, and oddly enough, wasn't answering any phone calls or texts all day. Carly was slightly confused, but she still wanted to know why Peter was acting so spooked. He told her that, about an hour before she arrived, a black car that resembled an undercover police vehicle pulled up to the house and sat there for a long time.

Someone got out with the flashlight and began looking around their property but never rang the doorbell or knocked. Peter had closed all of the blinds and curtains, locked all the doors and had been hiding in his room, until he saw the headlights of Carly's car pulling up the driveway. And if he had known she was coming, he would have told her to stay away from the house tonight. Carly's heart began to race even more as Peter opened the ring app and showed her the last video clip, which showed someone approaching the front door, using a flashlight to blind the camera, and then forcibly removing the entire camera by hand. There was a split-second glimpse of the man's face, and Carly's eyes.

went wide when she realized she recognized who it was. Suddenly it made sense why Ben was asking about her friends, hangout patterns, and areas that she would go to hang out. There was a loud bang in the sound of breaking glass in the back of the house, and Peter and Carly knew that someone had broken into the back door of the Tyler house. They heard some slight rummaging around, and then loud, slow stumps on the staircase heading to their room. There were two firm knocks on the door, followed by an attempt to open the door, and finally the man spoke in a voice that Carly recognized all too well. Carly, I know you're here. I recognized your car outside. Ben stated calmly to her. Carly didn't answer, frozen in place and afraid to admit to herself that it was actually Ben the policeman, the guy she had just spent an entire evening with on the other side of the door.

I was hoping you weren't involved in this situation, Carly. As you could see, it's pretty bad. Your friends are into some deep stuff, deeper than you know. Ben continued trying the door once more. Carly still couldn't bring herself to say anything back and almost screamed when three powerful fist knocks suddenly ring out against the wooden door again. Don't effing act dumb.

I know you're in here. I've checked the entire house, and I know you're in here. you're in that freaking room. Ben screamed through the door. This time Peter was the one who answered. Get the F out of here, man. I've already called the cops and they're on their way. Peter shouted back. Ben led out a dry laugh outside the door, which was much more eerie than everything else he had done thus far. Carly, your friend in there doesn't know, does he? Ben asked casually through the door. Peter looked at Carly and she finally found her ability to speak. turning her head slightly away from the door to look back at him.

He is the police, she whispered to him, her voice wavering with fear. Look, Carly, I'm going to have to resolve this whole situation. Your friends not only stole from some very influential people, but they also put my brother in the hospital in the process. Your dumbass boyfriend lost his phone, but my brother found it that night. and now I have it. I know about David, and I know about his buddies, and I know all about you too, Carly. I'm here to get our stuff back and clean house,

and I really wished you hadn't come here tonight. Ben stated once more in a much more sinister manner. It suddenly dawned on Carly and Peter why Ben kept insisting that he really wished that she hadn't come there that night, and why Mark Tyler was nowhere to be found. Peter, when's the last time you saw Mark? Carly whispered. He shrugged, approaching his window on the other side of the bed

where he quickly began to undo the latches. There was a portion of the roof they could use to get down to the backyard, and if they moved fast enough, they could either hide in the shed or make a run for it to the river through the trees. As soon as the latch clicked, there was another rough jingle of the locked doorknob, and Carly didn't hesitate to slide the head. heavy wooden chest of drawers in front of the room door to buy them some time.

Peter got the window open as heavy kicks began thumping out against the blocked door behind them, and Carly and Peter escaped onto the roof section of the back patio, and into the backyard where they ran for the tool shed. The sound of heavier kicks and a few curse words rang out in the near distance, as Peter dialed 911 and then stopped and looked at Carly in the shadows. I can't do it. That house is loaded with drugs, and I know about all of it. Plus, this guy is a cop.

There's a chance we might not make it out of this without him finding us. Peter reasoned frantically. Look, if we can make it to my car out front, we can get out of here and go somewhere safe. Carly pleaded with him. The heavy thuds of kicks suddenly ended in a few seconds later. Ben was stepping through the broken glass of the back door, sweeping his flashlight across the back door.

backyard area behind the house. It was pitch black in the back of the house, except for the glow of Ben's flashlight, but there was enough light from the moon itself to see. Carly and Peter maneuvered carefully around the backyard area, using the trees and miscellaneous junk in the backyard. And when Ben approached the rear of the yard area leading further into the trees, Peter and Carly made a run for her car and escaped. On the way home, She called her co-worker and told her to get her daughter dressed and meet her at her mother's house. Once they got there, Carly told her mother and stepfather what happened, and they called the police. It was later revealed that there was no officer Ben working in that particular county,

and that he most likely had purchased the uniform from a costume supplier and obtained a former police vehicle at an auction, or had his vehicle made up to look like an undercover patrol car. Either way, Carly and her daughter didn't go back to their apartment for months, and Carly has already made plans to move. Peter and Carly were not able to get a hold of David for another month, but found out that he had made it safely to Florida where he intended to stay, somewhere safe, until things blew over. Since his first phone had been lost and recovered by the fake officer Ben, he couldn't trust any of his usual people and didn't have most of his contacts. but he pulled some strings to get safely out of the state. In August of 2022, a man fitting the description of Officer Ben was apprehended by actual county police officers, thanks to an anonymous tip.

It's now 2025, Mark Tyler still hasn't been found, and the case has since gone silent, not even making a blip on the local news. The Tyler family still awaits word And the whereabouts of Mark Tyler Or his remains I know that this is a longer email And I appreciate your patience In reading it all I got my friend's permission

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2026 with Visa It's just to have a card of credit visa BMO for participate. Inscribe you at BMO.com bar-oblique concourse. The reglements of the concourse is applicable. Hi, Raven. You may or may not recall, but as I mentioned in previous submissions, I have had many unusual experiences that would give you content for months. Fortunately, I've found a bit more time to put pen to paper

and submit another one of my unusual encounters for your channel. I struggle to characterize this particular event. it's definitely not a glitch or time slip. It could be paranormal, but I'm honestly unsure if it's even that. So, just like the other stories I've shared and so eloquently narrated, you always seem to find the perfect way to fit them in with other stories in your collections. I trust you'll figure out how best to classify this one, too. This experience is one that I've never experienced before or experienced since.

I've also never heard or read about anyone else having this exact experience either. It's one that kind of freaked me out. It was so unsettling that I don't think I would welcome this kind of encounter again. In one of my previous submissions, which was partially paranormal and partially a glitch, I mentioned that my mother died unexpectedly on July 1st, 2019. Since her passing, I've had several things happen to let me know that her spirit continues to visit, visit and linger among the living, even though she has passed. So, on June 30th, 2021, I woke up what I consider to be rather late.

It was almost nine in the morning. No one was awake yet in the house. I had on my well-worn pale pink pajamas with navy blue polka dots. As I awoke, I was still a bit groggy, but not so tired that I was incoherent or oblivious to my surroundings. I got out of bed, walked along the upstairs hallway, and took a left to head downstairs into the kitchen to put on a fresh pot of coffee. As I took the first six steps down the stairwell and on to the landing, something told me to look in the mirror. There are two mirrors on this landing before descending the remaining eight stairs, leading to the main level of the house. So, the mirrors in the landing are not ones I typically use to apply.

makeup, style my hair, or get myself ready for work. In fact, I virtually never look at myself in these mirrors. Placing these mirrors in this particular area was done strategically. You see, I was following a widely known interior design principle. The design principle suggests that by placing mirrors in certain areas of your home, it can create an illusion of a larger or wider space. It's also a way where mirrors can reflect. natural light, while making the area appear brighter.

Knowing this design principle, I strategically placed two large mirrors on the wall of the stairwell landing. So, on this particular morning, as I descended the stairs, I was urged by a thought that told me to stop on the landing and look into the mirror. In that moment, I was aware that this odd thought wasn't my own. I took a momentary pause and tried to process. us this strange musing. You see, I never look at myself in these mirrors.

I certainly didn't want to see the train wreck that I looked like after rolling out of bed. Honestly, how many people wants to catch a glimpse of themselves in the mirror immediately after getting out of bed, or before brushing their hair, washing their face, brushing their teeth, or having a much-needed caffeine fix? Definitely not me. I didn't have to look in the mirror to realize I was a hot, mess. Did I really want to see such a sight? No, I didn't. In that moment, I was aware that looking in the mirror was for certain not my idea, but this peculiar thought seemed persistent. It took hold of me and

piqued my curiosity, so I complied. Once I descended the first six steps, I looked into the first mirror closest to where I had planted my feet firmly on the landing. When I looked up, I didn't see what I was expecting to see, my disheveled bedhead reflection. Instead, I saw my mother. It was a reflection of her and her younger years. I saw her dark chocolate brown eyes, all of complexion, a smaller nose than my own, full lips, and her short, thick, naturally loose, and wavy chestnut brown hair, that somehow always looked naturally perfect without being overdone.

This was unlike the forcible way I typically coaxed my own hair into a compliant, coiffed, straight style. It felt as if minutes passed. I just stood there staring at what this mirror was reflecting back at me. I intently studied the image before me. I took it all in while simultaneously trying to make sense of what I was seeing. I was trying to determine whether or not it was actually me. Perhaps I just never realized how much I looked like my mother. Was I just noticing this for the very first time?

It wasn't long before I dismissed that thought when I wondered what happens to my familiar light green eyes. Where was my pale complexion? Long and rather thin lips, straight nose, and my forcibly straight light brown hair? Where were these familiar features that should be reflecting back at me? me. As I stood there taking in this reflected image, I was completely dumbfounded. My feet felt frozen in place. I continued to study the image looking back at me, and I noticed that my reflection

was wearing the same pale pink pajamas with the navy blue polka dots. It didn't matter, though. The image reflecting back at me was 100% not me, regardless if it had on the same pajamas. There was no question about it. It was clearly my mother. She was 100% a completely separate entity from me. She was looking directly at me and not reflecting back my gestures or movements. I knew in that moment that it was really her. It was definitely my mother and not my own reflection with similar facial features as hers. Once my brain seemed to process and reconcile this information, I instantly became totally freaked out. I bolt a dimly. I bolted a dimly. I bolted down the remaining eight steps while holding on to the railing.

I happened to be oddly aware in that instant that I was wearing socks. As I raced down the stairs and shock and feared what I had just seen, I didn't want to fall down the wooden steps. I turned sharply to the right and ran right into the bathroom on the main floor. This bathroom is to the right of the staircase and in between the kitchen and open living area. I immediately flicked lights on and stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. With a sigh of relief and my heart pounding, I saw me.

I saw my own reflection, which was vastly different than what I had just witnessed in the mirror on the staircase. In this mirror, I saw my messy straight light brown hair, my familiar pale complexion, straight nose, green-colored eyes, and long thin lips. I looked away momentarily and then looked in the mirror once again for a bit longer the time. I studied my reflection, taking in all the details. This reflection was definitely my own. It looked nothing like my mother's reflection, not even a little bit. I tried hard to see what I had seen just moments earlier. I tried to see if maybe I saw similarities between the two of us. Was I imagining things? Did I happen to catch a glimpse of myself at an angle where I saw my mother's

image in myself on the landing. I mean, that wouldn't be all that far-fetched. That would seem completely plausible. After all, I am her daughter and she is my mother. Maybe I never noticed the subtle similarities between the two of us before. As I stood in the bathroom studying my reflection and not observing even a trace of similarities, I suddenly remembered that searing feeling I had just a few seconds earlier. The reflection on the landing was clearly a separate entity from me. I was certain of that. That's why I had that momentary freak out and ran down the stairs.

After a few minutes, I regained my composure. I was trying to make sense of what just happened while I put a pot of coffee on. While waiting for the coffee to brew, I slowly ascended the stairs. I had to have one more look in the mirror on the landing. Was mom still there? I had to find out. Once I reached the landing, I hesitated a bit, but I forced myself to look into the same mirror again. This time I saw just me.

It was my complete reflection looking right back at me. It wasn't my mom's face. It was my reflection, just as I had seen it moments earlier in the downstairs bathroom. It took a little while for me to process this strange experience, and makes sense as to why I saw my mother's face in the mirror. Later on that day, I called my sister and told her about this unusual incident. You see, that's when it dawned on me. This happened on June 30th, 2021.

The next day, July 1, 2021, was the second anniversary of her passing. With my crazy schedule and the hectic pace of managing work, family, and countless responsibilities, I almost forgot the anniversary of her death. The anniversary of her death wasn't at the forefront of my mind, at least in that moment. I hope that she understood that I didn't mean to forget her. I just got busy as all. I wrote this experience in a journal entry, as my childhood friend urged me to write all of my strange and unusual experiences down.

She told me that I could always read and revisit them in an attempt to make sense of their meaning. She was right. In revisiting this experience several years later, I think my mom showed up in the mirror as a reminder to let me know that, although she is gone from this realm, she's not gone from existence. Her showing up in my mirror wasn't just her way of telling me not to forget that it was the anniversary of her passing. I think it was her way of letting me know that she is always around,

and I can take comfort in knowing that she is not. forgotten about me either. I wanted to share a story that occurred during my freshman year of college over a span of about eight months. I'm female and at the time of the story I was 19. I wanted the whole college experience. I wanted to live in a dorm, meet new friends, I wanted to go to crazy parties and maybe even join a sorority. So when I started my school year, I was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, ready to take on the world. This was the same time that I met Colby. Colby and I had several classes together,

as I would later learn that we were going for the same degree. We hit it off immediately. He was funny, smart, and just seemed like a genuine guy, always offering to help classmates with notes or study sessions. We quickly became part of the same friend group, hanging out regularly for movie and game nights, study sessions, or the occasional party. When we first started hanging out, he was seeing a girl that didn't go to our school. So I never met her in person, but he did show me a picture of her.

And before anyone asks, I felt that there was nothing romantic between us. With him being with someone already and we both referred to each other as the sister and brother, we never had, we were both an only child, I felt that that's why we worked so well, because there was no friction or tension between us. I had several close guy friends at the time, so it was certainly no different for me. Also, I'm not the type to get affectionate with people, no matter the gender. I had my own boundaries, so I was acutely aware if I was getting too physical with people. I didn't like to hug or hold hands or things like that.

Never had. My parents thought it was weird that, unlike other kids, I didn't like to be carried or hugged. I'm including this to show again that there was nothing to suggest otherwise that Colby and I were just friends. But looking back on it now, there were small signs that I should have noticed, but I will say they were easy to dismiss at the time. The first red flag appeared after we had been friends for about a year.

Our friend group had a weekend getaway, and we all put together some money to rent a cabin by a lake. I had recently started dating someone, and I brought them along as well. It wasn't a big deal, others had brought their partners too, and we even asked Colby if his girlfriend was coming, but he declined, saying that she was actually out of town with her family. However, once we got there and all started kicking back, Colby's demeanor completely changed. He became oddly quiet, barely engaging in group activities, and glaring whenever my boyfriend and I were talking. I tried asking him a few times if everything was okay, but he would just brush me off, claiming that he was tired.

The next morning, people were already in the living room making breakfast and hanging out, and I decided to decided to grab a shower first. As I went from the bathroom to our room, I saw Colby standing by my side of the bed, going through my phone. I yelped as he startled me, not expecting him to be in the room, and I asked him what he was doing. He jumped and dropped my phone, saying that he was just looking for a photo we took the day before we left for the trip, wanting to send it to himself. It felt off.

I was thinking why not just ask me to send it, but I let it slide, chocking it up to a misunderstanding. He smiled and thanked me for sending it to him and then left the room so I could finish getting ready. After that weekend, things started changing slowly and subtly. Colby told me that the real reason his girlfriend didn't go on the trip was because they had broken up, but he was too embarrassed to tell us. I told him I understood and apologized thinking maybe that's why he was in the mood too. Many of us had our partners with us, and he was probably feeling like a third wheel. From then on, he would text me constantly, sometimes dozens of messages if I didn't respond immediately,

which was strange because he knew when I was in class, but he still bombarded me with messages. He'd also showed up coincidentally at places that I mentioned I'd be going to. If I was studying alone in the library, he would suddenly need to study as well, even after just saying that he was all set or not feeling up to it. I didn't mind studying in a group. We did it often. But sometimes I just really needed to focus with no distractions around me. So I would go alone.

On these days, when Colby would show up, he would sit right next to me instead of across from me and would just be too uncomfortably close, even though he knew how I felt about being touched and having boundaries. When this continued, I knew that I had to speak up to remind him, so I mentioned how I needed space. He'd become extremely apologetic, sometimes to the point of self-deprecation. I'm such a selfish and terrible friend. I don't deserve to be around someone as kind as you. The manipulation worked initially. I would end up comforting him, assuring him that he wasn't a terrible person, and then the cycle would begin again.

About four months into this escalating behavior, I had started dating someone new after breaking up with my previous boyfriend. I found out the guy was pretty skeevy and won nothing to do with him. him. I met this new guy, Hunter, through a mutual friend. He was a sophomore at the same college I was going to, but he had his own apartment, so he didn't live on campus. I didn't tell a lot of people, Colby included, because I wanted to wait until we were a bit more established. However, Colby ended up finding out through a mutual friend, and things took a much darker turn. He He confronted me about not telling him and said that he was offended by it.

I flat out told him that I didn't have to tell him about my relationships and explained why I was holding off on announcing it. He did what he normally did and apologized immediately. He knew about the last guy and why I broke up with him, so his reasoning was that he didn't want me to get hurt or be in a similar situation. I told him that I appreciated the concern, but that I could look after myself. Not to mention I saw the warning signs, which is why I left him. Then, that following night, the first really scary incident happened. I was walking back to the dorms after a late-night study session in the cafe around 11 p.m. The streets were always poorly lit, and it made it creepy.

but it was still on my campus grounds, so I at least felt a little safer. I still had my earphones in with the music low to at least give me something to focus on as I walked back. But as I walked, I had this sudden inexplicable feeling of being watched that's nagged at me, forcing me to turn around. There, about 30 feet behind me, was a figure standing completely still. I was startled at first, but then even in the dim light, I recognized Colby's jacket. He was being creepy regardless of his intentions. I called out his name, but he didn't respond. He just stood there watching. I called out to him again, claiming that I knew it was him, and that's when he finally stepped forward,

acting surprised, as if he hadn't seen me. He ran up to me, smiling, and claimed that he was heading back to the dorms. The men's dorms were on the opposite side of the women's. If this were true, there was no reason for him to be going the way that I was headed. I pointed this out, and he became flustered and then changed his story, saying he was actually coming to surprise me with a late-night coffee since he knew I'd be studying. This was one of those study sessions that I did on a whim. I hadn't told him about it.

I told my roommate about the incident, and she suggested that I set clearer boundaries with him. Tell him that unless I specified that I wanted company, or invited him, to not just invite himself and show up. And she was right. I met up with Colby the next day and told him his behavior was making me uncomfortable, mentioning how he wasn't giving me my space,

And whatever that was, the night prior was wholly unacceptable and outright creepy. He seemed to take it well, apologizing profusely and promised to be better about it. For about two weeks, things were better. Colby was back to being his old self, the friend that I knew in the beginning. But there were some other strange things occurring around me that, at the time, seemed to be separate events. I noticed small items disappearing from my door room. First, it was my hairbrush, then one of my favorite sweaters, even a pair of earrings. My roommate swore that she hadn't done anything with them and no one had been in our room recently that could have taken anything either, and I believed her.

She had no reason to mess with my stuff. I thought maybe I left my earrings at my boyfriend's place, and I made a mental note to check the next time. I was over there. Then I thought maybe I just left my sweater in a classroom or library and someone may have taken it or tossed it. Then I started getting weird emails from a very generic email address. They started out pretty tame with romantic quotes from books or movies, but then became a bit more unsettling, talking about how my boyfriend wasn't good enough for me and one that

included a photo of me in the library with the subject line. You're beautiful like this alone. Someone was in the library with me and took a photo of me. I was freaked out, so I took it to the campus police. They made a report but said that there was little to nothing they could do at the time, and suggested that I document everything and just be vigilant about my surroundings. Feeling defeated and unsafe, I went home, and by the time I got in, I got a text from Colby,

asking if I wanted to grab dinner. I declined saying that I was busy and just wanted to stay home. Then, about an hour later, my phone rang. It was my boyfriend, Hunter. He sounded confused and upset. He said that he had just received several messages from me, breaking up with him and saying horrible, horrible things. It also told him not to bother calling me because I didn't want to talk about it.

but he called anyway. I clearly hadn't sent any messages. He sent me screenshots and showed the last message, and then all the new ones, but I had never sent them. It was crazy and scary, based on the things they had said. I assured him that I didn't know what was happening, but I certainly had no intentions of breaking up with him. After speaking to a few people about it, Colby included,

some suggested that it may have been my ex trying to cause problems. At least, with the emails, I could totally believe it, but I still didn't understand how he had sent the messages. Then it all came crashing down a few weeks later. Hunter stayed home from class one day as he wasn't feeling well, and I was planning on going to his apartment to make him dinner. While I was at my dorm grabbing some things to stay with him for the weekend, I got a call from him, once again, in a state of confusion and distraught.

He said someone had dropped off a paper bag on his steps. Inside was my missing sweater and a handwritten note that read, Your girl left this at my place, with a smiley face. Hunter was understandably upset, asking if I had been seeing someone else. I told him absolutely not, and it became a small fight over. the phone. He didn't want me to come over at first, but I reminded him of the other weird

stuff happening, and he agreed to hear me out. I went over to his place, and he showed me the package. The moment I saw the note, I recognized the handwriting immediately. It was Colby's. He was

left-handed and his wise were always slanted the opposite way, and he drew his smiley faces at an angle instead of straight up and down. I remember this from copying his notes, the little notes and reminders that he would leave for me as well. I knew it was him. That's when it all came crashing down. He must have taken my sweater at some point.

Maybe he even took my brush and earrings. I told Hunter my thoughts, and he told me something that he hadn't mentioned before. He said that he always had this feeling that Colby had a thing for me, but never said anything about it, not wanting to be that kind of jerk. He didn't want me to feel guilty about being his friend or want me to think that he was jealous. I guess we were all still young and love was still a complicated thing.

He then shared how he wondered if Colby was also behind the email and maybe even the texts. I mean, if everyone thought it was my ex doing it, why couldn't it be Colby? Together, Hunter and I took all this information to the police and explained what was happening. I even grabbed some notes I had from Colby to compare the handwriting. After seeing everything, they took it seriously and immediately helped me with filing a restraining order. That's when I later learned that Colby had used some kind of spoofing app to make those texts appear as if they were coming from me.

Campus IT security was alerted to it because he was trying and, clearly succeeded, at downloading these sketchy third-party apps on campus computers in order to do it. He may have used a public computer, one from the library, but he did this under his own login. Needless to say, it didn't take them long to figure out who was doing it. I changed my schedule so that I wasn't in the classes the same day that he was, even if that meant I had to take a few online courses. I also moved in with Hunter so I wasn't sitting alone in the dorms.

Thankfully, he must have taken it seriously, because I never heard from him again. It's been several years since all this took place, but it still affects me in who I trust. The scariest part wasn't even the stalking itself, but how it was from someone I considered a friend. Someone I trusted and at one point would assure me on those scary days. and someone that quickly transformed into something so frightening. I don't want people to hear my story and be suspicious of their friends, but I do want people to make sure that you keep respecting yourself and your boundaries. If your friend cannot respect your wishes, then don't keep them around.

That's the first red flag, and I don't think they deserve a chance to let it escalate. For context, it was the first red flag. year 2017. We were in the base room of a then-boyfriend now ex-boyfriend. It was the first time I've ever had one of these pendulums used on me, and to make it all worse, the moment he pulled it out, he didn't fail to mention it was his exes, the woman of his children's pendulum, that he had bought for her.

However, once they broke up and she had moved all of her belongings out of his house, yes, unfortunately the same house this basement story takes place, but that's not really relevant. I was totally indecisive to even proceed with whatever it was he wanted to do. I knew it was most likely a bad idea, but at the time I guess he convinced me and told me to go ahead with a clear mind. So we relaxed and he held this pendulum, which was Amethyst if anyone's wondering, he held it unraveled over my right palm.

Arm stretched out in front of me, so that my forearm was facing upwards. He then asked a few questions, with an unflructuating hand holding a chain, from which the pendulum hung. There wasn't an inch of movement, not forward, not sideways, nothing. He then continued to move the pendulum up my forearm, my right arm, and for whatever reason this burning sensation in my arm starting at my wrist, continued as he dangled the pendulum up my arm, and stopped right before the cubital fossa, like the elbow area.

At the start of this burning sensation, I started to scream and went to go to move my arm, but he quickly told me, no, and to leave my arm open. I told him that it had felt as if someone was cutting my arm open. When he got the pendulum to my Sheldon, it had felt as if someone with an extensive hand grabbed a hold of my fore.

forearm, at which time I let out aloud, and again explained my experience. But there was nothing, nobody clenching their hand over my arm. All we saw was the pendulum hovering over my skin. And as he glided it gently over my skin and ran it back down my arm, a sizable scratch appeared before my eyes. It took up my whole forearm just right down the middle. Once back at the palm of my hand, the sound of a snap or pop happened.

Upon closer inspection, the pendulum had cracked right over my palm. It had freaked the both of us out completely. He had wrapped the pendulum up and put it away after reviewing it a few times. The crack was never there before. It was new, and his ex had never used it or played with it. This left me completely in our ticket. it. The next morning, not only was there an extensive scratch down my forearm, but a massive handprint wrapped around my arm, too big to be mine, or even my ex-boyfriends. I'm a tiny girl, so it was

pretty noticeable. I'm curious, has anyone have any clue as to what might have happened here? Was it a sign or maybe something trying to warn me? Has anything like this happened to anyone else before. Should I continue looking into this, or just let this one go? I don't exactly know what happened in this basement, but please note there were no drugs or alcohol, and mental illness does not run in my family. This appeared not only in front of my eyes, but the eyes of my ex-boyfriend, too. It's never too early to plan your summer story in Europe with WestJet, from rolling countryside to cobblestone streets. Begin your next chapter.

Book your seat at westjet.com or call your travel agent. Westjet, where your story takes off. I'm truly glad that I found your channel, Raven, and that you accept crazy stories from your loyal followers and listeners, because it does make my day to listen to your videos while working on pretty boring

and often immature workplace. College was some of my more chaotic moments in history and all kinds of things. things happened at the community college I attended right after high school. I probably should have just gone to a university, but anyways, this story happened on the last day of classes for my final year of college. Let's call this story Kill Code, and yes, it's another true story. Our friend group in intro to computers class probably was the tightest friend group I ever had and would ever have.

They were all new people that I met after graduation and spent the entirety of my two years of college hanging with and knowing. From the story with Ben and Penny to various love dramas and other mishaps in our group, we all grew to be a happy band of anime-loving computer programming geeky friends. Until one of our friends betrayed the other and ruined our... sacred bond. To protect these two once lovable idiots, let's give them different names. And even though this happened over a decade ago in 2013, I hope that they got over this issue.

Pamela and Marilyn and Marilyn were the best of friends for a long time. They did everything together and often couldn't be seen without the other one there, any time that you saw them on or off campus. On the surface, they were the textbook of two besties. Only Pamela was actually part of our computer class group, and Marilyn was like a transplant because she knew little to nothing about computers. One of my other friends in the group told me that not everything with Pamela and Marilyn was as it seemed, and told me to keep an eye on them if I wanted to know what she meant.

So I did, and eventually it made sense. Marilyn would do things, like invite the group for weekend outings, or ask to go shopping, the movies, amusement parks, or wherever she wanted to go. And somehow Pamela always ended up being the one to pay for it. We caught on to it and stopped agreeing to go unless Pamela herself said that she wanted to do this for our group. And Pamela was shy, but she would speak up for herself, usually in a, teary, red-faced manner, where she was half screaming and half crying. She came off like an anime girl that way, but she was adorable to us. Marilyn eventually caught on to the restriction against her by way of us declining her invitations

to hang, and one day there apparently was a fight between Marilyn and Pamela, and Marilyn had her boyfriend double-team Pamela and tell her that she was being selfish, and trying to set the group against Marilyn because she was jealous of her. For visual understanding, Marilyn was tall, slender, and had long black hair, and what I will explain as well-developed features that most guys liked. Pamela was short, skinny, and had short brown hair to the point that she always got mistaken for a cute boy, instead of a nerdy girl. Her physique also didn't help, but admittedly she was cute and super smart. Either way, it didn't go over well,

and after a rumor came out that Pamela tried to sleep with Marilyn's boyfriend, we officially told Pamela to steer clear of both of them, and proceeded to excommunicate Marilyn, since both of them actually tried to set up Pamela by inviting her over to Marilyn's apartment, where her boyfriend tried to come on to Pamela. I'll leave the details out, but nothing happened to her. The final straw was when Marilyn began telling other people

that Pamela was promiscuous and basically ruined Pamela's reputation outside of our computer class group until people from our group began questioning Pamela. We invited Marilyn and her boyfriend over to discuss things as a group before playing our usual dandy campaign. Don't ask if you don't know. But that night, all that happened was a big fight about whether or not to just get over what Maryland did.

And also we found out that Pamela had retaliated on her own against Marilyn by unlocking a private collection of photos of Maryland in what I'll describe as adult-themed scenarios, which was supposed to be an anniversary gift for her boyfriend. And she had logged into Marilyn's Facebook page and shared them all publicly. She then changed Marilyn's passcode and locked her out of the account. We were shocked, but not surprised. Marilyn has been wild and aggressive with Pamela, but we were also split on how we felt about all of it,

and this left our group split on how to feel. The last straw was, again, on my last day of classes, when we agreed to have a party that night to celebrate our second. year of college ending and pretty much surviving the chaos of the year. Pamela found me in the cafe, yes, the same on-campus cafe from the Penny story, and told me that she needed help getting off campus today. I told her to call one of our friends with a car and ask for a ride home because I didn't have a car and was going to ride with our friends to the party that night. She shook her head and said that she wasn't going tonight, and that she'd had her

final straw with Marilyn. Apparently, Marilyn and her boyfriend had threatened to call Pamela's mom and tell her everything about what had happened with the photos and basically try to get Pamela cut off from her rich family unless Pamela sent her a substantial amount of money for Marilyn for her emotional damage. Side note, we all knew Pamela's family was very, very financially set. and Pamela told us about her financial allowances once or twice in the past when one of our other friends asked why she always seemed to have so much money.

Anyway, Pamela said she broke down and pretended to agree and convinced Marilyn that she would have to do the transaction from Marilyn's laptop in order to connect her bank with Marilyn's PayPal to transfer the money. She then pulled Marilyn's laptop out of her backpack and sat it on the table to prove that she had her commitment. computer. The smile Pamela gave me was less than chilling, but somewhat sadistic as she told me to give this to Marilyn before I left, and tell her that all she had to do was log into her computer and sign on to her PayPal on Chrome to accept the transaction. I felt weary of this, but

nonetheless I didn't ask, because I also wanted to keep distance from this situation. I didn't agree with either side, but I did know that Marilyn started this fight, and since Pamela could be hard to convince, I didn't feel like telling her that this felt off, and that whatever she was about to do was a bad idea. I also didn't have any proof that Pamela had done anything, and since the situation between Marilyn and Pamela was already splitting the group, I just nodded and agreed to deliver the laptop. Man, I wish I had just told her to deliver the laptop herself. Long story short, Marilyn got her laptop back and we all met up later on that night, minus Marilyn and Pamela, to have our party. Halfway through the party, one of our friends

got an angry call from Marilyn, who spent most of it screaming uncontrollably, and a few minutes later, she and her boyfriend pulled up looking for Pamela who wasn't there, and apparently wasn't at her own home either. Marilyn demanded that we tell them where she was, and by this point, we had all just had enough. But when Marilyn snatched her laptop out of her bag and tossed it onto the table, we knew that things had taken a horrible turn between them both. The outside looked fine, but when one of our other friends picked it up, it was

hot and had a hole in the bottom of it. The screen was discolored and looked like someone took a heat gun to it, and overall we all knew what a fried laptop looked like. It was a legit, oh crap moment for all of us, and one of our friends called Pamela and put her on speaker. She answered, and the call went like this. Hello? Pamela?

Yes? Marilyn just showed up with her laptop, and she said you did something to it. Did you? Yes. What did you do to her computer? Kill code. What? She tried to blackmail me, so I replaced every icon on her desktop with the program to kill her laptop.

Maybe she shouldn't have thought she was smarter than me, and also been dumb enough to give me her laptop. She's greedy, she's narcissistic, she's evil, and she deserved it. Enjoy your party, and don't ever call me. again, none of you were truly my friends. And Pamela hung up. Pamela had dealt the coldest blow we ever saw, and I never heard from her again after that. Marilyn and her boyfriend left after that, but at that point, Pamela had won up Marilyn so bad that none of us ever truly recovered from the situation. We all stopped hanging out shortly after that issue. Moral of the story is, don't underestimate people because they're timid, shy, or friendly.

The nicer they are, the more dangerous they could be. Hello, Raven. I've only told this story to one other person before, and she didn't seem convinced that this was a real event that could actually happen in the real world. I can't blame her, as I still can't wrap my head around the encounter, no matter how many times I replay it in my mind. Anyway, I was on campus late one night due to a guest speaker running long,

and then sticking around to answer questions and chat with the students. If memory serves, the speaker was from the Association of Computing Machinery, and the chat was something about the challenges of creating interfaces between very formal and precise computers, and very informal and imprecise humans, yada, yada. You know, the typical computer nerd stuff. Anyways, after we split up, everyone went their separate ways depending on where they were parted. I was thirsty, so I ducked into a building that had a water fountain.

When I exited the building, less than a minute later, I walked right into them, four orbs, floating silently and motionless. They floated about two meters above the ground, about two meters apart from each other, and were initially about four or five meters in front of me. The orbs had two identifiable parts, an inner glowing part, perhaps the size of a softball, and an outer shell,

perhaps the size of a basketball. The inner part was just light, but the outer part had a noticeable texture. I think the best way to describe the outer shell surface would be like a Fresnel lens, like the kind that lighthouses use, made of a textured glass or acrylic or some other semi-transparent material. I can't say whether the inner orbs were green and the outer shell was clear,

or if the inner orb was white and the outer shell was green. Either way, the final product was pure green light being emitted. After about one to two seconds of sitting motionless, they started accelerating to my right, which would be due north. They moved in perfect sink and accelerates, accelerated at a constant rate, still making absolutely no sound. I don't know the rate of acceleration, but it only took about five or six seconds for them to be moving so fast that they were just a blur. As for possible logical explanations,

the only thing I can think of was that the water I drank had something in it that caused a hallucination. It's a long shot as no other evidence point in that direction, but I'm grasped its straws to explain this. Anyways, thanks for listening, and thanks for keeping an open mind. Hey there, friends. I hope that you enjoyed this collection of scary stories on this episode of the As the Raven Dreams podcast. If the platform you're on has the option to follow podcast and you enjoyed my work, please do consider doing so. Also, leaving ratings and reviews are super important for the algorithm to support the,

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