As The Raven Dreams Podcast - ATRD Ep. 183 - Middle Of Nowhere Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Episode Date: July 5, 2025

Today, on the 183rd episode of the As The Raven Dreams podcast, we have 10 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 The terrifying things that happen outside of societal walls, and some paranormal experiences. 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... GirlOnTheCoast, JakeD, Tom K, PhotosByCora, SerenityLove, Dara, MysticMarselene, Andi, Bianca A. As Well As Any Author That Has Requested Anonymity. TimeStamps… Ads after Stories 1 and 5 1 ➤ 0:57 2 ➤ 13:26 3 ➤ 25:04 4 ➤ 32:05 5 ➤ 42:11 6 ➤ 46:59 7 ➤ 1:01:02 8 ➤ 1:10:03 9 ➤ 1:13:24 10 ➤ 1:16:33 ----- #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

Hello and happy weekend, my friends. Hopefully you're all having a good one so far. If you celebrated the fourth, hopefully you had a good celebration. If you didn't, hopefully you just had a good Friday. It's always a good thing. Today we have a collection of some middle-of-nowhere stories and some paranormal stories. Interesting little mix there, I know. The middle-of-now-nower stories are some really creepy ones, in my opinion.

Paranormal's always scary, though, right? Paranormal's just paranormal. But the middle-of-now-where ones, this time around, are some interesting ones. One of them is a write-up by Tom. It's a write-up on the Skinwalker Ranch, which is a really, really interesting thing to research. So hopefully, you all enjoy this collection of stories, hopefully have a great rest of your weekend. Hopefully, I see you again here soon. But until then, my friends, much love and enjoy. I moved to Massachusetts shortly after finishing college, finding my dream job there. I've always lived on the East Coast, but that was

quite a drive from North Carolina for one person. But once I got there, I fell in love with the city, and that's still true to this day, but in 2022, my college graduating class was having a 10-year reunion than I was excited to attend. It was supposed to be in 2021, technically, but we had pushed it back a year just to be safe. So, I was going to be making the drive back down to my hometown to, see some family and friends. But because I had been in mass for so long and gotten used to the surrounding area, I decided to take a bit of a longer route to see more new sites.

I think I saw more than I bargained for. Instead of taking the interstate, I went for a route that was more focused on the rural scenery. I left early in the morning, packing my little hatchback with my belongings, a few snacks and drinks, and my excited terrier daisy. She loved car rides, and was just ready to bounce around the car old hey, I'm sure. I had my GPS on to keep a guide going, but I also wasn't too concerned about following it. The actual reunion wouldn't be for two days, giving me plenty of time to take in the sights. I was also staying with my parents who were happy to have me home too, so I had some time on my hands.

The drive started out perfectly. It was a sunny day, so we had the windows cracked, and Daisy was enjoying herself. It wasn't until about 3 p.m. that the sky suddenly darkened dramatically. I knew the weather where I lived was nice, but I didn't even consider weather conditions along the way, and we were about to drive right through a storm. Within about half an hour since it darkened, it began to downpour. The rain was so heavy that my wiper blades couldn't keep up. I slowed down quite a bit, barely able to see in front of me.

Daisy was now lying in the seat watching me. She's okay with rain and water, but not so much the roaring thunder. I drove like this for another hour before I decided I needed to stop. I wasn't making much progress at that speed, and it really wasn't safe. No matter what road I was on. I was concerned about hitting another car or, an animal or even someone hitting me.

I was in a smaller car after all. So I drove even slower, turning on my hazard lights, and looking out for exits. I was hoping to find somewhere off the highway to stop until the storm led up, to check in with my parents, and maybe

grab an actual meal. I was too excited to get on the road, so I hadn't had much of a breakfast. Finally, I saw a familiar sign indicating food places and took the next exit. I could go left or right at the stop sign off the highway, but I couldn't see anything in either direction.

I decided to go right, but the only thing I saw that way after a mile or two down the road was an old-looking gas station, where the building still stood, but the pump itself was gone. That place was long closed. I was doing okay. However, I still had plenty of gas and neither of us were starving, so I decided to just wait it out where we were. I checked my phone, and unfortunately I didn't have a signal, but I at least tried to send a text to my mom, thinking that it would send when it could. I even went back to my GPS, and it said that it was looking for a location.

I remember thinking, man, this storm is really brutal. So, Daisy and I stayed in the car for some time, sharing a few pieces of jerky I had stashed away while I played a game on my phone. One of the few things I could do. I don't remember exactly how long I was there, maybe half an hour or so, before I noticed the rain starting to let up. It turned into just a light drizzle. But where the rain stopped, a fog started creeping in. I rolled down the window and was shocked by just how much cooler it was from when we left. However, visibility was much better,

so I figured I should go back the way I came and check out the other side of the highway, thinking maybe I would find the restaurants and some civilization that way. Back down the other way, however, it was just as desolate looking. I was sure that I saw a sign off the highway that had two places listed, on the food and lodging sign. Granted, I didn't recognize either place listed, so I assumed that it was just a local thing. Either way, where were they?

I went a while down that same road until I finally happened to see a few houses pop up. I figured it was probably one of those little towns that just had the locals in it, but hoped they might at least have a little convenience store or something. I would once again stand corrected. I pulled through the little side street and saw several small houses in a row on each side. But this is where it started getting weird.

Some of the houses had some lawn decorations in them. A flag, a flamingo. One had a lawn chair and a small tricycle in the yard. One house had the front window and the door wide open. My first thought was that this must be one of those neighborhoods where no one locks their doors. It was cute at first, seeing a small community like that, but I assumed that I would at least run into someone or see someone in the area. Surely someone had to be nearby the house that had the door wide open, right? I stopped in front of the house and waited a few seconds, but no one ever came out of the house, or from the side.

That's when I actually started looking closer at the houses. they all looked pretty worn with time. I could see the shingles sticking up on the house with the door open. Another one had what I first thought were thick curtains in the window, but it was actually a board. The siding was peeling and washed out, clearly fading with time. The yard was overgrown, but not unruly.

I would guess that it had been mowed probably a month or two prior. I kept driving until I came across, a small yellow building that had a sign by the door that said something like Mavs eatery, or maybe it was maize. It was an uncommon name that started with an M. I remember that much. I stopped in the small lot in front of it and got out, leaving the window cracked for Daisy. I wasn't going to assume that dogs were allowed inside.

Turns out, I didn't need to worry about that, however, because it too was empty. But that place looked like it had been left in a rush. There were coffee mugs scattered across a few tables. One had a plate with what I think was bread on it. It was so dehydrated and shriveled up that I couldn't make it out entirely. There were a few empty plates on the bar and the floor still had trash and debris on it. I immediately felt like something was wrong. With this place or with myself.

I started feeling nauseated and light-headed, and my body started feeling so light that I remember grabbing the booth, thinking I was going to float away. I was worried that I was about to pass out, because I had never felt like this before. I took a few deep breaths, and when I had my bearings back, I ran back to my car, where I found Daisy scratching incessantly and whimpering at the window. She didn't do that, even if she had to go to the bathroom. I jumped back into the car and sat there with my eyes closed, trying to relax. And that's when I noticed Daisy was trembling and still whimpering. I tried to be reasonable, though, and hooked her leash to her harness and opened the door, checking if maybe she did need to go.

She didn't budge. So, I grabbed her and got out of the car with her. Her tail remained down in between her legs and didn't move from where she was. I watched her as she stared over at the building, still shaking and whimpering. Something was now freaking her out. Something I couldn't see. But I sure as hell felt it. Something was very wrong with that place.

I scooped her back up, putting her in the passenger seat, and got in. Daisy didn't stop whimpering until we were back at the highway and, entrance ramp and, to be honest, I was still feeling sick. My heart rate was skyrocketing too, until we were gone. What's even worse is that I didn't have GPS service until I was back on the highway. Thankfully, I at least knew the direction that I needed to go and drove for probably 10 to 15 minutes before it came back. I kept driving until I saw a food sign with modern places that I recognized. I had never been more thankful for a Taco Bell.

I stopped to finally decompress for a moment and tried to look up where we were on my phone's map. Here's where it gets confusing. According to Google Maps, that place does not exist. Usually it shows the cities or small gray buildings or something indicating that something was there, but it was empty. just green for fields of grass.

How is that possible? I know that things change, places close, and new places pop up, but we're talking about a whole little town just completely gone. The rest of my drive went fine. No weird towns and no weird feelings. I told my parents about it. My dad was typically really good with directions, but neither could really place the location.

They also found it strange that it wasn't on Google either. My dad even pulled out his old Atlas and was studying the maps along the route that I told him, and there was no indication of any place being along that highway. It clearly existed because I saw it with my own eyes, but this place just did not exist anywhere, like it was just wiped off the face of the earth at some point. Then I started thinking about how everything was left. Other than the grass, and I got creeped out.

It was as if it was literally wiped away, and everyone disappeared in the same way without a trace, without any plans. When I went back home the next week, I took the same path, hoping to find the town again to take some photos of it as proof, but I never found it. The food and lodging sign that I saw from the other direction wasn't even there. So my question is, did this place, this little mysterious town in the middle of nowhere, truly not exist? Was it not supposed to be in this reality? Is that why I myself started feeling light and why my dog was afraid of the place? I still do wonder if Daisy saw something that day that I couldn't. And to be honest, I don't know what terrifies me.

more about that place. I am from a huge Italian-American family. My mom had 12 siblings, and they in turn had numerous children. We have never even counted the number of first cousins on mom's side because there are just so many of us.

For the purpose of this story, I will estimate that there were approximately 40 of us first cousins running around at a family gathering. As a tradition in our family and many Italian families, the majority of my uncles named their first-born sons, Savatorre, after my maternal grandfather. This will be crucial to the story later.

My mother Maria was the eldest child, and as I mentioned, she was very close to her family. For the record, not that it's relevant to this particular story, but we were also super close to dad's side of the family. He had four siblings, and there were only 12 cousins on that side of the family. none named Savatory. My mom's older brother, Carl, suffered a heartbreaking tragedy when his wife died in childbirth. My cousin, Sal, was born a strong, healthy,

and apparently beautiful baby, with no mother to care for him. My uncle was said to be completely overcome with grief and unable to manage work while caring for a newborn baby, who reminded him of the loss of his beloved wife. His sister Maria immediately stepped up and took the baby into our home. She loved and cared for him almost as if he were her own, and they bonded. My uncle visited often, and when Sal was four years old,

he met a woman who professed her love and devotion to both my uncle and his son. When the new couple married, Sal moved out with much heartbreak for the little boy and his beloved auntie. The saddest part is that the new stepmother, My aunt, felt comfortable showing her true colors immediately after Savatore moved in. She was not interested in having a young child in her home, and she made no attempt to hide her dislike of the poor motherless child. Sal often tried to run away to return to his loving Aunt Maria. My uncle, determined to have his son live with him, and rightfully so,

would come and bring him home every time. He was said to be loved by his father. Unfortunately, his father was unwilling or unable to acknowledge the emotional impact that his wife's new behavior was having on the young boy. Sal grew up angry at his father, and although other family members really tried throughout the years to get Carl to see the damage, that this woman was inflicting on his son, he was blinded by her. Sal moved away and only kept in touch with his aunt Maria, a few uncles, and tried to keep in touch with his little half-sister.

Sal is a good person. As you can imagine throughout the years, the rest of the family gathered often to celebrate every event under the sun. My mother, being the most nurturing human alive, was very close to many of her nephews and nieces. She taught me how to be an auntie, and I love her for that. Your nephews and nieces are the most important children in your life right next to your own kids. That was always her motto.

She treated them all like her own kids. No one ever needed an invitation to our home, and it was often, completely unexpectedly, filled with 20 to 50 people for Sunday dinner. I actually thought that was how everyone grew up when I was a child. The six other cells visited often and always came over to tell Aunt Maria of their accomplishments, often bringing her sweet little gifts, like freshly caught fish or a plant, because making her proud was a truly wonderful feeling for all of us, and everyone who ever met her adored her. I realize this is a lot of background with not much paranormal stuff yet, but I am getting to it.

Here is where the paranormal begins. My father, Tony, passed when I was very young. When I was sick or very sad, I always felt and even saw his presence, but I chalked it up to my very vivid child's imagination. My dad was a kind and loving man, called a gentle giant by many. He was an engineer by trade, but his avocation was tennis. That big, strong man was all grace and rhythm on the courts, and he found it very relaxing. Obviously, since we were his children, when dad passed, he, sadly, never met his grandchildren.

It is without a doubt in my mind that this man would have been an incredible grandfather. I believe this was proven correct one day when the grandkids came into the house, telling me they wanted to play tennis. My mom, of course, had tennis courts in the backyard. I laughed and told the kids that we would teach them when they were a bit older, and they said, Oh, we already know how to play, because Pop Pop showed us how. Now, the children call their other grandfather, grandpa. So I don't know where a four- and five-year-old picked up Pop-Pop, but I thought I should go along with a creative play.

I said, really? Cool, show me. They took me out and showed me how to hold the racket, explained the rules, and described my dad perfectly. I didn't want to accept this until they said he had a white t-shirt on and white shorts. He looked kind of funny.

There was a weird squiggle on his shirt. What now? They described my dad's tennis outfit to a T. And there were no photos of him in his tennis whites on display. They also said that he smelled like he had perfume on. My dad always put on aftershave and or cologne because my mom loved it. Please know that I used creative license in my description due to privacy concerns.

Some people in my family are a tad uncomfortable sharing these stories. Now, on to my adult story. When mom passed when I was in my late 20s, I was devastated and I wasn't the only person who took her passing hard. The funeral home was packed every single night with family and friends from around the globe. She was, as I mentioned, much loved. I cannot begin to describe the gorgeous floral arrangements

and copious amounts of food that continued to arrive for days. It was a great comfort to myself and my siblings to see the outpouring of love for Mom. And she was more than deserving of the love bestowed upon her. The world never felt or looked the same to me after her passing. The sun never shone quite as brightly in my world, if that makes sense. I would often dream of her at night. I knew that these were clearly just dreams and nothing more, but I would wake up smiling.

One of her grandchildren dreamt of her nearly every night. This was the grandchild closest to her. I cannot say whether these were dreams or visitations, as they're not mine to us. One night I fell asleep, and I was awakened by a noise inside my head. My husband remained fully asleep. I saw my mother hovering near my bedroom slightly above the door in a white gown. She looked so young, vibrant, and healthy. This event took place many years ago, but I could still recall every single detail.

It felt very different than any dream I ever had in my life. but it was the middle of the night, and it felt so real, but I was aware that she was deceased. She said, call Sal, you have to call Sal. And as quickly as she came, she vanished. I fell back to sleep and thought to myself, that was strange. Why would Mom visit me and say that? But I immediately knew without a doubt which Sal she meant out of all the Sal's. including uncles and cousins.

I awoke and went about my day, but I couldn't shake the visitation from the night before or the directive I had been given by my mother. I'm not sure whether you know this or not, but when an Italian mom asks something of you, you do it. Also, I knew it was important, but I had no idea why. I've never had a dream that I couldn't shake, but this visit from mom was definitely different.

It's as if she wouldn't allow me to forget it. First, I had to obtain Sal's new number because he had moved again. I called that very evening. This is the conversation. Sal's longtime partner. Hi, how are you? Me. You're going to think I've lost my mind, but Aunt Maria told me to call and speak to Sal.

I hear crying on the other end of the line. I'm sorry, did I say something? something to upset you? And then the partner said, you have to say those exact words to your cousin. He absolutely needs to hear that. Long story short, my cousin, completely estranged from everyone in the family,

just a few days prior, had received a very serious medical diagnosis. He was obviously depressed, feeling alone, and very much deserted by his family. If you recall, his father chose his stepmother, over him throughout his entire life. My mother and a few of my aunts and uncles loved and supported him, but the pain of parental neglect cuts deep.

His dad was clueless, but the rest of the family understood the intense hurt and pain that the poor child and later adults lived through. No one understood it more deeply than his beloved Aunt Maria. We spoke for over an hour. Sal, as many years my senior, and this was the last one. longest conversation we had in our lives. He openly shared how he felt. I listened and reminded him how strong his aunt's love must be that she would come to me

and insist that I contact him. He cried. I honestly have never known him to cry in my entire life. He asked if I thought our uncles would be open to contact, and I immediately told him that everyone absolutely wants to hear from him. Eventually, he reunited with our family. He even decided to call his father, and they resumed superficial, very casual contact prior to my uncle's passing.

I believe Sal did this mainly to contact his younger half-sister, whom he loved dearly. It is my belief that the one brief visit from Maria was necessary to help Sal get his motivation back to fight his illness. Fortunately, he fully recovered. Clearly, there's no scientific evidence that proves the visitation, or the fact that Sal's new outlook on life helped him combat the disease. Conversely, there's no evidence to suggest otherwise. I know that my mother loved her nephew dearly as one of her own, but I couldn't possibly begin to explain any other portion of my story.

Thank you for reading the story, Raven. You rock. Hi, Raven. I've been listening to your podcast. for a long time now. You're one of the few that I listened to, but here are a few short stories I've experienced when I was little. I'm now a 26-year-old female from the Philippines. I used to live in Manila when I was younger. This first story is from when we rented a house on Catecoutin Street. Yes, I will name places because they all knew that it was haunted. And also, Catecoutin, or Catecoutin, means horror or... or fear.

I hope I'm saying those right, because if I'm not, I'm sure several people will tell me. I don't know why my parents thought it was a good place to live in. The place was actually nice. It's now a mansion, but for a typical Pinoi family, it was all right. Simple layout, downstairs. Enter the door, you see the sala, or the living room, the kitchen to the left. A little to the right would be our dining area. Behind that is our bathroom.

Upstairs was nicer. We had two bedrooms. Between the two bedrooms was my play area, bigger than the two rooms, and I loved it. Everything was organized. My stuffed animals, the kitchen play sets, everything. As a kid who was picked on and bullied often, I didn't really believe my so-called playmates growing up. The girl who I always played with was the daughter of the landlady. She'd always turn other kids against me, so...

When she said things to me, I didn't believe them. One time, she told me that her brother caught on his phone camera an apparition. I would also hear other kids tell their own paranormal encounters, but to me, as the kid who was picked on, I just didn't believe any of it. One night my mom was working night shift, and my dad wasn't going to come home as early as he used to. I don't know, maybe overtime at work. But I specifically remember it was just me,

my baby sister, and our Kasambahai, maid. She was a kind of diva, but that's for a different story. So that night we were already in bed. Our maid was carrying my baby sister, rocking her to sleep, when suddenly there were knocks on the door. Damn, I get chills remembering this one. There were knocks, so not just one, many knocks, probably three or four.

really knocking, trying to come in or asking you to answer the door type knocks, you know. As I mentioned, the maid was a diva. She told me to answer the door. Thank goodness I did not fall on my way down because it was freaking dark. The lights were out already. I was scared because it was dark. I was kind of excited to see my dad because it's more comforting, I guess. So I make my way downstairs, open the door, and,

nothing. No one. Nobody is behind that door. I froze. I'm getting chills as I'm writing this, but I froze in front of that open door and I was probably standing there for more or less one second until I hear Alfie, the maid, ask who was at the door. That was when I snapped and ran back upstairs. We both heard the knocks. I wasn't hearing things. There were many encounters from this house, not just for me, but from the maid, and most especially my mom, too. The second encounter from it was when my parents were home. Mom was cooking, I'm watching TV, dad was upstairs, and I think my sister hadn't been born yet. This was a small house, but the remote for the TV was on top of the thing where you put the TV,

and it was probably 20 feet away from me, when suddenly the TV volume. increases to the point where my mom turned and looked at me telling me to turn it down. She was accusing me of messing with the remote, but again, I didn't have the remote. My dad heard the TV too and came downstairs. He rushed to the TV and grabbed the remote to turn it down, but it wasn't working. Even the CD player went crazy at this point. My mom even told me later that the presets or the equalizer for the CD player kept changing too. The crazy thing was, my dad unplugged everything and it didn't immediately shut down.

Like, it kept going crazy, but it took some time before it actually turned off. If that doesn't convince you, here's the third encounter from my mom. She told me this story when we had already moved here to Laguna. She was pregnant with my baby sister that time. Since my dad was also working, I had to be dropped off at my grandma's house, a couple of blocks away. My mom wasn't going to be home after school, so I had to stay with my grandma. Mind you, they all knew that the compound was haunted. My mom was just real brave. So my mom went home from her night shift, and she had to take a rest and sleep, you know, night shift things. She said

that she kept waking up and couldn't sleep, and then suddenly somebody was whispering beside her. Yes, she knew that somebody was beside her, but she said she didn't want to open her eyes and risk getting scared, because she knew it might be bad for the pregnancy. She tried so hard to ignore it and then just fell asleep. Somebody told her that the house has a dweende. I guess dweendee is a goblin or elf or pixie, and it was yellow, and that it wasn't going to harm us. The last encounter for that house is from the maid. She was home alone at the time, and my baby sister wasn't born yet. She was ironing some clothes when suddenly she felt like somebody was watching her.

She tried to ignore it, but couldn't just continue what she was doing. She dropped the iron on the board and ran to my grandmother's house. My grandmother had to go back to our house to unplug everything. All three stories except for the first one were relayed to me by my mom since we had moved. She also mentioned that nobody can seem to stay there very long, and the landlady increases her rent every time somebody moves out. I wouldn't doubt it. And the neighbors have a lot of stories, too.

So those are my stories. I hope you all like them. My brain isn't creative enough to make all this up. These were real encounters from me and my family. More power to you, Raven, and I love your podcast. Thank you. I had to take a long trip across the country in my early 20s. I was living in Kentucky and moving to Oregon to be with my girlfriend.

I wasn't having much luck with the jobs where I was, but my girlfriend said that she could help me get a job with her. In fact, I had two phone interviews before I made the moves, so I was feeling good about the whole thing. The only issue is, as you can imagine, that it's a long drive, and I was going to be doing it alone. I had a small truck, so I put everything in the back that I could, and everything else I donated or sold,

to have that little extra cash in my pocket. I knew I was going to have to stop a few times, and at least once or twice to sleep too, but I prepared the best I could for it. I had a bench seat in my truck, so the plan was to just sleep in there and save my money instead of getting a hotel room. The story took place during the time I was driving through West

through western Kansas. It was already dark and I didn't normally stay up past 10, maybe 11 on a crazy night. At this point, it was about 1 in the morning and as you know, Kansas is flat and boring. It was not doing much in ways of keeping me awake. I knew I was going to need to sleep soon. I was in the middle of a long stretch of highway with no indication of a decent town coming up anytime soon. My only options were to keep driving and hope that something popped up on the signs,

or just stopped where I was. I went with the ladder. The part of the highway I was on was surrounded on both sides by cornfields. I hadn't seen another car in a few hours, and the road was wide enough that I felt comfortable pulling over and just sleeping there. I certainly felt better about stopping and sleeping in my locked truck than I did risk further driving while drowsy. So I pulled over enough that part of my truck was in the grass.

I texted my girlfriend and told her I was stopping for the night, and then cracked my windows since it was nice outside. I was doing the drive in early August, so it was pretty warm, but thankfully that night there was a decent breeze. I also wasn't under any streetlights, so it was pretty dark, except for the stars above. I got myself situated in my seat, lying down, patting myself on the back for keeping a pillow in the seat for this very reason. I was just starting to drift off, being right in that in-between state, where I was aware of my body in the sounds of the crickets outside, but also dreaming.

Until I started hearing odd sounds that didn't fit into whatever I was dreaming about. It caught my attention enough to wake me up. I remember lying there, staring at the roof, and just listening. The sound was consistent, but not quite rhythmic. I figured it was probably just a deer or something similar walking through the cornfields, so I tried to go back to sleep. That is when I was startled by a weird groaning sound. It didn't sound right.

It certainly didn't sound like something from a human either. Maybe whatever was walking around. out there was injured. I continued to listen, and after a thud, there was one more groan than the rustling continued. Now paying more attention to the sound, it sounded like something was being dragged, like something heavy was being pulled along the ground. But this is where my stupidity kicked in. I got too curious.

I still didn't know what was making that groaning sound, and even though I was leaning towards an animal, I wanted to check it out, and maybe see if somebody needed help. It was a long shot, sure, being in the middle of nowhere, but I was going to feel bad if I just left someone like that. I sat up in my truck and looked around to see if I might see something, but no dice. So I grabbed the flashlight in my glove compartment. I was trying to conserve my phone battery since I couldn't charge it overnight. Then I got out to look around.

I scanned the cornfields with my flashlight, and finally I spotted a patch in the corn, on the passenger side of my car, that was moving. I could see the stalk swaying from the top. I didn't scare easily, and still being curious, I walked toward the patch. Now, I've never walked through a cornfield before, so I wasn't expecting it to be as dense as it was. I could barely make out the line in front of me. The leaves kept catching on my clothes, and the stocks didn't have much give to them. I almost turned around just because of how difficult it was, not to mention I was technically trespassing. But then I came across a small patch that was broken or stepped over.

I may not know much about farming, but I had a feeling that this was not intentional. When I approached the broken patch, I noticed from there that there was a trail being made to the left, leaving behind more broken trails. I followed it, keeping my flashlight pointed to the ground. The more I walked, the more I started hearing new sounds, the sound of crunching. But the crunching was wet and messy, almost like someone chewing on something crunchy with their mouth open. It made me more curious, but I was also starting to become on edge. This was making me feel like this was less likely a human, but

for some reason I just kept going. Finally, I was able to make out a dark lump toward the ground that was moving. It was clearly something, but I couldn't tell what it was. It looked like it partially had its back to me, but it was big, based on how broad its back and shoulders were, bigger than a coyote or a dog in the wrong shape for a deer. Maybe even the size of a bear. But I don't think there are bears roaming around. around in Kansas cornfields.

Its movements were strange, kind of jerky, but also precise. From what I could see, it appeared to be positioned over another animal that was lying motionless on the ground. That's when the creature stood up, and I noticed that the look of it was just all wrong. It had really thin legs compared to its large body, and it seemed kind of crooked. It had two bend points, but also appeared both. It didn't look possible that this thing should be able to walk. That's when I noticed the sound that I was hearing.

The creature leaned over the animal on the ground, and ripped a part of it off and then started gnawing. It ripped off its limb with its own hands. The sound, and witnessing that caused me to gag, which unfortunately was audible. The creature stopped and looked back at me. It stayed completely still as we both stared at it, at each other. I then pointed the flashlight at it, because it already knew I was there anyway, and I could make out the face a little more. It had a long snout like that of a dog or a bear,

but its face only had small patches of fur, like it was balding. The eyes just appeared as an endless black hole. Something told me that I needed to get the hell out of there. I don't know why it didn't lunge at me already, but I took it as my chance to get away. way. I ran back the way I came from, following that same path, and I even passed it. I was too freaked out to pay attention until I told myself that I needed to just get back to my car, not keep running. I turned to the right and ran out of the field, realizing I had actually passed where my car was. I ran back to the car, thankful that I left the keys in the ignition and immediately started it. I locked the doors and rolled the windows up at the same time.

and then just gunned it down the road. That was enough excitement for me to keep going for, I think, what was another 70 miles, until I got to the closest thing to a city as I could. I stopped in the parking lot of a gas station, and I tried really hard to compose myself. I was a grown-ass man, and I had never been so scared in my life. Something about that thing was not right.

I have no idea what it was, but I know that it was nothing good. I freaked myself out even more when I thought about just how isolated I was at that moment. I was stopped somewhere on some highway in someone's cornfield, essentially, and I had just discovered something I had never experienced or seen before. I have no doubts that thing could have killed me, but for some reason all it did was stare at me. If it would have done something, I'm not sure that anyone would have ever

have even found my body. I didn't give my girlfriend my exact location when I text her. I ended up telling her about it the next morning, and she also agreed that it seemed very strange and unnatural. Together, we had no idea what it could have been. I did stop once more to sleep when I got to Utah, but that time I slept in a Walmart parking lot,

nowhere near the middle of nowhere Kansas, and nowhere near those creepy corn stalks. And now that I'm living comfortably in Oregon, I think I'll just fly back so I can avoid Kansas altogether. Hello, Raven. So this is a paranormal story, I guess. It's really hard to figure out where this one belongs, actually. It's just odd in its own category kind of way,

so feel free to put it where you think it's best. Okay. This happened the summer between my season. seventh and eighth grades of school, so it was a while ago. And though I'm a full-on-grown adult now, I remember it like it was yesterday and have thought about it on at least a weekly basis since. I've thought about it with the same perplexing feeling I had when it occurred. I admit that it bothers me like an itch I can never scratch. To set it up first, I grew up in a mountainous rural area. We rode a bus down on a dirt road,

to our small-town school kind of rural experience. Anyway, our house was located near a state park, not that far from a national park, with neighbors that were far and few in between. My little sister and I shared a one-room basement bedroom with one window that was sealed shut. She's five years younger than I am, so we didn't really play together like siblings of a closer age would,

but we got along for the most part. Our parents' bedroom was upstairs on the main floor. This incident occurred on a beautiful, lazy summer morning. I woke up a bit later than my sister, who I'll call Susan. I climbed out of bed, and for no reason at all, I felt compelled to put my left arms straight up, with my fingers pointing to the sky. I didn't think about it, I simply did it, like it was just normal.

I went up the stairs, arms straight up the whole time, to see what there was for breakfast. As soon as my no-nonsense mother saw what I was doing, she began yelling at me for trying to irritate her, along with Susan, who came upstairs doing the same thing. She accused me of conspiring with Susan to purposefully irritate her. I knew better than to talk back, so I just dutifully lowered my arm

and remained sitting there in confusion. All I remember feeling while I was being yelled at was complete and absolute one. I wondered why I had held my arm up. I wondered why I held my arm up without questioning myself about it. I wondered why Susan had done the same thing. I wondered how Susan and I could have had this synchronistic oddball behavior as though it was planned.

And no, there had been no conspiracy to mess with our mother, let alone a discussion between us. After our mother finished yelling, and after I had eaten, it was all situation normal. on with enjoying the summer day by myself in the woods outside. There were trees and wildflowers and a stream to stare at. I had things to do. And strange is the fact that I never talked to Susan about it.

Not a word. Until we were grown. She doesn't remember holding her arm up. But then I was the one that really got under our mom's skin being the second one to irritate her that morning. So I'm thinking her. after the fact experience was less memorable, being less dramatic than mine. When I talk to Susan about it these days, I try to jog her memory to no avail. She thinks the whole incident is absolutely hilarious.

Regardless, what the hell was that about? No one could have entered our room through the sealed shut window to suggest behavior to us while we slept. Were we some kind of experiment by aliens? Were we some kind of mind control experiment by some other who knows what or who? Was our isolated location the perfect place to do such a covert, albeit ridiculous kind of thing? Why would two girls be suitable subjects for experimentation? Could one of us have talked during a dream the crazy instructions to the other and the night strong enough to cause this? Well, whatever it was, it was a big fail due to our explosive mother.

I know it seems trivial, two girls holding their arms straight up in the air on the same day. Hardly the stuff of an X-Files episode, huh? Still, it's just odd enough that it continues to baffle me. I don't know. Maybe Susan is right, and the whole incident really is just hilarious. One last detail that may or may not be related. That house burned down soon after. That's the hour dojo. Pre-a-Jew!

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I can honestly say that I've lived a pretty wild and weird life, and I'm grateful for all of it. Good and bad. because it's made me who I am. I've always had that friendly kind of energy, where people seem to automatically know when they meet me that they can tell me things they wouldn't normally share, that I won't judge because I'm obviously pretty weird, and I believe we should embrace that.

So I've heard my share of strange tales, often from strangers or new acquaintances, and I've shared many of my bizarre experiences with them. I don't offer this information to people if I don't think they'll believe me. I have no reason to lie and who would make stuff like this up anyway. I'm not that creative. I like to think that most of your listeners are believers, or at least want, to believe. I myself am 100% a believer in the paranormal.

I've seen spirits, UFOs, demons, and possessions, and all manners of unexplainable crazy in my life, but I'm also the first one to be a skeptic. Just because these things do exist doesn't mean every odd thing we encounter is related to the paranormal. I think a lot of people are bored and want to believe. And so they grab onto things that appear strange

to make themselves feel like they're part of that unseen world. Ideally, anyone who wants to have paranormal experiences would get the chance. And everyone who fears them should be left alone. but I guess it's not up to us. Anyway, I honestly don't care if people believe my stories or not. If it didn't happen to them, maybe it wasn't for them. I was there. I know what I know.

Okay, enough with the preamble. So this first thing happened 30 years ago. Like exactly 30 years ago now that I think about it. When I was a teenager. But it's still surprisingly fresh in my mind because I think about it often. and have shared this with many people over the years. It's definitely one of my favorite unexplained experiences. I was living in San Francisco at the time,

since I was a teen, everything was new and exciting, and the 90s were awesome. Too bad I didn't know to appreciate it more back then. I really enjoyed meeting new people, having deep meaningful conversations with strangers, showing off my intelligence and intellect. I've always been told that I had a depth and maturity that was unusual for my age, proof of my old soul, perhaps,

and I loved learning about life from people who had really lived. I had discovered that my favorite people to talk to, the people with the best stories and possessing surprising depth and intellect of their own, were the homeless men and women around the Bay Area. Disclamor, I should probably add that I'm not suggesting that young people go out and make friends with the first person they see pushing a shopping cart full of cans just for entertainment. I was rarely alone, and this was a very different time with very different people. And yes, I put myself in very dangerous situations, and sometimes bad things did happen to me because

of it. I was generally liked and looked after by these people, but I have also always been blessed with divine protection. So, I'm not recommending anyone do what I did. I'm just stating the facts. Please be safe out there in the world. Anyway, moving on. I had spent the day hanging out with a group of people in Golden Gate Park. I had met a fascinating and brilliant man who had been a tenured college professor before his life took a turn for the worst.

He had spent hours explaining his theory that the Bible was all about aliens. Truly, one of my biggest regrets in life is that I didn't have recording equipment for this conversation. That guy definitely should have written a book. I know it sounds crazy, but the only thing that was insane is how accurately he could quote the Bible, and the way he could perfectly explain how every single verse could be reinterpreted to prove that it was all about alien involvement in early mankind. This is unrelated to the story, I just always thought it was cool. So, we're sitting at a picnic table, and the sun is starting to go down.

The group has dispersed over time. I guess the alien Bible was a tired subject around here to everyone but me. The professor sees someone he knows at the edge of the picnic area that we're sitting at, and he excuses himself for a moment. I sit chain smoking as the minute stretches on and eventually realize that I'm completely alone, and the sun is going down fast. I will freely admit to anyone that I have absolutely no sense of direction. I still don't now.

at 45, and I certainly didn't when I was 15. I had recently gotten hopelessly lost in a massive abandoned office building that some friends had broken into and then inadvertently abandoned me in. I didn't want to go through that nightmare again. I started walking through the park, but quickly started to panic. As I realized, I had no idea where I was or how to get back to the part of the city I was familiar with. It was full dark when I saw an older guy clear

homeless and clearly not lost, and looking vaguely familiar enough to approach, sitting against a light pole drinking out of a paper bag. I told him I had gotten lost and asked if he could please show me the way back to the area that I knew. He obviously wanted to just chill and drink, but he agreed and started walking ahead of me. We made small talk. He was an okay guy, but it was pretty obvious he was kind of in a hurry to be done with me and get back to his spot.

I don't remember much about the layout of the park, but at one point we came out into a large, open, grassy field. There must have been lights around the edge of the field because I could see that there was something weird toward the middle of the field, kind of shimmering. I remember being like, what the hell is that? And making a beeline towards the area.

As I got closer, I saw there appeared to be a bit more, a huge mass of buzzing something. I laughed and said, What are those? Bugs? It sounded more like a humming than a buzzing, but it instantly reminded me of something I had seen the year before. I had discovered meditation when I was 14 years old.

I was studying different religions at the time. I had family with various beliefs, so I had opportunities to visit different churches, synagogues, mosques, temples, trying to find something that felt right. My parents were spiritual, but didn't believe children should be forced into anything, so I had free will in that respect.

One day I had gone to the park near my house to meditate next to my favorite old tree. It looked like some sort of weeping willow. After a while, the noise of the park got too distracting. In addition to the sounds of people talking and kids playing, there had been an increasingly loud buzzing near me. I was afraid of bees at the time, so I pulled myself out of the meditative state and looked around trying to locate the buzzing, afraid I was about to get stung.

What I found blew my mind. Less than a foot above my head, there was a perfect sphere, about the size of a basketball, of flying insects. I remember gasping, Whoa, cool. They were buzzing around in circles, seemingly trapped in this perfect orb right over my head, but within seconds of my returning to the Theta state,

they all scattered, flying different directions, and even appearing to crash into each other as if they too had been in a trance. I immediately looked around me to see if anyone else had witnessed this phenomenon, but no. I had done a good job of choosing a private area, So, now standing there in this large, open, grassy field in Golden Gate Park, trying to make sense of this huge buzzing cloud, that ball of bugs came to mind.

But as I got closer, I realized it wasn't a cloud of buzzing, and it wasn't insects at all. What I saw made my jaw drop. There's only one word I have ever been able to come up with to describe what I saw. pods. Pods. Pods of pure energy. Humming, electric, pulsing, pure energy. They were floating a couple of feet off the ground, and were maybe four or five feet tall. I put my hand up to touch one, and I could feel the humming vibration, like static electricity. I tried to warp both of my arms around one, like a hug, but my hand didn't touch, so it must have been more than two feet in diameter.

It didn't hurt. It wasn't like electrocuting, just this benign kind of humming. There were maybe 30, I don't know, I wish I could remember the group better. The way I recall, they were in a uniform line. Maybe five rows of six with around two feet between them, but I could easily be off.

I know I was able to walk between the pods without touching them, but when I did suddenly I became afraid of disturbing them. I felt like they needed peace, like they needed to be protected. And I didn't want to harm whatever this was. The whole time I'm looking at this field of pods

in absolute awe. A drunk dude is fidgeting impatiently nearby looking mildly annoyed and confused. I must have looked crazy because he didn't see anything. At least he said. said he didn't. I remember I kept talking to him, prodding. You really don't see this? Are you messing with me? What is this? But he denied it. He just wanted to go and kept getting farther away from me until I realized he was going to leave me if I didn't hurry. So I started running after him.

But I kept looking back to see if the pods would disappear, like a hallucination. They didn't. I was still able to see them until I was completely out of view of the field. Following the dude out, naturally I kept trying to talk about it. I remember having to run to catch up, but also it seemed like he was walking faster and faster. Like he just wanted to be rid of me. We got to a clearing that I recognized and I tried to thank him, but he just kept going, eager to get back to his chill spot so he could enjoy his drink. It was so frustrating having another witness right there that turned out to be so useless.

I couldn't wait to talk to someone I knew about this. But strangely, that didn't go the way I expected. When I went back to the park during the day, I tried to tell people what I had seen. Thought maybe I would even find someone else who had seen this before, but people kept brushing me off, like they didn't want to hear about it. I don't remember specifics about these conversations, mostly just the frustration, except for one. There was an older woman called Mama Cat. She was like the matriarch of the street family and had been living in or around Golden Gate Park for decades.

Surely she would appreciate my experience. She might even know something. I started telling her about the energy pods, and I remember her cutting me off saying something like, we don't talk about that. I thought she misunderstood. Or maybe she was talking to someone else, so I kept going. And she very forcibly stopped me with a hand in my face and told me to shut up. That if I kept talking about that, she would have me 86th, banned, from the park.

So, instead of shedding light on my experience, this just made the whole thing even more mysterious. I did tell people about it, but never park people. As far as I can recall, I was never brought that deep into the park again. I have since looked up a map, and I know that Golden Gate Park is over a thousand acres across, and I have absolutely no idea where in the park this might have occurred. The internet was brand new back then, way before Reddit or anything like that, and it never occurred to me until now to post about it. I'm curious to see if anyone comments or posts about a similar experience,

either elsewhere or in the same location. I like to think that after 30 years this big secret, if there really was one, would be less guarded. But sadly, I've listened to enough paranormal tales and glitch stories to know that this is probably just another one of those mysteries that we will never see solved. Any time I hear the term middle of nowhere, the absolute first thing that comes to mind is Skinwalker Ranch.

This 5-12-acre plot of land in Hintockouty, Utah, has no shortage of stories surrounding the very remote and mysterious, quote, ranch. It has been dubbed a hotbed of UFO activity, bizarre crypted creatures or aliens, whichever you want to label some of them. It's also known for the strange livestock mutilations that occur fairly frequently, if some of the accounts are true. There are also no ends to the conspiracy theories regarding Skinwalker Ranch

and ties to the U.S. government, and most specifically the military. Regardless of what you believe or don't believe, just the sheer amount of lore around Skinwalker Ranch has to have you asking some questions, about just what might be real, and what is just hysteria, paranoia, and intentional misinformation put out for the sole purpose of entertainment and distraction. The place is also known for the History Channel series The Secrets of Skinwalker Ranch, where they investigate the alleged paranormal events that often take place at the Enigmatic Ranch. Multiple owners of the property, including current owner Brandon Fugel of Atamanteum Real Estate,

have spent a lot of time and money investigating the strange occurrences that reportedly happen all over the infamous land. Even the name of the ranch itself is drawn from the ancient lore of the Navajo, and other native peoples, and refers to twisted shaman that can shape-shift and possess the bodies of animals. Which, in itself, is a topic that we could write up for probably a half-hour video, if we really tried, just because of the amount of material available on the topic. Let's begin by looking at some of the most reported and commonly associated phenomena with Skinwalker Ranch, UFO sightings. I absolutely love the topic of UFOs,

and the thought of other life in the universe does not scare me, it excites me. And to think that they visit us is a truly exciting thing for me. Of course, when most people think of such things, they think of the abduction stories, experiments being performed, etc. In the 1950s, the entire area was dubbed as UFO Alley, and Skinwalker Ranch was known as UFO Ranch because of its 50-year history of sightings. In the 1970s, the UFO reports in Ewingtah County were made public, and this sparked a lot of interest in the ranch. People began coming to investigate all manner of strange phenomena, such as UFO sightings, the livestock mutilations,

and strange creatures with glowing red eyes that were unscathed by bullets when people tried to shoot them. Also, there were reports of invisible devices that were emitting dangerous electromagnetic fields. The earliest reports of the ranch began in 1966, with the tales of a family that had bought the property and then began to experience strange and unsettling things. The ranch's location in Uintaw County is such that it borders the Uintaw and Ure Indian Reservations.

So there is undoubtedly a strong influence of that culture in association with the ranch, especially given its namesake. An investigative journalist, George Knapp, has said that he investigated close to 100 incidents during his time researching the ranch, and trying to understand the bizarre things reported to happen there. Some people believe the UFOs are tied to extraterrestrial life, while others perpetuate that it's an experimental U.S. government aircraft in testing. The truth is possibly that it's a bit of both. But that's my own theory, so believe what you want and don't think I'm trying to convince you. It's Tom saying that, not me, just so you all know.

The livestock mutilations are probably the next most associated thing with Skinwalker Ranch. but not only have the strange mutilations colored the reputation of the ranch, but on the nearby highway that runs through the property, there have been at least 15 fatal accidents on this road, which was something that I found while researching the mutilations. Seriously, if you are interested in this ranch, then do some research of your own on it. You can find some pretty wild things in regards to the ranch that I really don't have the time to go into. With such a long history and such frequent strange occurrences,

it really is it's so an iceberg at the moment. And the things that happen there are so varied, yet if you think about it from the standpoint of UFOs and strange creatures, and the reports of devices emitting electromagnetic fields, then they really are all kinds of connected, or at least possibly so. Beliefs aside, whether you believe in the supernatural or extraterrational,

or extraterrestrial life, there is no denying that Skinwalker Ranch is a bizarre place full of unknown entities and mysteries that may never be solved in our lifetime. And, for the foreseeable future, I think there will never be a time when there is not at least one team that is actively researching the land,

and trying to garner answers to mysteries that are now approaching 100 years old. The land was first owned by Kenneth and Edith Myers from 1934, until 1994. By the time they had sold the property, it had already built a reputation as a strange and eatingmatic place, with UFOs, the bulletproof cryptids,

and the strange electromagnetic fields. I'm not sure if the Myers themselves ever actively investigated the supernatural occurrences personally, but they certainly weren't opposed to letting researchers come onto the land and see what they could learn, or what they might experience for themselves. In 1994, the Sherman's bought the ranch, and the name of the land was officially changed to Sherman Ranch. But they would own the property until 1996, when they sold it to Robert Bigelow, who spent a lot of money and time,

investigating the strange happenings on the infamous ranch. In 2016, Bigelow sold the ranch to the current owner, who seems to have continued Bigelow's research efforts, and trying to solve some of the mysteries that plague the ranch, and have for over 70 years. The place certainly has garnered quite the reputation, and it's curious to think about what it is about this specific area of land, only 512 acres, that makes it so strange, that makes it such a hotbed for supernatural and possibly the extraterrestrial.

Perhaps it's the remote location that attracts the UFOs. The strange electromagnetic fields could be part of tests conducted by the U.S. military, as most would have you believe anyway, or the extraterrestrials that are reported on the ranch, and in the UFOs that make such frequent appearances here. There are a lot of critics of Skinwalker Ranch that say that the reputation it has is completely based on fabricated events. The NID sigh that had monitored the ranch for years and spoken to former owners of the property claimed that no evidence of any supernatural occurrences have been observed

and that the former owners claimed that no supernatural events happened during their time on the ranch, which is a bit odd. Given the earliest stories spoke of the Myers who had bought the land and then had all kinds of strange things begin to happen. So, as with most things, this might be 100% accurate, and there are no paranormal things that have happened. But if that's the case, then why do reports and stories of strange occurrences keep coming up? The southwest part of the U.S. is still a very wild and untamed land, with huge sections that are completely uninhabited by humans. In so many remote spots, and when you leave some.

civilization behind, then absolutely anything can happen to you when you're in the middle of nowhere. For if a place as well-known as Skinwalker Ranch can have strange and deadly phenomena, then how many other remote places could be even worse? This story has to do with an abuser, but it's genuinely funny. I'm a 31-year-old woman, just call me Andy with an eye. This happened in April of 2020 and again in May of 2020. So my ex, Brenton, fake name, didn't believe in ghosts and used to mock the spirits in my apartment, who already didn't like him.

So how do you think that went? Well, it was absolutely hilarious, and it's good to know that those ghosts had my back. The first time this happened, I was trying to get into my room. Brenton said, You're absolutely insane for believing in ghosts. They're not real. And I said, Yes, they are.

At least, to me. Now, please move out of the way. Brenton snarkily said, Or what, you can't even do anything, as he poked me hard on the bony part of my upper chest. I was trying so hard not to lose my crap in that moment. I tried to cover my chest, and he grabbed my hand and threw it out of the way

and poked me in the chest harder, making sure to say, it's not abuse, I'm not hitting you, I'm poking you. He then mentioned how he could easily break my bones if he wanted to, and how if I pushed him, he'd call the cops because that's abuse, which is pretty ironic, I guess. Suddenly, I heard a thunk coming from behind Brenton in my room, and he screamed, what was that? Running out of my door. I said, don't disrespect the ghosts, and I slammed my door in his face and locked it. I noticed that one of my manga was laying on the floor pretty close to where he was standing.

My mango was on a shelf by my bed on the other side of the room. I was a little startled, but was also relieved. The second time it happened, Brenton and I were lying on my bed in my room, and he was going on about how obsessed with Harlequin he was. And I was just like, uh-huh, because I didn't really care about his crush on Harley, and he was literally just degrading my physical looks a few moments before. He then suddenly brought up how stupid ghosts were, and he mentioned how they're not scary.

I looked at him like he was stupid and said, Are you stupid? They threw a book at you. He mentioned that there was no way it was a ghost, and that the fan must have had something to do with the reason my manga yeeded directly at him from across the room, the fan that wasn't even on. I started getting upset and saying that he should,

shouldn't disrespect them. And he was like, what are they going to do? They're not even real. In that moment, I heard a nearby empty bottle being yeated across the bathroom. You know how a nearly empty shampoo bottle sounds when it's thrown? Yeah, exactly like that. He looked up and said, what was that? And I said that it was obvious.

It was the ghost telling him to shut up. He then said ghosts weren't real, again, after the bottle yeated across the bathroom. There are no windows or strong fans in my bathroom. I also couldn't find the bottle that was thrown after I went in the bathroom later. There's no convincing some people, even when proof is literally thrown at them. Hello, Raven, as they say, long-time listener, but first time sending in a story. I'm from Brazil, and I love the paranormal and glitch stories. My story actually happened to my father-in-law, and I'm not sure if I'm not sure if you're

it was a glitch or something paranormal, but he thinks it was paranormal, so I'm tagging it as such. To the story. About 30 years ago, my father-in-law, who I'm going to call Mark, was involved in two car accidents on two consecutive days. In the first accident, he was alone in the car going from one city to another, through a road that ran along a hill. It was a rainy day, but he absolutely had to go because it was for work. he was going to get some materials for his small business.

So, while going through that road, he lost control of his pickup, and luckily managed to get it to the side of the road that was not a hill, saving himself but wrecking the pickup. The next day, Mark, his father and his father-in-law went down that same road, now to go to a junkyard to look for some parts for the wrecked pickup, so the mechanic could work on it. It was also a rainy day, and this time Mark's father-in-law was driving a different car, and again they lost control of the vehicle.

From the other direction, there was a truck coming, and as they lost control, the car smashed into it. If it wasn't for the truck, they would have went down the hill and probably died. This time, Mark cut his head in the accident. His dad broke some ribs, and his father-in-law broke a leg. Pretty bad accident. At that time in our city, there were no public services like firemen to respond to car accidents. No cell phones either to call for them.

So the first thing Mark did was to get out of the car, even injured. As he gets out, a man in a black raincroat approached him, saying, You were in a car accidents yesterday, too, right? Mark says yes. And the man says, yeah. They want to kill you, but... But they won't manage to do it. Here, have this.

And he gave Mark a wooden crucifix. Mark says that after accepting the crucifix, he got distracted, due to his injuries, I guess, and when he noticed, the man was gone. On that day, he believed that he encountered his protector, and kept the crucifix with him for 20 years. Sadly, after 20 years, he lost it, but he thinks that it was because someone else,

else was in more need of the crucifix than he was. That's it, Raven, and much love from Brazil. Since I discovered cameras and how to use them, I have always wanted to be a photographer. I would take photos of anything I could. People, animals, cars, nature, anything I found cool or worthy of capture. This led me to my career now as an adult, as a freelance photographer. I do a part-time job to help pay some of the bills, as I'm not as big-named as the others,

but this still gives me the opportunity to take photos for myself and others, and I love it. In 2009, I started getting more into photographing abandoned places. With the housing crash in 2008, I found a lot of abandoned homes, and, yes, I let myself in to capture some of them. It was kind of eerie how some of them were completely cleaned out, like the owners expected,

and the others that seemed to barely take anything. It actually won me an award for a local contest that I entered, so around this time I was looking for other abandoned places that weren't houses, and I found some factories and an old commercial building. But this story is actually about an old radio tower in rural Nevada, that I found on a forum. I had been looking on several Urbex forums for good places to check out. Those guys are great to follow because they typically know the ins and outs of abandoned places,

which ones are okay to access, and which ones to watch out for, because they have trespassing signs posted. This radio tower, however, had nothing posted either way, saying you could not enter or if it was open to the public to see. Someone said they had been there as a recommendation, but didn't stay long because it gave them some weird vibes. That's also something you heard about. I wasn't planning on doing much other than taking some photos, and I was itching for a mini getaway, so I made some plans to check it out. I had fixed days off on Sunday and Monday, and I made my plans around those days, and because I was expecting it to be a little over six hours to drive for them,

there, stay in a hotel nearby, and then drive back home, I didn't tell anyone about it. The drive there was fine, no issues, and it was nice and cool, cooler than I was expecting. But the last five or so miles to the radio tower were gravel and rough, and I cringed every time I heard a clunk of rock hitting my car. The further I went down those roads, the more and more alone I felt. No one was around, and the dirt road was off one of the highway exits that was probably only used by folks that lived in the area. The only thing within my sight were old, dead bushes and sagebrush sprinkled around. It only made me a little regretful when I noticed that my cell service was going in and out.

However, once I saw the radio tower in the distance and got closer to it, the better I was feeling about the whole thing. The tower was still standing strong. About 300 feet tall, I would guess, with a small concrete base. All of it looked weathered and covered in decades-old graffiti. I walked around it to see my options, and then spent a couple of hours shooting the exterior. I was trying to take a lot of good shots, but also not to take too long because I wanted to try to get inside while there was still light.

I didn't intend on stopping at it the next day, and was planning on just heading straight home from the hotel. But it was probably around 4 p.m. when I got there, so I had to hurry. The main door was shut and not budging. I'm not sure if it was locked or just rusted shut or something, but there was a broken window that I could fit in. I assumed that was how the others were doing it too. I called out to see if anyone was in there, and when I didn't get a response, I climbed through. The inside was about what I expected,

stripped equipment racks, some trash strewn about on the ground, and some old office furniture. I was taking photos of the worn-out furniture and the control panel when I heard what sounded like tires on gravel coming from outside. I wanted to believe that it was just another explorer

coming to check the place out, since the tower was starting to get more traction on the forum, but I also had to consider that it was just someone from the area, or maybe even the owner of the property. They could join me, or they could tell me to leave, which was understandable. I was planning on leaving soon anyways.

I looked out the window that I had come in through and saw a rusted-out truck now parked next to my little car. I watched an older man get out. He looked like he was probably in his late 60s. He looked bald. but he was also wearing a baseball cap, and he had a pretty wiry-looking goatee going on. I watched as he walked around my car and looked through the windows.

He then put his hand on the hood of my car, maybe to feel if it was still warm, and then he started walking toward the tower. I thought it was best to go ahead and just leave, give a friendly smile, explain what I was doing, and be on my way. I've only been confronted a few times on these adventures, and they've only ever told me the same and nothing else ever came of it. In fact, one of the cops that stopped me actually asked about my job

and showed interest in the photos, which was pretty cool. So I was kind of expecting a similar interaction here. I would have much pervert that, too. I started climbing through the window as I watched him kneel and feel on the underside of my car. That one, I was unsure of what he was doing. I climbed out with a small thump as I landed on the ground that the man heard. He turned and looked at me and slowly stood up, dusting his knees off. He greeted me with a nod and a hello.

His voice was surprisingly softer than his rugged appearance. I smiled back and said hello while holding up my camera. I explained how I was just taking some pictures of it and commented how cool it looked out there in the middle of nowhere. He nodded and said that most people don't even know this place exists. I agreed and said that I didn't even know about it until I read online on a forum. Apparently this was the wrong thing to say. He shook his head and said, no, you didn't.

Claiming there was nothing online about this place for a reason. I had no reason to lie about how I found this place, especially since he didn't even ask me how I knew. I offered that information voluntarily. I just told him that that was strange because it was definitely on a forum about Urbex, so maybe I got lucky and found the only page about it. Then he made a comment about it all being awfully convenient

that I would show up here on this specific day, and I had no idea what he was talking about. I shrugged, not having the slightest clue. He started talking about how every year, Here on that day there was some kind of signal that he would pick up that was coming from the tower. At first he was vague, explaining that it would come in staticky, but that he would make out certain words. He didn't tell me what those words were, but he said it listed off six, and then he could hear a beep, and the words would start again. At first I thought this was really interesting, and I'm sure it showed on my face, too.

I told him that the forum didn't mention any signals that anyone picked up, so that was interesting to know. But once again, he looked at me like he didn't believe me, and then asked if I was sent here to finally put an end to it. Once again, I told him I had no idea what he was talking about, and that I was only there to take some photos, literally holding up my camera. He got more aggressive at this point and said that he knew those words

had to be some kind of password or code to something. something, and then he demanded that I'd tell him what they meant. He went on about how his grandfather used to work at the tower, and how he just went missing one day after leaving for work and was never seen again. I had no idea what to say at this point. This guy was going on about some secret radio code, a missing grandfather, and then he was claiming that I must be in on all of this because I was there on the day that it was broadcasting. and to be honest, I thought that was the end of me.

I was in the middle of Nevada. I didn't have a clue about the area around me, and no one knew that I had even left the state. I started worrying that he was about to kidnap me, thinking I had something to do with someone missing when I wasn't even born around the time he had disappeared. I waited for him to take a breath, and then I cut in. Wow, I'm so sorry to hear about your grandfather.

that's crazy. I mentioned how I could add that to the forum to see if anyone else had any information about it, and that way I could pass along the information to him if he wanted, but said that I needed to get back to my hotel where my friends were waiting for me. I lied, hoping that maybe knowing people were expecting me that he wouldn't do anything.

It was worth a shot. He walked in front of me, blocking me from my car, and demanded that I once again tell him, the truth as to why I was there on that specific day, and what I knew about the code. I told him I didn't know what he was talking about, and that he was freaking me out, and he needed to let me leave. He started me for several seconds, and I pulled my keys out, ready to use them as a weapon if need be. Finally, he stepped slightly to the side, and I wasted no time running past him into my driver's side door.

I unlocked the door manually, not wanting him to have the chance to possibly open my passenger door. I then shut my door, locking it immediately, and started my car. He had turned around to face me as I put my car in drive, and then shouted something that I couldn't make out because my music was playing. The path out of there was a straight shot, so I watched him in my rear view the whole way out of there. He stood there for a few moments, then walked back to him. his truck and got in.

That is when I started to panic again. I was worried that he would try to follow me, and God knows what he would have been willing to try behind the wheel. I sped up, going way too fast, but I wanted to get as much

distance as possible between us. Once back on a paved road, I quickly went back the way that I came, hit the highway, and kept going for another hour. Thankfully, I didn't see his truck at all. Maybe he didn't see where I went, or maybe he just realized it wasn't worth it. I finally calmed down when I found a nice hotel and got a room with the window, giving me a perfect view of my car.

I checked the window multiple times before I finally went to sleep. I called my friend that night, telling her what happened, and she scolded me for not telling anyone, and she was right. I certainly learned my lesson with that one. She told me to tell her when I left the next morning and to give her updates when I stopped, so she knew that I was okay, and I did. Thankfully, there were no other incidents, and the drive home went fine.

Once I returned, I made an account on that forum and updated them with my experience. If others were going to check it out, I wanted to not only warn them to be safe, but to tell them to probably not go alone. especially if you were a young woman like myself. They all seemed to appreciate the update, but no one said they had run into the guys,

so I guess I just happened to show up on the right day, or maybe the worst day. Either way, I got some cool photos of the place, an experience that I will never forget, as well as a life lesson. I still go to some places alone, but not nearly as often. And I always let someone know my exact locations because you just don't know a person's intentions.

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