As The Raven Dreams Podcast - "Open Your Eyes" By Raven Adams | ATRD Creepypasta/Horror Fiction

Episode Date: October 4, 2025

Today we have a short Creepypasta/Horror Fiction story written by yours truly. I mentioned doing these OCCASIONALLY on my recent update, and this is a good one to start with. I wrote this back in September of 2022, and it was inspired by night time panic attacks/anxiety- those nights where you lie awake with your eyes closed and your brain moving a million miles a minute... No Midroll Ads in this one, figured it was too short. 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 on supports it! ----- 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. None of my audio is AI Generated, I am a real person reading real stories into a real microphone. #ScaryStories #UnexplainedMysteries #Creepypasta Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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If I just open my eyes, I know that everything will be back to normal. There will be nothing out of the ordinary in the room. Everything will be as it should be, and I'll have no reason. reason for me to feel fear whatsoever. In fact, I'll probably just laugh at myself when I realized that everything was in my head, and I was upset for no reason whatsoever.

I'll pull my eyelids open, and the only thing I'll see in front of me is an empty space, filled with the darkness of the night, and some furniture. I'll see the ceiling, complete with various dust and cobwebs that line the corners. then I'll see the ceiling fan spinning slowly on its lowest setting. If I look over, I'll simply see my wife sleeping comfortably. Perhaps I'll see the cat on the window sill looking out at the night, and the lights of a few cars as they reflect off the glass pane. But I know that there will be nothing else, right?

There will only be the normal motions of the night and nothing else. I have to tell myself that there will be nothing else. In fact, that crashing noise that I thought I heard a few minutes ago, it was simply in my mind. Nothing more than a byproduct of an overactive imagination and probably eating some spicy foods too late in the evening. A nightmare that, in the end, will mean so very little to my life. I may remember it in the morning for a few minutes.

And maybe it'll cause me a bit of anxiety, but I'll laugh it off and it'll turn out to be irrelevant in the long run. The same goes for that stepping sound, I thought I heard. Those heavy thuds that seemed to echo throughout the hallway immediately after the crashing noise. They were nothing at all. They may have sounded like they were coming from the feet of a very large and hungry creatures. but it was just my brain making things up as it went along. It's hilarious how we can scare ourselves with our own imaginations, huh? And then, when I heard the shrieking and hissing of my angry cat,

I would think he was most likely just being the guardian of the house that he pretends to be. There must have been something outside the sliding glass window that made him angry. He's always been one to jump at shadows. More likely there was another cat, a feral one that likes to roam the neighborhood, right? He had just walked up to the back porch and caught his eye. So he felt the need to make as much aggressive sound as his tiny frame would allow. He just wants to protect his domain and his family, and I can commend him for that. Maybe in the morning I'll give him some extra treats for being such a good cat.

Yeah, yeah, that's what I'll do. The scream that my wife let out a few moments ago, it was certainly nothing. It was nothing more than her waking up from one of her night terrors. It must have been one of the more intense ones, as that scream sounded like she was in pain. And she screamed more than once. Really, though, it's not the first time that she's had these overwhelming nightmares.

Heck, last week alone, she awoke twice in the middle of the night. to them. Of course, those were more like gasps than screams. But that just tells me that they are, in fact, getting worse. I've informed her that she needs to see her doctor and maybe get a sleep aid, just something to help her calm her mind through the night, but she still hasn't made that appointment. I suppose I'll have to have that conversation with her again in the morning and just hope that she listens to me this time. She must have been struggling to get back to sleep after she woke up, because I'm thinking that she must have turned on the TV to occupy her mind.

I'm normally fine with this, but I wish that she wouldn't choose to watch whatever gory horror movie was playing at the time, and I need to talk to her about what volume is acceptable when others are trying to sleep. That bone-crunching sound Followed by the sound of tearing flesh and entrails It was incredibly disturbing And I cannot imagine that paying such close attention to something That violent in the middle of the night would help you with night terrors

In fact, I would think it would have the opposite Just another conversation that we'll have to have, right? There must also be something wrong with the heater It seems like it kicked on, but it's much too warm in here for that. Maybe the thermostat is broken again. Maybe it needs a new battery or something. It has a battery, right? On top of that, the blower motor appears to be failing as the air is coming out in strange,

rhythmic bursts instead of a constant stream. The fact that it almost feels like the warm breath of some sort of large, creature, um, would be concerning if I didn't have a logical explanation. I would say that I also need to clean out the ducts and the vents. It almost smells like a mouse may have nestled up and died somewhere in the system. The scent is incredibly unpleasant, but again, there's a reasonable explanation for it, and it'll just have to wait until morning. I really don't think I should be getting out of bed to fix the problems of the

the house right now in the middle of the night. And then there's this low gurgling sound that almost reminds me of a low growl. Well, I guess I really need to be better about the upkeep of our house. That has to be a pipe that's struggling to push water or something simple like that. Sure, the sound is not usually so deep and not usually so loud. It almost sounds like it's right next to my face. But that's not possible. It has to be that the pipe is in a really bad condition.

That's all. Yeah, that's all. And that slight damp feeling on my face? The pipe must be leaking into the ceiling. That's really not good. I suppose I should be really concerned about the state of things if the drip is coming down through the ceiling and onto my face. The water is also warm, so at least I know which pipe it,

likely is. Yeah, it's just the pipes. Nothing more than that. See, all of it makes sense. It's all rational. The sounds, the screaming, the feelings.

They all have a perfectly logical and reasonable explanation to them. I just had a weird dream. The cat is overly protective. My wife needs to see the doctor about her night terrors and I need to be better about maintaining the upkeep of our home. This is absolutely all that is happening.

It all makes perfect sense, and when I open my eyes, everything will be normal, and there will be nothing to be afraid of. I just need to open my eyes, take a deep breath, and calm down. And I will absolutely, absolutely do so, as soon as I can think of a good, logical explanation for the razor-sharp

claw that is poking at my chest. So that, my friends, was it a short fiction story written by me back in September of 2022, which feels like an absolute eternity ago, even though it was only three years. This story was, if you care, inspired by nighttime anxiety attacks. I haven't had anxiety issues, severe at least, these past few years, which is strange, but it is what it is. But I know there were times where I had really bad anxiety attacks at night, and I would just lay there with my eyes closed and my mind racing over random things. And that's kind of what inspired this. Like, what if there was something actually there kind of thing? If you enjoyed it, please do let me know in the comment section down below.

If you're on Spotify, if you're not on Spotify, you don't have a comment section. but they can always let me know some other way if you so choose. I said I would do some of these occasionally, and I think I plan to just keep at that. They will all be extra episodes. They will not take place of the scary stories that happen every three days, every third day, so story, no, no, yes, kind of thing.

These will end up in the no parts of that, just kind of randomly interspersed here and there, and again, will be clearly marked. All that said, friends, I hope you enjoyed it. Until next time, Remember you are loved, valid and important, and the world is a better place with you in it. And of course, much love and sleep well. Lazzang sur-gillet, puissance-moyane for 15 minutes.

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