As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Scary Stories For Dark Dreams - Vol 34 | ATRD Podcast

Episode Date: May 11, 2025

Today we have more than 1.5 hours of true scary stories with a late night ambience. Scary Stories For Dark Dreams is a collection of older stories, remastered and put together in a long form episode. This Collection includes the following stories; Call Center stories from Jan 2024, Paranormal And Crazy Friend stories from Dec 2023. So, turn down the lights, tune in, and let the haunting tales of everyday people take you down that dark and creepy road. Remember, these aren't just stories... these are true experiences that remind us that our world can truly be scarier than fiction. Support the channel for Early Access AND more! Patreon ➤ https://patreon.com/AsTheRavenDreams Check out the Merch Store! ➤ https://teechip.com/stores/astheravendreams Much Love, and Sleep Well... ----- #TrueScaryStories #AsTheRavenDreams #RedditStories ➤ Stories include a content warning for language and sensitive/disturbing content. Viewer discretion is always advised. ➤ ALL Audio of this Podcast are copyright of AS THE RAVEN DREAMS / RAVEN ADAMS and may not be duplicated, in any format, without explicit permission ➤ If you like any of the following stories, consider subscribing! - Dark Web horror stories, creepy lets not meet stories, stalker stories, Glitch In The Matrix Stories, Unexplained Horror stories, Paranormal stories, cryptid encounter stories, Crazy ex lover stories, creepy neighbor stories, quantum immortality, true scary stories from reddit, or any other True horror Stories! ➤ And Remember; You are loved, you are important, and you are valid. Never let anyone tell you otherwise. Ad After First story, no ads after that. Story 1: 00:24 Story 2: 14:34 Story 3: 24:36 Story 4: 31:45 Story 5: 45:10 Story 6: 56:23 Story 7: 1:01: Story 8: 1:04:12 Story 9: 1:13:04 Story 10: 1:16:48 Story 11: 1:30:48 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

If you have a true scary story you'd like to share with the podcast, go to as-the-ravendreams.com and click the button to send it my way. Also, if the platform you're on has the option to rate the podcast or leave a comment, please consider doing so. And as always, thank you. So, this happened to me many years ago. Throughout most of my middle school and my high school years, I had this best friend that I will call Kendra. Kendra and I were pretty inseparable. We did everything together. We were typically at each other's houses,

talking on the phone, chatting on Facebook, always something. As graduation got closer, we started making our life plans, and we knew that we wanted to get a place together. It didn't take us long to find a place and get approved for it. I was going to be attending the university in the next state over, and the drive from our place was only going to be about a 45-minute drive, which wasn't bad. I had actually worked on a project.

It was more like a contest, I feel, but for whatever legal reason they didn't call it a contest, where I won a scholarship to this university. They had a great program that was in the field that I wanted to major, so there was no way that I was passing up the opportunity. Kendra was going to be attending the local community college, which was only about 20 minutes from our place. So, even closer for her. She said that she was just going to start there because she still wasn't quite sure what she wanted to major in. We even both worked at the high-end department store, but at different locations.

When we got our place together, she transferred to the store that I worked at because she claimed that she had some, issues with someone she was working with. It was such a great time in the beginning. It was like we were still in school. Sometimes we rode to work together. We would go grocery shopping together. Or even just hang out at home talking, joking, and gossiping just as we always did. Sometimes we even sat out on our patio and did our homework together, or just complained

about doing it at times. But things started to change. and I would have never expected any of this from Kendra. One of the first red flags was her growing resentment whenever I mentioned plans involving anyone other than her. It would start as just saying that I was going to hang out with someone from uni or someone that I used to work with. She would sound upset, and my initial reaction would be to apologize and ask if she wanted to join. She always declined, and then would say with her. a smile. No, go have fun with your friend. It's fine. But it was pretty obviously a fake happiness

for me. Me, not really knowing how to handle conflict, would just say okay and leave. But it became less fake and more passive remarks. Even when I would bring someone over to hang out with, she was always rude to them, and then even to me, but would apologize immediately after they left. giving some lame excuse about not feeling well or something like that. We got into a small argument when I said that I was going to see my mom and my sister. Ever since I was around 12 or 13, my mom would take one day out of every month and take my sister and I out on a mom-daughter day. My dad did the same thing with my brother.

It was just a time for us to talk about anything and everything, vent, share accomplishment, really whatever we wanted, and I absolutely appreciated it. We kept up with it after I moved out, because I think all of us kind of missed me being around. My sister was still in high school at the time. When I was getting ready to leave, Kendra asked about going with me, and I apologized and told her that this was the one time that I would really decline it, as it was my time with them. She threw a fit.

She accused me of not involving her in anything and forgetting about her. I didn't understand where this was coming from because she knew about this get-together. I didn't really understand why she was so upset. But one of the biggest blows came out when, after I made dinner for us, I said I was going to meet up with a friend from uni to work on a project that was coming up. and once again she made remarks about me being annoying. I didn't know where this came from and asked her what her problem was. She unleashed some pretty hurtful torrents of accusations and belittling of me for my academic choices.

She actually tried to guilt-trip me for choosing to go to uni instead of the community college with her. She said that I was supposed to be willing to go to school with her, since we were, supposed to be best friends. Then, she kept making remarks about being Ms. Perfect, and how I felt like I was better than her because of it. I was pretty upset. She knew how hard I had worked for that scholarship, and how important it was to me. She had even encouraged me to pursue it, so I didn't understand. Why did I have to bend over to attend the same school as her? when she had no drive and no goals in her life. Was I supposed to give up mine?

So those incidents alone caused a pretty big rift in our friendship. We still had good days after that, but it wasn't the same. I felt like I had to tiptoe around things that I would talk about to not set her off. I even told my mom about it, and she said that if she kept this up, then I should consider not renewing the lease with her when it was up. And I sadly had to agree. The next big blow-up would come when I started seeing this guy from my school.

When I would be with him, Kendra would blow up my phone, like a stalker or possessive and jealous partner. I say this because my boyfriend actually thought maybe I was seeing someone else and was hiding it from him. When he finally came over one day and met her, he finally understood. And he believed me when he saw how overbearing she was. She even had the audacity to tell me that she didn't like it when I bought friends over, and that he wasn't allowed to come back.

I can understand not wanting someone over that makes you uncomfortable, and if your name is on the lease, like it was for both of us, I think you have the right to say this. But that's obviously not what this was. He had come over maybe four times. Once to have dinner. Once while he waited for me to get ready. Once to work on homework with me.

And another to just pick me up. He never even stayed there overnight. He was never in the room alone with her. She was obviously, again just mad at me, and was using this as a way to punish me. So, finally, it was my turn to snap, and I told her that she was acting like a jealous X, and that I didn't appreciate her treating me like that. I left and actually stayed with my boyfriend for the weekend.

One of those days I was off, and the other day I did have to work. I cringed at having to see her. However, she never showed up. It was a normal day that she was. worked, so even though I was mad, I was kind of concerned for her. She hadn't messaged me all week, and she wasn't responding to me, so I left early to go home and check on her. Getting home, she was definitely there, but she wouldn't come out of her room.

She yelled at me through the door that she was fine and that she just wasn't ready to talk to me. She sounded okay, so I just went about the day, until I had to leave. for school that evening. I didn't see her again until the next day at work, where she would finally show up. But I wasn't the first one to see her.

A few people that I worked with had made jokes about my twin being here, and when I saw her, I was shocked. She had gorgeous, mid-length, coppery blonde hair. She had cut it into a bob, dyed it black,

and had hot pink bangs. just like mine. It was pretty clearly obvious what she was doing, but yet she was completely chipper and in a really good mood, even when she saw me. Not knowing how to react, she said that she just wanted to try something different. I mean, what do you say to your estranged friend

who is now looking exactly like you? But that same week, she would come home with a nose piercing, than an eyebrow piercing, just like me. I tried to ask her what she was thinking and what she was trying to do, and she acted like she didn't understand the question.

One of the biggest betrayals came after her transformation. I was hanging out with my boyfriend at school when he started looking at his phone confused. I asked him what was going on, and he asked me if I had created a new face. Facebook profile. I told him no, and he showed me a profile that tried to add him as a friend. It was Kendra.

I knew it was. She was obviously trying to copy my profile picture, but you know your friends. This was her, but her name was something different, almost cryptic. I don't remember what it was because it was a weird mix-up of my name. Curious about what her goal was? I told him to add her. He did, and immediately after she started messaging him and flirting with him. She kept saying that she wanted to hook up with him, and as she continued, I was getting angrier and angrier.

So they set up a time that night, and both of us showed up with her. To say that she was surprised to see me there was an understatement. I flew off the handle. I demanded to know what the hell her problem. was why she was doing everything she had done so far, why she was trying to look like me, why was she trying to become me? And in a completely normal, unfazed tone, she mentioned that she thought if she was a little more like me, that I would like her more, or that others would like her and that she would be successful. I did not understand her mentality. We were always outgoing and had many friends

in school. We both hung out with a lot of other girls that all got along with both of us. She was very attractive and dated here and there too. I didn't know why she was doing this. I told her that she was being unreasonable and, to be honest, pretty creepy. So I once again left. I called my mom that night and actually stayed at home. My parents told me it was probably best to go ahead and move out for safety reasons, and that I was welcome to stay with them. They were just as shocked as I was. They adored Kendra, and she was treated like one of their kids. Kendra had a good family, too.

She had two younger siblings, and I knew her parents. They were both always caring and very supportive. I did end up moving out that week. I told the property owner and paid my half of the rent. in the fee for breaking the lease. I wrote a letter to Kendra saying that I was moving out and that her side of the rent was still required,

but that mine had been taken care of. She never called or texted me after that, not even via Facebook or something, so I just thought there goes a lost friendship. However, while she never contacted me by her number or her original Facebook profile,

she had tried to add me as a friend under various names. and I've even gotten calls from random numbers of just breathing. The Facebook profiles are definitely her because she uses the same photos. But while I can't be certain that the phone numbers are all her, it's pretty damning that it didn't start until after I moved out. Like I said, this happened quite some time ago, but I still get random Facebook requests from her,

and she still looks like me. I even changed my hair. And wouldn't you know it, she somehow found out and changed hers too. It's just creepy to me that after so long, she is still out there, watching me, following me around, and she cannot seem to move on.

So, Kendra, in the off chance that you see this, please, please. please move on and just leave me alone. Bevne aboard Vyarai. Embarked and profite. Embarked and relax. Cirotie. Bookine. Oh, so also. And profite. Viaray, the voice that we love that we love. This was probably one of the most terrifying things that has ever happened to me. I work in a call center.

And I actually still work at the same one to this day. So it makes a bit more sense. I will just say that the call center was for a bank in the U.S. I worked on the escalations team, so I took the calls when the customers asked for a supervisor, or if the procedure called for an escalation. So getting complicated and upset customers was pretty normal for me. At the time of this event, I had been working there for about seven years.

and in escalations for three of those, so I was pretty well used to it. I had thick skin, and had probably heard every insult you could imagine, so it never got to me. But this guy was different. It all started with an escalation from who we will call Mr. John Smith. I don't remember his actual name, to be honest. He called in upset because his credit card was being declined. It was being declined because he hadn't made a payment. Just like any other service you pay for, if it's not made by the due date, services can be stopped or shut down.

It's the same way with credit cards. But it's not like it was due on the first and he was being declined on the second. No, he was almost a month behind. This wasn't unexpected. He knew this was bound to happen. I'm probably giving more information than needed, but I feel it adds to why what he did was over-dramatic and unwarranted. He had been late many times, and he'd requested fees to be waived every time, with no reason for being late past, I was late, so sue me, basically. So when he called and wanted to speak to a supervisor because we were declining his card again, and he wanted it fixed and fees waived,

again. It was just another normal customer complaint, and it was going to be business as usual. However, the only way to be able to use the card again is to pay the past due amount, and he didn't want to hear that. After the call was transferred to me, I listened to him yell and go off

about how he felt like we were targeting him. I apologized but told him that the only thing to be done was to make a payment. So he began yelling at me again, calling me names and trying to belittle me. He even threw in some really strange and unrelated political-related insults that I won't type out, but it helps to show that he was a bit unhinged, I guess. I just let him get it out and count down the minutes till he would finally just hang up. And, by the way, if you haven't worked in a call center yet,

you might think that I was just cold and uncaring, but those that have understand my predicament. This wasn't someone who was using it because it's all they had. They weren't not making payments because they couldn't. Without really invading his privacy, I guess, I know, with everything that happened, I still protect their identity, right? But he spent a lot of money every month, and paid it in full almost every month.

So he was just the type that felt that rules didn't apply to him. So, yeah, I may have zoned him out a bit as he yelled, until he finished. And once he finished, I basically explained his options. No more fees would be refunded, and he needed to make a payment to use the card. And that's when the threats started. He started making comments about how he wouldn't act so tough if he was yelling at us in person, and suggested that he do just that instead. Not wanting anyone else to have to deal with this,

if he went to an actual bank, I told him that they wouldn't be able to do anything in person either, which wasn't a lie. They couldn't do anything different. That's when he said, Are you stupid? I know you're not at the bank. You work at the call center at street and road intersection,

right off of Highway 99. Okay, so he knew where the local call center was. We had a couple, and yes, mine was in a neighboring city that he lived in, unfortunately. It wasn't a secret or anything, so I told him that he was correct, but that none of us were customer facing. I still did try to de-escalate the situation, as we were all trained to take threats seriously, so I kept that in the forefront of my mind. I told him that if it would help him calm down, that I could refund the fee, but that I really couldn't do anything about the block.

Only he could fix that with a payment. But that was no longer good enough for him. Oh no, we're past that, he snapped. How about this? I'll just come up there and you can explain why I can't use my credit card to the barrel of my shotgun. And with that, he hung up. So now I have a potentially real threat taking place. I marked myself as a way on my system

and immediately went to my manager to tell them what had just happened. They took it seriously. When we have threats that could be acted upon, we have to report it to the authorities. So we alerted security up front and called the police. They said that they would be there soon to get a statement and to patrol some to see if he showed up. I ended up taking my lunch a little earlier at that time,

knowing that I was going to have to provide information to the cops, and I didn't want to be stuck on a call. After telling my manager and us reporting it, it had probably been about ten minutes, maybe fifteen or so. I took my lunch right after that, and I was probably about ten minutes into it, when I and everyone around me started hearing shouting. I had been eating at my desk on the second floor towards the center of the building,

so I was close to the stairs and the elevators. As I listened to the shouting, I could hear a man and woman yelling. Sir, you can't go through there. We're not going to let you through. Sir, we will call the police. It was the security people. Then we could hear another man shouting back at them, all kinds of expletives. I knew who it was.

I recognized that voice. It was definitely John. And if he had kept true to his word to show up, then he may have a gun with him too. I was immediately freaking out. I didn't even have to tell my manager as I looked over, and they were already pointing to their phone that they held to their face. I was honestly too afraid to go down there or even try to look. I wanted to, but what if he did bring a weapon? We had turnstiles where employees had to swipe their badge in order to get through,

but what was stopping him from just jumping over it, and maybe even shooting security. They did not have guns. I don't know if they had some other method of defense or not, but either way, I was afraid for them. I started making my way to the emergency stairway, which was on the edge of the building, instead of the center ones, thinking that I needed to hide if he got through.

granted, all he knew was my first name, but if he made it this far, all he had to do was walk through the cubicle aisles until he found my name. There were three floors, though, so the odds were in my favor that he wouldn't get that far, but I wasn't willing to take any chances. I stood in that stairway for what felt like a long time, fearing that I would start hearing gunshots, but thankfully I never did. my manager ended up calling me on my cell phone and asked if I was okay and where I was. They told me that the police arrived and everything was okay, so I went back to their desk,

and they told me what happened. When the cops showed up, they had to taste him just to get him down, but they did restrain him. Thankfully, he did not have a weapon on his person. However, they did find a shotgun in his vehicle. This guy was so mad that he was willing to show up here and possibly hurt or kill people because of something that was his fault. It was a crazy thought. We told the police would all had transpired from the moment that he called in,

up to them arriving and the rest was really up to the company if they would press charges. While I don't know if anything like that happened, I do know that we terminated all relationships with him. He wasn't allowed in any of our branches, so then he had to wait even longer to get a check in the mail with his money. And that was by far one of the worst days that I've experienced working here, and thankfully nothing like that has ever happened since. But I do take every threat that I ever hear very seriously. You never know when you might run into that one person that's waiting for that one little thing. to push them over the edge.

My family moved around a lot when I was a child, mainly due to my dad's job. We moved four to five times before I was six years old. My mom wanted some stability for the family, which at this point comprised of her, my dad, myself, and my younger brother. So, in 1994, my old man went and bought an old derelict farm

that was situated in a rural area in the southwest of the UK, a mile from the nearest village and a quarter mile from our neighbors. He purchased it at a property auction and we had no prior viewing, just the pictures on display at the auction house. This place was really old

and comprised of a few large fields and two interconnected yards filled with outbuildings and a derelict house. It had been a working farm in various forms for 500 years or so, and the house itself was 250 years old. We spent a year living elsewhere whilst the renovations took place, but would often go there on weekends to run around and to play. The first day we entered the dusty half-collapsed two-story house, we realized that the previous occupants had left loads of their stuff behind. The house had been vacated 25 to 30 years prior. Everything was dusty, moldy, and falling into pieces.

Some of the highlights were dressing tables, filled with old clothes and makeup. A wall in one room was plastered with rosettes won in equine competitions, and hanging from the banister at the top of the stairs, were a row of small string nooses covered in fur. It's a barbaric but not uncommon way for farmfolk To get rid of unwanted kittens, apparently Now this wasn't paranormal in any way, but Jesus Christ, It was a nerving thing to see in an already creepy-looking house.

It would take far too long to list everything that happened, so I'll list some highlights below before ending with what I consider to be the strangest occurrence. Loud bangs, loud enough to make you think someone had tipped over a wardrobe or something. Footsteps running up and down the long wooden hallway. Cold spots and breezy points throughout the house that changed from day to day. One night my grandparents were house sitting and before they went to bed, they did a quick lock check.

One room at the end of the house was filled with a thick mist. It was a clear night. All the doors and windows were shut, and the mist was exclusive to that room. They noped out of there and stayed at their own place that night. The next day, everything was back to normal. After living there for six months, my mom actually called the village priest in to bless the place.

We weren't a religious family, but she was really at a loss about how to cope with everything. The priest arrived and then proceeded to sprinkle holy water in every room of the house. Once that was done, Mum walked him out to his car, and as soon as they got out of the house, he turned to her and said, There's an incredibly dark presence in this house, and I'm never setting foot here again. I don't know what to suggest.

I'm really sorry. Good luck. And then he got into his car and sped off. He had apparently been fairly neutral during the blessing, but as soon as he got out of the house, he went pale, and his whole demeanor changed. changed instantly. Things got a lot more chill after a medium came around, and told Mum to kind of embrace it, which she did.

There was always this nagging feeling that she were never alone. It didn't feel malevolent. It felt observational, and sometimes sad in a wistful way. It's still very strange. Anyway, the weirdest thing that happened actually occurred during the renovation phase. Dad and his work crew

had removed all of the old possessions from the house and made a huge bonfire in the yard. They burned it over the course of a few days until it was just a steaming pile of ash. The following weekend, my mom took me and my bro over for a picnic

and to run around. We were feral little bastards and we needed it. At one point, Mom sat in a chair not far from the bonfire, and noticed an envelope on the big mound of ash. Despite being in the center of this pile, the envelope had inexplicably not burned up.

Mum could tell that there was something heavier than paper in the envelope when she opened it up, and an amethyst crystal dropped out along with the letter. The date on the letter was sometime in the early 60s, and was written by the childhood sweetheart of a girl who had lived at that house with her parents. It was a letter of condolence to the parents. Turns out, the girl had sadly ended her life in her room when she was around the age of 18. Her ex-boyfriend had heard about it and sent the parents a really sweet letter, expressing his love, grief, and condolences.

He also sent the amethyst crystal as that was the girl's favorite stone. My bedroom had been the girl's room. This was evident from the contents when we first got there. My wardrobe was in the corner by the window looking out over the farm. I could never linger there for too long. The part of the room just felt unpleasant and tense. I've since wondered if that's the spot where the girl took her life. I guess the story of the letter isn't very paranormal,

but the fact that the letter survived the bonfire is wild to me. So, yeah, we lived there for six years or so, and then moved again after my parents split up. The house has changed hands at least twice in the last 20 years. I live about two hours from this place nowadays, and my girlfriend and I are tempted to go visit and see how it's doing. I'm sure the owners would love to be regaled with odd anecdotes about the property. Just to clarify, aside from the weird feeling, and the random bangs and noises, my brother and I were largely unaware of things that happened. We were only told later in life, thank God.

Hey guys, I hope this is the right place for this. I'm a 30-year-old male, and I'd like to start off by saying that I don't really believe in this type of thing, or at least I didn't before. Some people in my family have always thought the paranormal to be real and claimed to have a experiences, but until recently I've always chucked it up to their imaginations. Odd things have happened throughout my life, but I think I've always just shrugged it off, and applied some sort of logic to it. Things like, this house is just really old and makes noise.

But I can't logically come up with the reason as to why certain things are happening anymore. I guess everything started around Thanksgiving. of 2017. After about 25 years in the same house, my family, mom, grandparents, aunt, and I decided to abandon the family home and move out of state. We immediately regretted the decision and quickly moved back to Georgia, into a new three-bedroom home. I took the entire basement as a bedroom, set up a hammock, and settled in quickly. After a few nights in the new place, I stopped having dreams. It seemed like no matter how much rest I got, it was just never enough.

Apparently this was happening to the rest of the family as well, but we never really spoke about it. A few more weeks go by, and then my mother started losing weight out of nowhere. My grandparents' health started to decline, and my aunt began shutting herself in her room. By the end of the first year, my grandma, who only went from her bed to her chair, somehow broke her back from just sitting, but had bruises all over her back. My mom had lost somewhere around 60 pounds. My aunt had pretty much went crazy, and my grandpa grew really irritable. It wasn't much longer after that that my aunt disappeared and got admitted into a

excuse my choice of words Nut House Once she got out She just refused to come back and moved out Around this time I started having nightmares Around October of 2019 Those nightmares got so bad that I hadn't had a full night's rest in several weeks then one night each time I woke up

I felt paralyzed and numb it was like somehow all of my limbs were numb and cold then one night this happened I saw a figure I was a nervous wreck for a few days after that I remember telling one of my co-workers and they told me to sage and prey over the house I remember looking that sort of thing up

to understand the whole point of it it, and I was skeptical, but I did it anyway one night when my family was out. I walked every room of the house, upstairs, and down. I even went into the bathrooms. I burned sage and prayed for what seemed like easily an hour or two. Later that evening, my family came home and were none the wiser. However, that night was different. It was quiet, peaceful.

I remember it so perfectly because I think that was the first time since we moved in that I had managed to sleep comfortably. Unfortunately, the next morning, everyone else in the house had gotten extremely sick. My grandpa and I were the only ones who weren't admitted into the hospital that day. Luckily enough, everyone recovered. And things were fine for a couple of months. Then, before the pandemic, went into full swing, three other family members moved into the house with us, and took over the living room, great-aunt and second cousins. With them came several dogs, who were always playful and calm.

Then, for who knows why, stuff started happening again. Mom started to lose weight again. Grandma and grandpa's health went downhill, and I started having. having nightmares again. The other three family members began to bicker and argue like I had never heard from them, and their dog started barking at all hours of the night. This continued on for months, and the situation just kept getting worse. Everyone was growing irritable and miserable.

Eventually, those extra family members moved out, and I began spending less time at the house, even though we were going through a pandemic. I met my now wife and moved out rather quickly with her. My family stayed in that house, though, and I just visited on the weekends. A few months later, my mom had lost well over 140 pounds, but the doctor said she was healthy. Also, during this time, my grandma's health had gotten so bad that she was admitted into a nursing-slash-physical therapy, facility. She spent about three to four months there before coming home. During that time, I had gotten married, and sadly, a week later, my grandma had passed away. That was in the

beginning of summer in 2021. That left my mom and grandpa in the house. I can't really speak on if they had any weird occurrences between that time and now, because I didn't live there anymore. They never spoke about those kinds of things, and when I visited, I never brought it up or asked questions. I didn't see the point or make any weird connections. That was, until recently. Sadly, my grandpa passed in February of 2023. Since then, my mom has finally moved in with my sister and is taking her time getting her stuff from the house. Well, it's been about three weeks since the funeral, and as of today, I think I'm terrified. I don't know what to think or do other than sit here and draw connections to strange

things that have happened the last few years. Heck, that's why I'm here sharing all this information. Last Thursday, I was driving home from work at roughly 3.10 p.m. I was passing by the old house, my mom was moving out of, and I saw someone I didn't recognize from a distance. The road was maybe a football field away from the house, so it was hard to tell who it was. Once I got home, had dinner, and spent time with my family, I called my mom and asked her what she had moved out that day. Apparently she hadn't been there at all that day, and started freaking out thinking someone was trying to steal from the house.

She, my sister, and some of my sister's friends went up there to check out the place. Later that night, my mom called me back to tell me what had happened. She said that no doors or windows had been broken, but the doggie door cover was ripped off, and the house had some strange nasty cologne-like smell all throughout. While they were there, none of them felt safe, but they searched the house to see if anyone was there, and found no one.

My sister apparently got tired of looking around, so she went into the pantry to find that all of the snacks and drinks were missing. Apparently a huge fuss was made and they thought someone had broken in just to steal food until my sister and her friends heard some strange sounds. Then, eventually, they heard a voice telling them to get out. This scared the crap out of them

and they went outside immediately. They were freaking out and yelling at my mother to get out too, claiming there was a ghost. But my mom didn't hear anything, thought they were being dramatic, and started poking fun at them. She even began talking, cursing, and threatening the quote-unquote ghost all throughout the house to prove a point. I guess this was a bad idea. Something scared my mother so bad that she just kind of shut down and refused to explain. After we got off the phone, I told my wife about it and laughed a little.

I honestly thought that they were just hearing things. But then something happened today. I got off work early, and I went by the old house, alone. I wanted to get some tools that I left in the garage, but I never made it. You see, I pulled into the driveway, got out of the car, and felt something weird. And once I got to a breezeway door, before I could even reach for the doorknob, I felt like how I used to feel in the middle of the night, numb and paralyzed. I also felt empty, like I had been hollowed out. Then I felt a lot of pressure, like I was carrying a really heavy weight.

I got scared, so scared that I started trembling. My first instinct was to get back into my car, so I ran to it and I left. I pulled into a nearby gas station, but by this time I was a nervous wreck. It took me nearly an hour to calm down. Once I did, I went in and got me something to drink and some gas. And for some reason, I got the bright idea to go back. The second time I pulled into the driveway and parked my car, I grabbed my gun out of the glove box and went to go into the house once again.

But it was the same thing all over. But the feeling was so much worse. I couldn't see anything, but something was there. It felt giant and threatening. That presence was so overwhelming, overpowering, and just outright awful. Even with my gun in hand, I turn and ran. back to the car. This time I nearly wrecked on the way out of the driveway. I was headed home, but instead I went to a friend's place. I didn't tell her anything about what was going on,

just that I needed her to come see something with me. I felt like she would understand better than me. The reason I went to her was because she comes from a Haitian family, whose roots run deep. She doesn't practice voodoo, but knows about it and has several family members who swear by it and live that lifestyle. But she's also one of those energy and vibe type people. She knew something was wrong with me, and was worried because I wouldn't explain. But she came with me anyway. As soon as I pulled into the driveway of that old home,

she began to cry and freak out. I hadn't told her anything, and she loved my family, so there was no reason. for her to act that way. She started yelling at me to leave, so I did. As I was driving back to her place, she started yelling at me and punching me in the shoulder over and over. She was angry at me, but eventually she calmed down and we started to talk.

She told me to never bring her back to a place like that again. I asked her what she meant, and she said, a place that has an evil spirit. I asked her a bunch of questions and apologized for dropping her off. I got home maybe three or four hours ago. I originally came online to research stuff, somehow ended up on this forum and just thought I should share. Truth be told, I really hope this is just mine and my family's minds playing tricks on us.

maybe we're just grief-stricken. We might just all be a little crazy. But through all of this, the one thing I know that is real is that terrifying sense of fear that I felt today. And it definitely has my nerves shook. I wanted to share something that, while it didn't directly happen to me, I was involved. And my part was pretty terrible.

I worked in a call center environment, but I typically made outbound calls. My job was to call the customer to confirm an issue they were having with our service, and to schedule an appointment with one of our techs to go out and try to troubleshoot, diagnose, and fix the problem in person. I was basically the last resort. If an escalated tech couldn't figure it out over the phone, or it was determined that something had to be physically done, then it would be sent to me to double-check all of the steps,

then schedule that appointment. Pretty simple, really. Unless it was just requested because the customer refused to do any of the troubleshooting with us. My shift ended at 10 p.m., and we can only do call-outs as late as 8 p.m. the customer's time. So for the last two hours, I helped with the escalations. It was about 10 till 8, so I... I took one more call-out, thinking that I could take my last break afterwards and then move on to the inbound calls, leaving me with less than two hours to go.

This was my normal routine day in and day out, so I was expecting to know where the call would go and how long it would take. Business, as usual. I dialed the number and waited for someone to answer, when I heard the voice of a sweet, frail, older lady answer. I gave my normal opening. Hi, this is Shauna from Internet Company. May I speak with Linda? The voice on the other end answered in a quiet, calm tone. Oh, yeah, I've been expecting your call.

There's been some strange stuff happening. I asked her to elaborate, thinking she meant with the equipment, since that's the whole reason for my call. I think someone's been watching me. I'm hearing whispered. and seeing shadows in my home, but they move on their own. It's not my shadow.

My first thought was, okay, great. We have a crazy customer. We have quite a few customers that call in only to accuse us of watching them through their modem, or wanting us to send a new one because they tore apart the other one looking for the microphone. So, as I tried again to question her and move the conversation forward, she began talking more, and something she said made me listen more. Her voice had a sense of unease to it, as she said, they're not wearing your uniform.

I probably shouldn't trust them, right? I asked her what she was talking about when I started hearing shuffling in the phone. I called out for her a few times and didn't get a response, until I finally heard heavy breathing, and she said, shh, I'm hiding. Hopefully they won't find me. By now, everything she said so far is circling in my head. But when she mentioned the uniforms, I started getting these ideas.

Was someone there? Is that what she meant by the shadows that she was seeing? But I knew that it couldn't have been anyone with us because I was calling her to make the appointment. And we don't do appointments that late either. And when she mentioned hiding, I immediately became on high alert. I start thinking that someone is breaking into this woman's house. And maybe she thought that I was 911 calling her. Or maybe she just got lucky with me calling before she had the chance to call them.

I knew that I needed to try and confirm if this was real. First, I instinctually asked calmly and quietly if she was okay, where she was, and if someone was in her house. She only confirmed my fears. She said that she was hiding in her closet from the two men that were at her door. I asked if she let them in or knew who they were, and she declined both.

She said that they had something long in their hands and started banging on her door, which caused her to hide. I told her to stay there and that I was going to call the police for her. Without hanging up, I messaged my manager to come see me ASAP, and she showed up quickly. I explained everything going on at that moment, as I heard the shaky breaths coming from Linda.

She said that she would contact the police, and I messaged her the address to get started on it. When she went back to her desk, I had to play the middleman of asking Linda questions and messaging my manager back the answers that the operator was asking. Then, as I listened to Linda's line, I heard a loud crashing sound, and Linda gasped. I was afraid to call out for her, not wanting my line to give her away. I tried my best to whisper into the phone if she was okay, and after some more shaky breaths, she responded. I think they broke a window. I immediately told my boss that they were likely inside, and she came back over to my desk,

talking to the operator on her personal phone. Per the directions of the operator, I told her to remain quiet unless she needed to tell me something, and from there all we could do was listen to the sounds around her. I started hearing banging and tapping noises, thuds like things were being dropped and thrown. Then I could hear a scraping sound and loud thuds and grunts from a man. I was terrified.

Terrified for Linda and just helped me. All I could do was sit there and listen with her, praying that they didn't find her. That was the longest day of my life, waiting for someone to show up and help her. My manager was still standing by me, and she tapped my shoulder saying that the operator confirmed the police were there. I quietly relayed the information to Linda telling her not to come out, until the police called for her. From there, I heard shouting and more shuffling sounds on the phone. I called out for Linda to make sure she wasn't involved, but she didn't respond. Then, she finally responded, and said that one of the men ran into her room,

the same room with the closet that she was in. But then I could hear the police calling out for her, and my manager relayed the same thing. I could hear the shuffling again from Linda's end, and with a creek, she responded to the police. I asked her if she was with them now when she said that she was, and thanked me for the help. I remember her calm and happy tone as she thanked me, and she didn't sound like there was a single ounce of fear in her voice.

It was incredible. I hung up the phone, as did my manager, and she hugged me saying that I did a great job, and told me that I could take an extended break, or just go home if I wanted to. I didn't hesitate to take that offer. I felt like I was more shaken up than Linda was. If the police hadn't gotten there as fast as they did,

would they have found her? They did get to the room, so the odds were pretty high. And that was terrifying to me. I just worked support for an ISP. I was not a 911 operator for obvious reasons. I couldn't handle taking calls like that every day, and I commend those that do. My manager and I both wanted updates on Linda and what happened, so through means of still needing to schedule her appointment, I know probably a bit sneaky of us, she allowed me to mark her ticket as in process, so I would keep it, and I would try to contact her again.

A few days later, I was able to reach her, and I started the call. out as normal, trying to emphasize, it's me, Shauna, again, hoping that she might recognize my name or voice. I could almost hear the light bulb go off when she said my name. I knew that she remembered me. Oh, you're the young lady that helped me the other night, she said cheerfully. I confirmed that I was and asked if she was okay and how she was doing. She told me how she saw the shadows from them coming into her bay window. as the motion light in her driveway went off.

That was about the time that I called. She closed her curtains, and as she began talking to me, she saw the men approach her door, and, with whatever they had, they started messing with her door. That's when she knew that she had to do something. Shortly after, they broke out her window and began rifling through her belongings. She explained that when the police arrived, she heard them shouting at one guy while the other ran into her.

her room. Her room was towards the back of the house, so she thinks that he went there to get away. But the windows in her room were really old, and people oftentimes didn't know how to open them. They had a crank lever. So there was no way that he could escape through the window. So he ran back out of the room. She told me that the police did catch them both. So while her house was a mess, she didn't lose anything. She said that she was still waiting for the window to be replaced and joked that her cable was the least of her concerns now. I told her that it wouldn't cost anything for us to come out,

and she agreed, and we continued as normal from there. Afterwards, she thanked me again and we said our goodbyes. I was incredibly thankful that I was able to take that call that night, no matter how terrifying it was. I would like to think that if I hadn't called, she would have called 911. But the way she was speaking so calmly at first, it seemed like it wasn't a big deal, and I worry that she may not have. We do have the customer date of births on file, so I knew that she was in her late 70s.

So it was possible that she wasn't quite thinking straight. But I try not to think about that, and rather I focus on the first. the fact that I truly made a difference in my silly job for that day. I don't work there anymore, but my manager still does, and we do keep in touch. Thankfully, she said that they haven't had another call like that since. Let me start this off by saying that it's kind of a long story to get to the point of it, so I am sorry. I'm a 20-year-old male, and when I was five, we moved from our trailer home,

in the forest and got a house closer to town. This would be the house that we stayed in for the next decade and more. My grandfather was a preacher, and he took his wife and children, one of those children being my mom, on a mission trip to Belize, where they would reside for the next few years to come. During that time, I've been told my grandfather had to perform an exorcism, and had dealt with many spiritually traumatic. events. My mother told me that when she came back to the U.S., she had a necklace that her friend in Belize gave her as a departure gift. This necklace seemed to be bringing in negative happenings. She said she would see figures move out of the corner of her vision, hear footsteps

in the house when no one was home, even hear voices talking in vacant rooms of the house. She decided it was best to get rid of the necklace. So she did. And everything seemingly went back to normal. Fast forward to when I was eight years old. I had separation anxiety very badly as a kid, upon other forms of anxiety. I always knew if my dad was awake in the living room late at night playing his Xbox, or if he was in bed,

because I always would call out from my room to make sure he was there, just out of fear of him not. being there. My older brother, my little brother, and I all shared a room at the time. My dad said that when they first moved into the house, he always got chills going in there, and wasn't sure why. He said there was an old chair and a vintage recorder that sat on top of it. He said that he couldn't explain why, but the room just gave him a creepy feeling. Anyways, one night both my brothers and I had already fallen asleep, and my dad had turned off his Xbox and went to bed.

There was a bifold door closed across the room from my bed that I was always afraid of as a kid, thinking that there were ghosts in it or something. So, that night, as I was struggling to fall asleep, I watched that closet intently, almost fading into sleep when out of nowhere, the open closet slammed shut by itself, as if a grown man had slammed it in a fit of rage. Now, I was terrified, and a bit shook up.

Half hiding under my blanket, I started into the closet all night. Nothing was in it. No one was playing a trick on me. There were no drafts in the room. Needless to say, I became pretty paranoid as a kid. Fast forward to when I was 16, I had developed a bad stomach issue leading me to think I may have developed Crohn's disease. Afraid and googling symptoms all night, I started to fade asleep. I remember the last thing I could think that I was being punished for my wrongdoings.

And when I fell asleep, I had a dream that I was in a too-sweet. story house that I didn't recognize, and found myself running up the stairs, somehow knowing that my mother was in bed in one of the rooms. I ran into the room to find her, and saw her lying in the bed. She seemed sick, like she had a fever, and standing by her bed was a tall, looming thing. In the dream, I could see more details on this being, but once I woke up, all I could remember from it was a black void and a tall figure. I told it to leave my mom alone, and it turned to me and said, My name is Baal.

Ball, being a real demon. I told it to F off, and then I woke up. When I woke up, the entire house had flooded during my time of sleeping and having that dream. The septic system had completely backflowed through every drain in the house, causing a rough day of work to deal with the flooding and the plumbing. And from that day forward, I've had horrible stomach issues, and I can't help but remember that night every time I get sick and throw up. I still get those feelings that it's watching me when I sleep at that house.

Thank you for your time, and I love your channel, Raven. Thank you. This happened a few nights ago when I was trying to fall asleep. I've been on holiday since near the end of November. In South Africa, around Christmas time is our summer holiday due to us being in the Southern Hemisphere. I normally stay up a lot later than anyone else in my house, playing video games or watching YouTube or whatever.

This night I was lying in bed with my phone at about 1 a.m. when I decided that it was a bit late, and that I should try to fall asleep. As I was lying down, I was manually breathing, when I noticed that the sound of breathing sounded slightly out of sync with my actual breath. I felt my heart slowly began to race, but I tried to remain calm and brush it off. In an attempt to help myself feel better and fall asleep easily, I decided to hold my breath to see that the breathing sound stops too.

So I did. Except the sound of breathing. continued. The sound sounded like it was literally coming from directly underneath my bed. I also never noticed this sound suddenly appearing, meaning that if it was always there, it had been in sync with my breath until now. I began to freak out and thought that somehow someone was underneath my bed, even though I knew that if they had bad intentions, they would have done something already, since everyone else was supposedly asleep. This made me think that there wasn't anyone under my bed, but I still didn't know how the breath continued when I had stopped

breathing. My right ear was blocked at the time, and my left ear was against the pillow, meaning that whatever I heard would almost definitely be heard through my left ear. Lifting my head up, I heard the noise continue. It was snoring from my dad in his bedroom. I couldn't help but notice that the snoring while going at the same pace as the breathing sounded absolutely nothing like it. Putting my head back on the pillow, I didn't hear the noise anymore. Just my dad's snoring.

What do you think? Was it really his snoring somehow being distorted to sound like normal breathing? And like it was coming from under my bed? Or was it something else? Something more sinister and evil. Okay, so bear with me for this story here. This was a very real event, but it's still something that I have a hard time believing, and I was there for it. I used to live in an apartment with an old friend of mine named Wade.

We both got along great and rarely had disagreements or issues with chores or other duties around the apartment. The biggest issue that we ever really had was the following. Wade was going on a retreat for about a week. From what I got out of him, it was some religious thing. Now, I wasn't religious, but I knew that Wade's parents were, and that they were heavily involved in their church. Wade had never really expressed his views one way or another. It wasn't anything we ever really talked about.

So I assumed that this was something he may have been doing with his parents, something they asked him to do, or maybe he was genuinely interested in it and wanted to find himself. Either way, I supported him doing what made him happy, and held down the place waiting for his return. But it was when he returned that things started getting a little weird. Wade returned late from his retreat one night. I was already getting tired as I was watching TV and

in the living room when he came home, and he seemed wired and awake. I figured it was just the jitters and excitement, maybe from the flights, or that he was excited to share with me what he learned and experienced. He began explaining how the retreat went, while also not discussing what exactly it was for, so, again, I assumed what it was for. I ended up going to bed because I was pretty tired, but he still was still. seemed very much awake. However, him being wide awake at night seemed to become the norm for him. In fact, even changed shifts at work so that he worked overnight. When he wasn't coming

out to get ready for work, he stayed in his room and pretty much became reclusive, which was very odd for Wade. He was very much the type to be around people and talk non-stop, so it was definitely unlike him. Slowly he even stopped having dinner with me. He would brag to others and tout how lucky he was to have me as a roommate, because I'd gone to culinary school and we rarely had a box meal. I even continued to make enough for him, but when it would go uneaten for a few days, I would just feel bad that the food was going to waste. Initially, I assumed that he was just adjusting to his new routine. But, as he was just adjusting to his new routine. But, As time went on, it became clear that something was definitely wrong,

especially when I noticed the heavy dark blankets now covering his window. I could see one from the parking lot when I got out of my car, but it wasn't until I received a package for him during the day that I stumbled upon the horrifying truth. I was watching TV in the living room when there was a knock on the door. It was a package it had to be signed for, and I realized it was for Wade. I made my way to Wade's room to give it to him,

thinking that if I had to sign for it, it was probably important. We had our own rule for entering each other's rooms. We always knocked if the door was closed, but even if we didn't answer, we could typically still enter, as long as our sign on the door wasn't flipped. It was kind of our coded way of saying do not disturb. Like if we wanted to be left alone, or if we had a girl over.

The signs were these cheap little superhero signs that his mom got us as a joke. But while one side was like a whiteboard, the other just had the superhero on it. So if it didn't have our name site out, we knew it meant do not disturb. We did this because I'm epileptic, so I never locked my door in case I ever had a seizure,

and he or someone else needed to get in. So, anyways, The sign showed his name, which meant that I could go in. I guess that he forgot to flip it or lock the door because I don't think he wanted me to see what I saw. When I walked in, I saw Wade sitting at his desk with just his desk lamp on. However, he had blood on his cheeks and running down his arms. His pants and shirt were also wet with what I assumed to be blood coming from what looked like something. kind of organ that he was eating from his hands.

He looked like an animal as he tore into that thing. I was disgusted and shocked and asked, Wade, what the hell are you doing? His response was even more unsettling. I didn't want you to find out this way, man, but I'm a vampire. I have to eat this so that I don't hurt you. He said as he shook the meat in his hand at me. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

Wade was typically a pretty smart guy. He didn't really have much in way of crazy thoughts or ideas. And knowing the background that he came from, I didn't think he was much of a believer and stuff like that. Not knowing how to respond, I tossed his package on his bed and shut the door behind me, going to my own room. He didn't even try to talk to me the rest of the day,

nor do I think he even came out of his room. I mean, how were either one of us going to respond to that situation? But as I was once again watching TV one evening, he came out to go to work, and since he mustered up the courage to talk to me, I knew that I had to be a good friend and listen to his reasoning. He explained to me that shortly before the retreat, he started feeling ill, and was constantly tired and he didn't know why. However, he made the cardinal's sin of trying to search for answers on the internet, and what did he stumble upon? That retreat. They explained the same symptoms he was experiencing and claimed to have the answers,

so he thought he would check it out, expecting it to be some kind of clinical thing. What it really was, was some vampiric cult. They explained that he was feeling the way that he was because he was a bona fide vampire. and that he needed pure blood to survive. That he needed to be in the dark at all times, and that's why he changed when he returned. It explained his change in shifts, the reclusiveness, and even his taste for, I guess, organ, meat. But the good thing about me is that I'm very blunt, and will tell you exactly what you need to hear.

So I told him that he needed to go to a real doctor, as it sounded like it could be medical, but that being diagnosed as a vampire was not it. He finally saw my side of things and agreed that he would at least go and see what they said. He did choose a 24-hour walk-in clinic, so I drove him there one night, and wouldn't you know it, he actually had some kind of deficiency that simple supplements and medication could fix. No more needs for any bloody organ feasts, I swear it. I took him back home and after taking the supplement for a few days, he started feeling better. He even had more energy to the point that he changed his shift again, because he was having trouble staying awake at night.

I even watched him bring a bag full of organs that he kept in his mini fridge in his room, because he didn't want me to see them or freeze them. He was buying these things weekly to eat. Thankfully, he began eating regular food with me as well. That night, the terror reached its peak, but the relief that followed was immense. I thought that my friend was, no, not a vampire, but had gone crazy, and I didn't know how far he would have taken it if I hadn't caught him, or he hadn't told me. So, that's the story of my crazy friend Wade, and yes, I still give him crap about it to this day.

When I was around the age of six, my mom started to clean our church every week to help out. During this time, we were renting a farmhouse where me and my two older brothers experienced quite a few paranormal events. But my parents never gave it the light of day, due to them being Christian and very conservative. One day my mom was cleaning the church and my brothers and I tagged along since my dad was working. While my mom cleaned, we decided to play hide and seek, since the church was empty. Eventually, I was the seeker looking for my brother, and I remember walking down a long hallway. Since the church was closed, and my mom was just cleaning the room where the sermons were held, all of the other lights were off except for the emergency lights.

When I was walking in the very dim hall, for some reason, I felt the need to look up. And from that moment, I can't get the image of what I saw out of my head. There was an all-black figure around the size of a six- or seven-year-old. The figure was crawling on the ceiling, so I was looking at its back. Only it had noticed me, so it had twisted its head all the way around to see me. The face was blurry since it was dark, but I could make out an almost cartoonish smile staring at me, and I remember the eyes being not human-like at all. The weird thing about this is, despite how creepy I remember the figure being, my six-year-old

self was not scared at all. I remember thinking to myself, how did my brother get up there? And then I felt the need to leave the hallway. When I saw its face, I didn't feel my stomach drop, nor did I feel scared or threat. I just felt like whatever I saw wanted me to just move along. To this day, I don't have any idea what it was. My brothers called me crazy and said, There can't be any demons in a church since it's protected by God.

And my parents agreed. The older I get, the more I wonder if it was just a dream that made itself into a memory. It just feels so real when I think about it, and I'm able to describe it in such great detail. I don't really remember any other times we played hide and seek, but this one sticks out. I know that children are more likely to have paranormal experiences, and my brothers also had things happen to them,

but it was at the house. Why did I see something at our church? After doing some research, I found out that the church has been around since 1873. and I remember that there is a cemetery on the land as well, with the same name as the church. I'm happy to talk about some of the other things that happened in the house, but I don't remember much. Really only the things that my brothers have told me. The house was very old and in the middle of nowhere.

It was an old farmhouse that someone purchased and had renovated. The barn was a no-go zone and gave us all the creeps. The cows on the land also acted very strange, and the house just had this weird vibe overall. The following events still come up and cause difficulties for me at times, even six years later. And I promise you that all of this was real. Sometime after high school, I moved out of state for a job opportunity. After some time, I was given the option to move back home with my job. and I immediately grabbed the opportunity.

Wyoming was beautiful, but it never sadly felt like home. So I happily moved back and started getting settled into my old life and catching up with some old friends. One day I went to a local coffee shop to grab myself a treat before work for the day, and I spotted someone that looked familiar. The feeling must have been mutual because she was staring back at me awfully hard. I smiled at her, and she waved me over. She'd been sitting alone on her laptop.

When I walked over, she closed it and asked if I went to a certain high school. I confirmed, and at that time, it finally clicked for both of us. We definitely went to school together, and we used to be pretty good friends. I'll call her Alexa. We actually went to middle school together, and freshman year of high school before she moved away, we lost touch. I was surprised that we both remembered.

She was always very outgoing and fun to be around, so I was pretty excited to see her, and she was looking happy and healthy. We agreed to meet up for dinner at some point to catch up more. Our first meetup was like stepping into a time machine. We had so much to talk about and reminisce on from our childhood. We discussed the teachers that we truly. truly hated, the boys that we crushed on, and even talked about some secrets and rumors that we'd heard.

We then moved on to talking about our current lives. We talked about where we lived, college, and what we did for a living. Alexa seemed to be in a good place in her life, judging by how happy she looked. She was also dressed nicely, and she said that she loved her job. She had started college, but said that she did. didn't really like how it was going, so she dropped out. But then she had landed a really great job anyways, that she'd been doing for the last two years or so. I asked her what it was that she was doing.

It didn't really dawn on me at first, but she told me that she worked in sales. I thought that was pretty impressive, because it's not something I was ever good at. I had a job for about two months in sales, and I hated it. so I was impressed and congratulated her for it. We started hanging out a lot more. Typically it was on the weekends as I worked the normal Monday through Friday. But as she described it, she set her own hours and would ask me to go out with her sporadically throughout the week.

When we were together, we were usually going out to clubs, having dinner and drinks, just things like that, and I made the comments about her job being more flexible and she agreed. She even suggested that I should try working with her. I declined, saying that I could never make it as sales was not my forte, as mentioned. But she was very pushy. She would say that my looks could reel in plenty of sales alone, and that I just needed to work with it.

I laughed it off and told her that I would keep that in mind, but that I wasn't really interested. There were nights that we would go out, and if it got too late, sometimes she would crash at my place. But when I would get up in the mornings, or when we were just chilling in my living room, she would see things and make these weird comments, like when she saw my laptop.

She said that it looked sick, and I was telling her about the specs, and she said, How can you afford a laptop like that doing what you do? Sorry, I don't want to say what I do for several reasons, including this incident. I was kind of taken aback by the comment, but I just said that I'd saved up and that it was on sale and left it at that. But when she would see other things around my house or things that I wore, she would joke that I was a credit card junkie, and that they would get me in trouble or that I must have a sugar daddy.

It was weird, definitely. but I never lived outside of my means. I wasn't in debt, actually. I just knew how to budget well and had money set aside for emergencies, or when I wanted to splurge a bit on myself. Still, while the comments were weird, I just thought maybe she experienced something similar, so she knew what that kind of thing looked like.

Hell, she had nice things, too, so maybe that's how she got there. Maybe the job that she touted so hard wasn't as great as she had made it out to be. But back to her job thing. I did notice that she still never told me what company she even worked for, and I was still quite curious about it. One night while we were having drinks, I noticed that she seemed to be particularly busy on her phone, constantly messaging someone.

It didn't really bother me, as it wasn't like she was being rude or ignoring me. A girl was a pro at multitasking. But I did ask her if everything was okay, and she just happily nodded and said that she was working. So finally I just came out with it. Where exactly do you work? What company has you working sales around the clock?

I said this jokingly. And that's when she told me she worked for herself. So? Now I was even more curious. Finally, and with a creepy grin, she pulled out her phone and showed me a barrage of messages. Messages from guys, and a lot of them. Every single one of them were calling her a different name,

saying they loved her, asking her about her day, asking if she needed anything and some other things that I won't put into words, but you get the picture. She was leading all of these men off. and she was bragging about it. She talked about how so many of them were gullible, how she makes thousands between them on a weekly basis. She even bragged about how some of them had considered ending it with her,

or started catching on, but they were married, and she blackmailed them. I was horrified, as she explained all of this to me, but I did my best not to express it. I'm sure that I failed, though. I just remembered saying something like, Wow, Alexa, that seems really intense and a lot of work to keep up with it. Is it really worth it? She gave me a disapproving look and made a comment about how I sounded like a disappointed parent,

and then laughed. So I laughed with her and told her that I just couldn't do something like that. She then turned her whole body to face me. In a low and curious tone, she said, are you going to snitch on me now? She sounded so serious, compared to how cheerful her tone had been all night. But I just told her no and said that that was a silly question.

She then started laughing but quickly made eye contact again, and back in her chipper voice, she said, Oh good, I didn't want to have to dump you in a ditch somewhere. I kind of like you. And then proceeded to laugh again. I laughed with her, but... I just remembered how uncomfortable the rest of that night made me feel. Once I went home that night, I started to become a bit paranoid.

What she was doing was a huge deal. My mom has worked in banking her whole life, and she warned me and told me about many scams out there, and to always be on the lookout for them. But was Alexa being serious? Was she really willing to hurt me or possibly kill me for that lifestyle? I took a day for myself to reflect and decide on what I should do. I ultimately knew what the right thing to do was, but what proof did I have?

How would they even be able to catch her or charge her? Not to mention, the look in her eyes seemed very real. So, still in a bit of fear, I decided to start by distancing myself from her. At first, I just declined her invites, saying something. would come up or that I wasn't feeling well. But then she showed up at my place, knocking on the door with a bottle of sprite and a container of soup. I thanked her expecting her to just leave, but she seemed insistent on staying and wanting to come in.

I tried to act sick and tell her that it could be contagious, as I got it from someone at work, but it did little to dissuade her. I finally got her to stand down telling her that I was fine, and that as soon as I was better, her that we should hang out. She smiled and agreed, and after hugging me, she walked off. I went back inside, and that's when I noticed that the sprite had been opened, but nothing seemed to be missing from the bottle. Knowing Alexa, kind of, I could see her pouring herself a glass first, but that obviously

wasn't the case. Something immediately felt wrong, so I just put it all in the fridge and forgot about it. But then I would start to actually get sick. This time it was due to stress. Shortly after all this, I started getting bombarded with messages, calls, alerts, and emails for new bank accounts being opened. Credit cards, checking accounts, even loans being applied for in my name. I also received alerts about attempts being made to access my accounts online. I started to panic.

someone had obviously stolen my identity, but at the time I didn't know how or when. I was very careful with everything I did, thanks to my mom. I followed the normal steps of filing all the reports necessary and closing any accounts that I didn't request. But when I got the statements of my actual card, I saw some of the activity, and it finally started adding up.

A lot of the transactions being made were either in my same area or were places that I was not familiar with but I had heard of before. By Alexa. She loved shopping at Ulta. I did not. And there were tons of charges from there. I knew that it had to be her. All those intrusive comments and questions about my finances,

this had to be why. While I wasn't in the room, she must have been snoop. around to get as much information as she could. And I guess if I wasn't willing to join in on her scams, she would have to drain me of any funds that she could. I knew that I had to take action at this point, so I started by talking to my mom. I explained everything to her,

everything Alexa was doing and what I suspected her of doing. She stressed the severity of the situation, and she urged me to go to the police. The first step was to report anything, and then they could take it from there. Feeling skeptical, but ultimately knowing it was for the best, I did file a report, and to my surprise, they actually did make me feel like it would make a difference. I stopped hearing from Alexa around the time all the reports started coming in. She just stopped initiating conversations, so I did too.

I think we both knew why. but I provided the police report information to any banks that I had an open case with, and even that became easier. Accounts were closed and finalized, and I was starting to come out of it mostly unscathed. But that's also because they apparently were already on Alexis Trail. She wasn't just a scammer and a fraudster. She was involved in something far more severe.

She was actually facing charges related to the death, of one of her victims. I don't know if it was physically her doing, or if it could have been out of guilt or embarrassment, or maybe from her blackmailing them, but when I heard about it, it really set in for me just who I had become friends with. So maybe my fears of her weren't all that made up.

Maybe it wasn't just paranoia, and maybe I did save my life, and possibly the lives of others. So, my last word of advice, I guess, if you see something, say something. You never truly know how much of it could help someone else. My only paranormal experience was about 30 years ago, and it's the only real experience that I've ever had. I, along with two other friends, moved into an old Californian-style bungalow house, which was a 1910-era three-bedroom house.

We were all 25 years old at the time. It was located inner city and had an adjoining massive workshop slash shed that used to be a mechanic's shop and a petrol station, with a petrol bowser on the footpath back in the 1920s. The monthly rent was quite cheap for the area and the size of the block, although the workshop was only used for storage now, and the owner had a fair bit of junk in it. one night, about 8 p.m., I was sitting in my bedroom at the desk, which was right next to the door, which was open, and this opened into the main hallway.

At the right of my door was the main entrance to the house from the outside. Across was another bedroom, and to the left the hall split in two directions. One to the lounge room and the other went to the kitchen. The kitchen was at the back of the house, and also had the back of the house. and also had the back door, which led to the backyard, and across that yard was the massive old mechanics shed. Because we lived inner city, our security was OTT. The back door had three deadbolts and a chain latch.

It was always locked as it was winter, and the backyard was wet and muddy. Both of my housemates were out that night, and I was playing a game on my PC when I saw a guy walk down. down the hall, about five feet in front of me. I said, hey. He stopped briefly, turned his head ever so slightly. He was wearing blue jeans and a red plaid patterned shirt. He was about 20 years old, had lovely blonde, shouldered length hair.

As I was playing a game, I didn't fully engage with him, but when I noticed he stopped, I then said, how's it going? and then returned to viewing the monitor with the game that I was playing. I thought it was a friend of one of my housemates, and I expected to see one of them walk past shortly. But no one did. This guy may have looked at me, but since I returned my gaze back to the screen, I'm not 100% sure.

Then he just slowly walked down the hall and into the kitchen. I then realized that I never heard the first. front door open, and all the sudden, every hair on my body sharply rose up. I said, Hello? And still got no response. So I then walked into the kitchen to see who this guy was, and there was no one there. He could not have come back out without me seeing him, and the back door had three locked deadbolts on it. I was so shocked, but curious too. I spent the next half an hour walking around the house, out into the backyard, in the shed, but I didn't see anyone.

A week later, I went across the road from our house to the barber's shop to get a haircut. The barber had been in business for generations. His father and his father before him ran the business. I told him the story, and he called his father in from out back of the shop. His father told me that back in the 1940s, when the mechanic shop was in full operation, a young man was working under a car which was on a hoist. It malfunctioned, and the young man was killed. Quite a few previous residents have seen this young man in the house, and they got scared and moved out.

Hence, the cheap rent. We stayed for another two years, but I never saw him again. I was so disappointed. I would have loved to have seen him again and even tried to communicate with him. I've never seen anything paranormal since. As far as ghosts go, this was so believable. He had a solid form. He acknowledged me when I spoke to him by stopping and turning his head.

I just wish that I had kept looking at him more, and I wish I had more encounters like that. One per lifetime is way too few. It's not fair, and I think I've been ripped off. Lazzang sur-gillet, puissance-moyance-moyane for 15 minutes. We're like that's their dojo. Preeto!

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