As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Scary Stories For Dark Dreams - Vol 42 | ATRD Podcast

Episode Date: September 3, 2025

Today we have 16 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; Party Stories (08/2023), Cryptid Encounters (08/2022) & Scary Babysitting Stories (09/2022) 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. 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! I upload episodes every 3 days, so there are 2 days between new uploads. The podcast consists of new scary story collections, Glitch in the matrix collections, and also what I call the "Dark Dreams" collections (which are older stories, remastered and layered with rain sounds). 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 TIMESTAMPS One Ad After the First Story, No ads after that Story 1: 0:24 Story 2: 9:03 Story 3: 20:04 Story 4: 28:09 Story 5: 34:48 Story 6: 45:30 Story 7: 52:33 Story 8: 1:01:23 Story 9: 1:07:18 Story 10: 1:15:27 Story 11: 1:20:00 Story 12: 1:26:48 Story 13: 1:29:47 Story 14: 1:32:55 Story 15: 1:35:20 Story 16: 1:41:51 ----- 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 #GlitchInTheMatrix ➤ 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

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, a few years ago, I had a friend that had finally gotten herself out of an incredibly abusive relationship. We all chipped in to help her out, and she was able to get her own plate. I understand that the cycle of abuse is difficult to break. To get out of a situation where someone you love, as turned to someone that loves to hurt you,

is an impossible situation to navigate. So, when she was able to get out of it and move out, I wanted to do something for her, with her permission, of course. So we got a few friends together and threw a housewarming party. Her new place is in the trendier part of town, filled with lots of cool places and young people. And honestly, the atmosphere in that part of town is absolutely electric.

So I knew that if we had our little bash, it would be a great time. And we likely wouldn't have any issues. The place that she got wasn't exactly huge, so we worked out a good number of people that wasn't too much, and limited every invite to the person and one guest. A lot of people RSVPed, and we actually had a decent headcount by the time the party was scheduled. That night, the house was actually a bit more packed than we expected,

but not overly so. The music was going, drinks were flowing, and everyone seemed to be in high spirits. I was loving the atmosphere, and my friend was nothing but smiles. So, overall, it felt like a success. Then, things took a bit of a creepy twist. About an hour into the party, I noticed a guy that I didn't recognize. There were a few people there that I didn't really know,

but I was at least partially acquainted with them. This guy I had never actually seen before in my life. I assume he was someone's plus one. He had these really piercing blue eyes. his head was shaved and there was something about him that was kind of bothering me. I don't know if it was how he was staring at me or how his smile was a little bit too eager, but something was out of place about him. After I noticed him staring in my direction,

I saw that he started walking over to me, and I thought that I was going to have to go through the whole rejection dance. He looked like an okay guy, but he wasn't quite my type if you catch my drift. He stepped up to me and kind of pushed himself in front of me saying, Hey, I'm John. I tried to be polite, saying, Hi, John, I'm my name.

Are you enjoying the party? Trying to be a nice host and all. He nodded saying that he was, in his words, digging the vibe. and then kind of stood there saying nothing and just staring at me. I smiled and looked around awkwardly waiting for him to say something, or for the opportunity to walk away. Then it got even more awkward.

He looked at me and said, Hey, you want to go break in the bedroom? I turned to look at him with a look like, bro, did you just ask that? I shook my head and said, said, John, I'm going to be as direct with you as I possibly can, and say that was honestly one of the creepiest things you could have ever have asked someone that you just met.

He stared at me like I had said something offensive, like he hadn't just asked me to go to the bedroom with him after introducing himself. He then says, well, let me know if you change your mind, and turns to walk away. If that was it, honestly, this would have been, and creepy, but not to the point of writing in a story. But of course, John was a creep. As the night were on, I would turn and he would be there staring at me.

He would randomly wave at me from across the room. He would accidentally run into me when I was going to the kitchen for whatever reason. One time is a coincidence. Two or three times, is intentional. It hit a point where it was kind of starting to feel predatory. I decided that I would confront him and tell him off. I walked over, and he perked up like I was about to take him up on his previous offer. I told him that I was not interested in him, and that he needed to knock off his creepy behavior.

He laughed and said, I'm just enjoying the party. You should calm down, maybe smile a bit more. I rolled my eyes and told him to just leave me alone. But of course, he didn't. In fact, he got worse. It got to the point that he was actively following me around. Every step I would take, he would follow me four steps behind.

And he was making it obvious. It hit a point where I was done, and I went to talk to my friend that we were throwing the party for, and if nothing else, she could ask him to leave. I told her that some guy named John was starting to piss me off, and I asked her if we could go ahead and tell him to leave. and she looked at me with a confused look on her face, asking who it was. I grabbed her and pulled her into the other room where I'd last seen him, and he was still standing there.

I pointed toward him and said, him, John. The look on her face changed from one of confusion to shock. It was pretty clear that she knew who this guy was. I asked her what was wrong, and she responded with, his name isn't John, it's James, and he's my ex's brother. How her ex's brother had known about where she moved, I don't know. Why he decided to show up at the party and be a creepy person towards at least myself, I'm not sure.

But what I do know is that hearing that this guy was related to the man that had been physically abusive with my friend was enough to make me enraged. At that point, I said to hell with formalities, and I figured the best way to get this a-hole out of the house was to turn the party into a mob. I yelled for everyone's attention. The entire room of about 20, 30 people turned to look at me, and I immediately pointed at James and said,

This man needs to leave. Now! Everyone turned their attention to James, who, I think, realized that he was going to have to go, or risk being forced out. He raised his hands in defeat, and started backing up towards the door. As he got to the door, he pointed towards my friend and yelled out toward her,

I'll let my brother know you said hi, and then turned and walked out. Now, I know that the story wasn't terribly scary, but I want to point out that, for my friend and myself, this was a terrifying situation. Her abusive ex that she had finally escaped had possibly sent his brother to her new place, meaning he knew where she lived now,

and this was very clearly his brother being willing to be a part of that cycle of abuse. This obviously left her in a really bad way, thinking that he was going to show up and that he wanted to continue to ruin her life. So far, he hasn't done anything to her, and it has been a couple of years now, so maybe this was just one last slap in the face, but it was enough to make her feel uncomfortable and unsafe in her new home.

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I was actually very successful in doing this for quite some time. I also loved it. For the most part, the kids were great, minimal issues, and if I didn't care for a kid because they were just rude and uncontrollable, my parents made an excuse for me to not have to do it anymore. However, this one family I sat for was worse than just having Henri or mean kids. They actually creeped me out. I believe that this was back in about 2008.

I had my own car at this point, and the family only lived about 30 miles from me. When I got there, the mom and the dad introduced me to their kids. They were twin boys that were about nine. We'll call them Dylan and Dalton. They looked very nice and well-mannered at first. They were the typical twins type where the parents dressed them the same. I remember when I first met them they had on jeans and matching red and blue shirts. It was a Sunday, and the mom said they had just gotten back from church

so they could change their clothes if they wanted to. They gave a few rules, like they were allowed one snack since they were just finishing lunch at the time that I had gotten there, and they were not allowed to play out front since they didn't have a fence around the front yard. Other than some normal things like that, it seemed like they were pretty laid back. They said that they would be gone for a few hours, and they headed out. That first time was fine. A lot of getting to know each other, it seemed.

They asked me what school I went to, and they told me about their school and favorite subjects. They shared things about themselves, as well as embarrassing things about each other. It was funny, and all in all, quite a normal visit. It wasn't until the second time that they started getting more comfortable with me, I guess. This time, I went over around 4 o'clock. They hadn't had dinner yet, but the mom told me they had ordered pizza and gave me the cash to pay for it, and that they would be back later, around 9 or 10 p.m. After they left, the boys came and watched TV with me until the pizza arrived.

While we were eating, Dylan looked up and just gave some random creepy fact, like, did you know Gacy killed X amount of boys before he was caught? I learned they knew a lot about serial killers. I didn't know how to respond, so, as I do when kids tell me weird stuff, I just went, oh, that's crazy, and then continued to eat my pizza. That's when Dalton made some comment about how stupid he was for doing it. I tried saying something like, some people are just sick and it's hard to understand, I'm sure.

But then he specified that he shouldn't have kept them in his own house. That's what got him caught. That one I didn't know how to respond to, so I just stared at him and they started laughing. So I laughed too and said, yeah, people can really do some unthinkable things. Again, they knew a lot about serial killers. I got random facts like that on a regular basis when I went over there, and they even liked to play a pretend game called Killer.

They had me play it too, but it was like hide-and-seek. but if you were it, you were the killer, and if you were found, you were killed. They typically made a slashing motion, like with a knife, and it would act like they were stabbing and slicing you. When they found the other, they would just be laughing hysterically. I didn't find out what this game actually was until I was playing it, because they just said it was hide-and-seat. I wasn't comfortable playing it after the first time,

and I told them that they shouldn't do that either. They actually seemed confused as to why, saying, it's not like we're really killing you, all with this creepy smile on their face. I just tried explaining that it could scare people, so it's best to just play normal hide-and-seat. That didn't stop them from doing other creepy things, though. I continued to get creepy facts about killers,

death and other grim things. They also tried to watch scary movies or documentaries on crimes, but I didn't allow it because of their age. There was one time I went over there, and they were in the middle of watching one of the child's play movies, so I played it off when the parents were there and said, Oh, is it okay if they watched those movies? And their response was like, why wouldn't they?

As they told me, yeah, they're just not allowed. to watch anything with nudity? Makes sense. So, since that was confirmed, they seemed to take advantage of it and watched some of the weirdest movies while I was there. Even if they were watching something a normal nine-year-old would watch, they would change it as soon as their parents left.

I liked scary movies myself, so I was okay with watching it, but their demeanor was more unsettling. celebrating when someone died or making fun of them for a choice that they made. One of the last straws for me was when I was doing some homework and they had been in their room playing. I felt like I was being watched, so I looked behind me, where the hall was to their bedroom, and I saw one of them standing there.

I asked them if there was something wrong, and while smiling, they just said, I bet I could have tied you up just now. I just didn't have any rope. And then went back to their room. Nope. I was no longer comfortable being alone with them. Some of the stuff they did was definitely odd for their age, but still being young myself,

who was I to judge someone's parenting. So I never brought it up to their parents. But that time, I did. I told them that night what they had said to me, and about their weird killer game, and they basically laughed it off, saying, "'Boys will be boys.'

They also said that they mean no harm or would never actually do anything to me, and talked about how they are still easier to raise than girls. So, with their parents being uncaring, I thought maybe I was overreacting. I actually only had sisters, so I didn't know what boys were. were like at home.

What I did do, though, was the next time my baby sat, I made sure I wasn't alone. After asking the boys' parents, they said they were okay with me bringing a friend over, girls only, but they wouldn't be paying for both of us. So I just split the money with said friend. So the first time we were over there, after the parents left, one of them said, oh, a second victim, and started laughing. While we ate dinner, they asked her all the same questions they asked me the first time, and then went to their room to play. Once they were out of sight, I was talking to my friend who agreed that they seemed a little weird, but she hadn't really experienced it to the fullest.

Until later that night, I hadn't noticed that one of them went to the restroom, and the other had called me into their room. I went into their room to see Dylan standing on the bed, and he asked me to come closer, waving for me hurriedly. I approached him quickly thinking he needed to tell me something, or maybe something was wrong. Once I got close enough, he was able to look over my head and said, It'd be much easier to throw a bag over your head when I'm this tall. Freaked out, I told him that was not a nice thing to say,

nor should he even think about those things, and he just looked confused as to why I would say that. I just left the room and went back to the living room to see Dalton acting something out in front of my friend, and she just looked shocked. I walked in on him explaining something about dirt, and when I asked what was going on, he stopped and said nothing and then walked away back into their room. Afterwards, I asked my friend what he was talking about, and she said that Dalton had been explaining why dumping a body in the water was better than burying it.

She finally understood what I meant by them being creepy. I like my fair share of scary movies and crime documentaries, but I don't remember being interested or retaining knowledge like they did at that age. My friend said that she would not go back with me, and suggested that I didn't go back either. I ended up telling my parents a little more about the things they said and did, and they were disappointed that I didn't tell them sooner. They agreed that it was also not appropriate behavior for kids their age,

and said that they didn't want me over there anymore. They actually called their mom and explained everything, and she still didn't see anything wrong with it. She said that she thought I did great with her boys, and even offered to pay double if I watched them a few more times. It was hard to pass up, thinking I could just buck up and get the money, but my parents refused.

I was 17 and still living with them, so what they say goes, and I didn't go back. Every once in a while, I try to look them up to see if they ever acted out on their little games, but I never did find anything. I hope that they were just really, really weird kids and grew out of it, but it did sure scare the hell out of me and my friend. So I have what my friends say is automatonophobia, which is fear of robots or inanimate objects

resembling humans. I say they're full of it because I don't fear wax sculptures or robots. I fear skinny humanoid creatures that walk on all fours or walk strangely, like the rake, I'm desensitized that, though. And I personally believe that it all stemmed with one, who I deemed the milkman, in a fruitless effort to rid my fear of him. It was about three, four years ago. It was icy in the middle of an ice storm, and I was home alone. I decided to walk outside by myself at night. Very smart, huh?

Mind you, back then I lived in the middle of nowhere. My closest neighbor was a good ways away, and I had tons of land between me and human civilization. The nearest town was 20 minutes away in car. We lived on a huge plot of land, and there was a stretch of drive that I loved walking down. It connected our driveway to our other land that we owned. It was about three miles long, and surrounded by dense shrubbery and thickly tangled trees. It looked like a scene in Lord of the Rings.

I loved walking down the stretch, especially at night, because at the time I was a huge horror fanatic and nothing could scare me. Now, the trees were really thick, and even though the moon was out, and it was reflecting off the icy snow and stuff, there was little snow on the stretch and it was nearly pitch black. So I brought a flashlight. I began to walk, and halfway through, I hear a noise, like heavy breathing, kind of a labored sound.

I assumed it was my dog Bruin, and I called out to him. The noise stopped, and I got that feeling of run, run, run, run, but I didn't because I was a stupid teenager. A few seconds ticked by, and suddenly I heard from the direction of the noise, it would sound like movement, and then something four-legged running away. It had that distinct sound that dogs have or that cats have, you know. So, again, I assumed Bruin. He was a shy dog, just ran off. I continued walking for a while and was pretending that I was in some elvish fantastical fantasy land,

but then I heard another noise. This time, it sounded like something was like something was like. following behind me, like slowly, like a cat stalking its prey almost. I could hear deep breathing and a near growl or purr. Mind you, cougars and wild cats were an issue up there, but normally you could just make super loud noises and, for the most part, they would leave you alone. So, I started screaming the lyrics to some song, and I heard scuttling. Then the thing ran behind the shrubs and away from me. So whatever, I was fine. I continued walking, and then I see something in front of me. Like I said, the ground wasn't white since the snow couldn't come through the trees,

but there was this white, slightly moving object in the middle of this two-foot-wide path. Once again, I got that run feeling, but I ignored it. Not because I was stuble. Not because I was stuble. stupid this time, but because I was frozen. If I had to describe it, just imagine someone's super skinny hunched over like they were reading a book. Like it had its arms out to its side a little. I did finally move, and it was to take a step back, which I did, quite quietly too. But it moved and then got up. This thing was freakishly tall, like a good six foot five inches,

It was so skinny, and its arms were just weird and it had these freaking claws. It slowly turned around and its eyes were just black with the flashlight reflecting off of them. It had this abnormally normal pair of lips, but I couldn't make out a nose. And it was just pure, pale skin. I know this may sound like a popular horror genre monster, but this was a popular horror genre monster, but this was back before I'd found any of that. Like a year before I found out the rake existed, or that creepypasta was the thing. And creepypasta is what led me to SCPs, so...

Anyways, this thing is looking at me, and I just stood there. I wasn't even shaking, and I couldn't hear anything. I just sat there. It walked toward me, and its breathing was short, deep, and kind of... ragged, it came close enough to touch me. It did touch me. It actually left scratches on me, and the feeling of its clammy hands on my bare skin is what finally kicked in my flight response, which, I guess, me jerking away is what caused it

to scrape me. I ran down the pathway, which I was a good way as doubted at this point. I could hear this thing behind me, like right behind me. me. I get to my driveway, and I trip because there was this stupid rock which later screwed up the front end of my uncle's car, but I tripped on it. At this point, I didn't hear it, so I assumed I didn't have to rush to my feet. But I rolled over to get up, and I saw it walking towards me in this horrible, awful way. I panicked and got up and ran inside, slamming the screen door and and then my front door.

I locked the front door and the back door and all the windows. I put myself in front of the door to keep this thing from coming in. I waited for like an hour or more, and I peeked out of the peak hole, which I had to tiptoe to see out of it. I didn't see anything. I also couldn't hear anything. So I opened the front door to check, and it was right there. hunched over, one claw poked through the screen, I could feel its breath and I could hear its breathing.

It just looked at me with its soulless black eyes. I was scared, and it slowly stood to its full height, and that's when I slammed the door and ran back to my bedroom locking that door and hiding in my closet. I slept there that night. Then, a few days later, I went out to feed Bruin, which I had to walk less than five yards away from my front door. I'm feeding him, and I look up, and less than eight yards away from me is that thing, just staring at me. I ran inside and got my parents, but when we went back out there, it was gone. A week later, we found Bruin's stock stiff and dead in our yard, along with our other dock polar.

No one has ever believed me ever at all. They say that I'm lying, even though for a while I had claw marks on me to prove it. So, yeah, that's the story of The Milkman. This story takes place by a peaceful lake in the Czech Republic. It all starts long before this, however. It started back in Hollywood when I was about five. It was night, and my town was having to be. their annual hollow fireworks.

To get the best view, my mom took me down to the playgrounds. She sat on the bench while I sat on one of the swings. Being five, I couldn't properly use it, but it was a seat, nevertheless. I was alone. At least I thought I was. A few minutes into the fireworks, I noticed a boy sitting next to me who I hadn't noticed before, and he was whispering uncontrollable. Although it was dark, it wasn't dark enough that everything appeared black.

Yet, despite this, I couldn't see any features whatsoever on this boy. He was just a whispering robot, completely pitch black. By the time I had looked away and back, the boy was gone. The next time I saw him was in Portugal, having sleep paralysis. I've only ever had sleep paralysis twice. Both times have been involving this thing. But the sleep paralysis was nothing more than him standing at the foot of my bed, staring at me and whispering.

Then I fell asleep. The third and final time I saw him was when I had sleep paralysis back in Hollywood. In the sleep paralysis, the boy had managed to cross. into my bed, slowly approaching me. His whispers constantly got louder. I can't describe the fear that I felt in that moment. However, none of these events came close to what happened by the lake in the Czech Republic. The Czech Republic is a second home to me.

I'm half Czech and am fluent in the language. Every year we go to this lake in the woods to stay furrowy. week. There are cabins, showers, toilets, etc. It's not a huge resort, but it's sustained. This time, it would have been around 2017. It was maybe the third day when something started going wrong. We all woke up to a pretty big ruckus outside. Something in the water had killed all the fish. And when I say all, I mean all. There were hundreds of fish corpses on the surface of the lake. Later on that day, something even stranger happened. I began hearing things. At first I could ignore it, but then it became unbearable. These loud whispers in my ear that would only stop when I

thought hard enough about it, but I didn't tell anyone as I figured it was just sleep deprivation. I had bigger things on my mind, like the dead fish. My friend and I have always been intrigued by death, and so this event was very interesting to us. As sickening as it sounds, him and I had a plan. We were going to see what killed the fish by chopping it up. We grabbed the fish, that already stank, and we brought it to the woods. Every cabin had an axe, which we used to slice open the fish, but what we saw was unexpected. A black, tar-like substance oozed out of every organ in the fish's body, and the smell was putrid.

It was so horrible that we threw the fish in a hole instantly. The hole was this sort of chimney-like thing in the ground. Not sure what its purpose was, but all I know is that it had been long abandoned. But this hole was deep. and thin. No human could reach the fish guts with their bare hands. That night, me and my friend decided to go on a boat ride. There were maybe five of us in the boat, in the lake. We began talking about the things that I'd been hearing, when all of sudden, I heard something that nobody else did. It was that god-awful whisper that I had

heard before. But moments after I told everyone to shut up, something far worse and inexplicable happened. The boat began to rock violently. This wasn't a usual lake current type rock. This was a proper shaking, as if someone was underneath the boat purposely doing this. We all grabbed the oars and pulled back to shore, where we ran as fast as we could to the cabin. The group of us all sat down together on the bunk beds, and we started discussing things way into the night. At around midnight, we had all fallen asleep, but by 2 a.m. we were once again disturbed

of our peace. Something was outside, something shuffling unnaturally through the trees. It was breathing heavily and almost frantically. None of us dared to make a sound. The noise went away and we were relieved, but suddenly we then heard a sound I will never forget. It was a slurping yet crunching sound, as if someone were to eat the oyster shell with the oyster. Even after this, we were still tired enough to fall back asleep. The next morning, one of my friends and I ventured out into the woods, where we had severed the fish.

but looking into the hole revealed something we had almost expected. It was gone. With the exception of some black stains, there was no trace of the mutilated fish. I often think about that day and that night, how a collection of my past experiences came together in one night. The only thing I can think about that entity was that it was some kind of demon.

I want to preface this by saying that I don't really get out much, and the last few years have been pretty rough mentally. Just keep that in mind, I guess. I'm pretty reclusive, only going out when I need to for food, gas, or work. When I got invited to a party, I was initially hesitant, but the guy was cute, and I'd honestly gotten pretty tired of staying in my apartment alone every night, binge-walking, watching whatever on Netflix. The party was at 8, and I left my apartment at 7.45, deciding to walk instead of the 10-minute trek to the frat house to save gas.

I know what it sounds like, 20-something girl, walking to a party, alone at night. But I honestly wasn't worried, even though I should have been in retrospect. I live in a big college town, a bunch of apartments. and frat houses. Not much going on besides parties and cars driving up and down the street. I had personal experience with how quiet and peaceful the town was at night. I'd sometimes sit on the balcony after work and just watch the sky. I'd never hear a single sound,

other than the crickets and the occasional kids playing out in the street later than they should be. The walk to the party was uneventful, as I knew it would. be, and I got there just before it started. I was expecting the frat house to be full of bro dudes and girls, but when I arrived, there was just the guy who invited me. I asked where everyone else was. Ah, don't worry. The party types don't show up until way later, probably grabbing beer or something. Come on in.

I knew that I shouldn't have. Every single part of my body was screaming. at me to not go in, to wait for these supposed party types, so that I wouldn't be alone with this random guy. But I said, sure, okay. I don't know why I went in. Maybe I was desperate after all those years of just going to and from work, never really having friends, never spending any actual time in the town after moving in three years ago.

Was that all this was? a desperate attempt to connect with someone, even if it was a total stranger alone in a frat house. I followed him into the living room, a bunch of snacks and drink cups were on the table. A big karaoke machine in the corner, and a bunch of solo cups lined up in a beer pong formation on the dining table,

which had been moved into the living room, I guess to keep the party somewhat contained. We sat down and talked for a little bit of, a while. He was really nice, charismatic. We talked about his favorite movies. He was a huge Marvel movie guy. I was always into DC more, and we had a friendly argument about which was better. Before long, I started to realize how much time had passed, a half hour at least since we sat down. Then, there were a bunch of knocks on the front door, followed by someone rapidly ringing the doorbell. The guy, whose name will just refer to as D, got up Gingerlean, walked to the door and swung it open.

Let's get this party started, people! It was the other people, there for the party. My chest, which had been tight the entire time waiting for either the party people to show up, or for this guy to make some creepy move on me, finally released and relaxed. The people flooded into the house, kegs of beer, more snacks, and one guy was carrying a big black duffel bag, which I later find out was carrying a metric ton of weed.

The party went on smoothly. For the first time and forever, I had a full conversation with someone new. A few new people, actually. Aside from work, I barely spoke to anyone. Not because I didn't want to, but because I was cripplingly anxious at all social interactions. Around 12 a.m., and I decided that I'd had one too many drinks,

and also my fill of people for probably the next decade. So I say my goodbyes to D and headed out, not before he asked for my number, which I so hesitantly and shakily gave. Not because I was creeped out, but because I think I genuinely liked this guy. I started my trek back home. Like I said before, it was only a ten-minute walk, but I was extremely drunk,

so I had to make more slow and deliberate steps to assure that I didn't trip and smash my face into the pavement. Around what I can only assume was the six-minute mark of the walk, and only about two to three blocks away from my apartment, I started to become aware of a weird and growing feeling of being watched. The walk so far had been me holding myself up against each wall along the way of every building, and taking really slow steps to keep balanced. I never really looked around me at all, just down at my feet and forward. I had a random urge to look back, so I did.

And I wish that I hadn't. Or at least that's how I felt. in that moment, because if I didn't turn around, I wouldn't have seen the broad, dark figure tailing me from about 20 feet behind. It took my brain at least a solid 30 seconds to realize what I was seeing. I didn't stop walking, which was hard, given the circumstances. At first I thought, nothing to worry about. You aren't the only person that can walk around at night.

This is a party town after all. That was before I glanced down at their hand, and I saw the glint of light hit the edge of what I assumed was a long blade extending from their arm. My eyes widened, but before I could turn around and quicken my pace, I tripped over a trash bag that was laying on the sidewalk. I hadn't been looking forward for at least a minute. I was too focused on staring at the person behind me. I pushed myself up and turned back towards the person, who was now closer to tan. 10 feet away from me. I spun around quickly and dizzily and started sprinting in the direction towards my apartment,

screaming for help along the way. But there was nobody. Everyone must have either been at the party or a party. Whoever it was kept pace with me all the way until we reached my apartment. I stumbled up the stairs, and I could hear the pounding of their footsteps on the hard concrete steps. As I reached from my door, I felt a hand grab my hair and pull me down to the ground. I let out a yelp as my head hit the solid ground. This person knelt down.

It was a man, middle-aged. I could smell alcohol on his breath, and he was smiling this horrible, toothy grin at me. He put the blade against my cheek and literally whispered, I've been waiting a long time for this. What the hell was that supposed to even mean? Who was this guy? I flailed my arms and legs, but he'd pinned me down. I thought for sure I was done for when I heard rapid footsteps coming up the stairs.

Suddenly, a large shape hit the man, hard, sending him flying into the railing and then over the side. I heard a loud thud as the man hit the ground below after plummeting two stories. That large shape actually turned out to be D. Turns out after I gave him my number and started walking home, he kept an eye on me to make sure that I would be okay, at least for as long as he could see me. He told me that right before I turned the corner and out of the frat house,

he noticed a man walking from the other side of the street, out near the woods, and the guy went in my direction. so he followed and caught up with us right as the man had pinned me down. The stalker or whatever you want to call him, I guess, he didn't survive. He fell and had a head-on collision with the pavement. The police were called. Me and Dee gave our statements, and thankfully they left. Days later, we did find out the stalker's real name.

I'll keep it in disclosed for. safety reasons. But he'd had a bunch of photos of girls from the town, shot from what seemed to be hundreds of yards away. And in that pile of creepy photos, there were a few of me sitting on my apartment balcony at night, just staring at the sky, and also a few of me driving to and from work.

I then moved out of that place a year later, and moved in with D. After all that happens, I actually gave him more and more of my time until I realized I just didn't feel safe when he wasn't with me. So we started dating, and I never looked back. I'm still working on how I feel about this, and trying to open up more and more every day,

and at least one good thing came out of that whole crap show. The creepiest part about that whole thing is the guy had to have waited in those woods for a few hours. because his house was like an hour away from the rest of the neighborhood. I can't imagine what would have happened if I left the party too early after assuming the D was the bad guy, and decided to act on those earlier impulses. This isn't the first paranormal encounter I've had,

but it is only the second time someone was with me when something strange and inexplicable happened. We moved into a new house, we're currently living in October of last year. I should mention the house we came from also had its share of really creepy happenings, and there's one event that I feel is connected to what happened in the new house. I was home alone with my dog, reading on my bed. My parents at the time were remodeling their bathroom,

and had met with the man who would be doing the job at the home improvement store down the block to look at tiles. Now, this whole encounter is quick and over in a matter of seconds, if I'm going to be honest with you. But even now, years later, I struggled to get it out with shaky hands on my keyboard. Before I get on with it, I just want to say that I was in near silence, meaning no music was playing, no TV, my laptop was off and charging. I was not on my phone, no headphones in. Basically, I wasn't doing anything that would cause noise.

And seeing as I was home alone, the only source of a human voice would have been me. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of the air conditioner. So I was on my bed reading. My dog was downstairs, presumably napping, since he was like 12 years old at the time. He's still kicking. He's 17. but he has a heart condition that causes him to get tired easily. All of a sudden, I hear my mom's voice, greeting the dog like she always does when she comes home.

And I mean exactly the way that she does, switching between English and Spanish, the same tone, everything. I stood up and stretched, but I realized I hadn't heard the door open, so I approached the stairs and very confusedly called out to my mom. Mom? Silence. And then, my dog started screaming. I mean screaming as if he was being tortured. Crying and whining, I started calling out to him scared out of my mind. I took the first step of the stairs down and I immediately froze.

Something felt so, so very wrong. I was flushed with this fear. I knew without a doubt that whatever. ever greeted my dog, was not my mom. Whatever it was, it literally froze me in fear. My dog finally came running up, zoomed right past me and into my room, headed into my bathroom, and hid behind the toilet. Mind you, through tears and shaky hands, I did call my mom. I practically blew her phone up, but all I got was voicemail.

That was the first time something like that had ever happened to me, and I knew I couldn't just explain it off and shelve it in the back of my mind. Later, when my mom got home and I told both of my parents what happened, they brushed it off and thought I was just imagining things. The second time is actually what I'm writing this post on. It happened in November of that year, but in between moving and settling in, finding a new job, My grandmother's declining health and how scared my mom was,

now has been the only time I've gotten to keep calm and tell the story of my second encounter with what I now refer to as the mimic. This new house that we moved into was built literally a month before we moved in. The neighborhood is still under construction. My mom and I were sitting in the family room, giving each other pedicures. my stepfather had gone out with my grandfather to run some errands. We were watching something on Netflix when we both heard my stepdad come in through the front door. My mom called out to him.

Hey, are you okay? To which we both heard him respond, Yeah, honey, I'm good. We heard him open the garage door and go in and obviously thought nothing of it. 20 minutes pass, and we both nearly jump out of our skins when my grandfather opens the backyard door in the family room, peaks his head in, and asks us to open the garage when we had a chance so they could unload the groceries. My mom and I look at each other, again confused as it seems to be an ongoing theme, and she tells him, isn't it open? He just came in.

We both look at each other, and she starts calling out to him, but my grandfather cuts her off and tells her that's impossible, because my stepdad was out back. We go out to look, and there he was, getting out of his car. To not confuse anyone, we have a huge backyard. It's fenced in, and my parents are in the midst of fixing up the backyard of this new house. So my grandfather had gone to the home improvement store to pick up some support, and cement blocks to stand the barbecue on.

That's why they had brought the car into the back. I look at my mom to see that she has the same petrified look on her face. My stepdad is still getting out of the car, not looking at us. He says, Sorry, guys. I left the house key by accident. Can you open the garage door so we can unload the groceries? There's a second fridge in the garage.

It's six people and one home. My mom takes off inside with me trailing behind her, and lo and behold, the lock on the front door was still on, and the garage door was still locked as well. I can't even explain how terrifying this was for my mom and I. We don't speak of it. That day my parents fought for hours. My mom was thinking it was my stepdad playing some kind of prank on her,

but clearly that was not the case. Later that night, when my mom was alone, I approached her, and I asked her what she thought about what happened. My mom looked at me very sharply, looked me dead in the eyes, and said, Don't ever talk about this again. Don't. I didn't personally think about connecting the two experiences until now. But since then, I've not encountered the mimic. I used to babysit and do light housework for this family for many years. They had one kid named Jacob, and at the time, he was probably around eight, I believe.

I started watching him about a year earlier, so I had gotten to know him and his family pretty well. Jacob was your average little boy, nothing weird about him, and he was very soft-spoken and well-mannered. He was obsessed with SpongeBob at the time, so we watched a lot of that, but that was probably the worst it ever got with him. I was already out of high school at this point, so there were times that I watched him last minute when there was an emergency, or something they had to do quickly. So when they called me asking if I could watch him the following day unexpectedly, I didn't hesitate. I didn't have anything to do that day. as I was on summer break from my college courses, so at least I could make some extra money.

When I got there, Jacob's mom, Anna, explained that she had to take her aunt Barb to the hospital for surgery. I don't remember what the surgery was, but it wasn't major. It had something to do with the vein in her leg, I believe, or something similar. Anna was planning to just take Jacob with her, but as kids do, he became a bit upset at the thought of having to sit quietly at a hospital with very little to do. So, she asked if I could watch him. I had to be there around 10 in the morning because her surgery was going to be around noon,

and they wanted to get there earlier for check-in and paperwork. When I arrived, Anna and Barb were both there as she went ahead and stayed the night there. I'd met Barb before, and she was a very sweet lady, and seemed to be fairly close to Jacob as well. He was sitting next to her when I got there, and he was reading a book to her. Anna told me a few of the things and asked me to bring the clothes up from the laundry room. I gave well wishes to the two ladies, and they were off, leaving us to our day. The day started out fine.

I got the laundry out and even folded and put it away. I even helped him put together a little Lego. set. Overall, it was a normal day there. Anna said that she expected to be home a little before visiting hours were over, so she could still come home and make dinner, and said that she would call when she was out of surgery to check in on us. I was expecting to be there until around six, so I was thinking it would be a laid-back day of watching movies and playing around on my laptop. Jacob played in his room some, and then came into the living room and watched TV with me for a while. It was probably around two.

We'd already had lunch, and we went back to watching a movie. But then, out of nowhere, Jacob started whimpering. I looked over at him, thinking maybe he was holding back from laughing because of the movie, but he looked visibly distraught. I asked him if he was okay, and he was. he didn't respond. So I put my hand on his shoulder to get his attention, and that's when he started bawling. The crying was just non-stop, and I had no idea what was wrong. I tried to calm him the best that I could and tell him everything was okay, and tried to find out what was going on.

When he did finally stop to breathe, he said very softly, Barbie's dead. I didn't think I think I quite hurt him, so I asked him again, and he said, Aunt Barbie died. He called his great-aunt Barbie. Knowing that she just went in for something simple, I tried to assure him that she was okay, and that he would probably see her soon, thinking that Anna might take him up there tomorrow or something. He looked so sad for a little boy, like nothing I've ever seen on a kid before.

I was almost choking up myself, but I held it together. I thought for him, but he put his hand on my cheek and smiled, saying, It's okay. She's not in pain anymore. I was pretty confused at this point, and I didn't know what else to say, so I just watched as he sat back down on the couch, led out a big sigh, and continued to watch the movie. I didn't know how to feel about all this, so I didn't know how to feel about all this, so I just watched. I just sat there looking over at him every once in a while and saw him smiling and giggling. I thought that maybe it was just some weird thing he decided to do.

Maybe he overheard them talking about her surgery and was scared, not really knowing what it was, so I just let it be. And I thought I would just tell Anna and her husband, Tom, about it when they got home. It had been a few more hours and a few snacks later, that I realized that Anna hadn't even called me to give me an update. But I just thought that maybe she had forgotten and would call when she got the chance. It was more for her to check in on us, so I wasn't really worried.

But when it hit 5 p.m. and still no word from her, I thought I would call her at least and leave a message saying everything was okay, which I did since she didn't answer. I also called Tom since I knew that he was. got off around seven to give an update as a sly way of calling to see if everything was okay. Soon after, I got a call back from Tom, and he seemed a little disheveled in his conversation when asking how Jacob was. As mentioned, I got to know this family pretty well, so I asked if there was something wrong,

and he said that Barb had had some complications and surgery, delaying Anna from coming home. He then asked if I was willing to possibly stay the night, or at least later, and that they would pay more and also offered to pay for dinner. Of course, I agreed. I gave him well wishes, and then we waited for dinner to arrive. It was probably around nine or so. Jacob had fallen asleep on the floor in his room playing when Tom finally came home. He apologized for making me stay so late, but then told me that Barb had had asked him. actually died during the surgery. I was shocked at first, knowing it wasn't supposed to be life-threatening, but she had complications

with the anesthesia and stopped breathing. It's not something that happened often, I guess, but it was still a risk, and sadly a life was lost. That's when I remembered Jacob's little episode he'd had, and I told Tom about it. I told him about the time and how it was like a switch and the tears started falling, and he claimed that she had passed. He thought it was really strange too and confirmed that they never mentioned that she could die from the surgery or anything like that, so he had no idea where he would have come up with the idea.

Other than that, though, he didn't really have much more to say about it and he thanked me for my time. He tried to pay me double, but it didn't feel right, so I didn't accept it. He told me that Anna had gone to be with her cousins, so she wasn't going to be home that night. I actually talked to Anna about it many months later, not wanting to bring it up too soon, and it seemed to touch her a bit. She said that Barb was like another mother to Jacob, and it feels like their bond was just that strong that she had reached him after she passed, and let him know that she was okay.

It still gives me chills thinking about it to this day. Jacob is almost 17 now, and he has no memory of that day. But he does remember Barb vividly, and says that he felt like he already knew she was gone when his parents finally explained to him what happened. Either way, it was quite the experience for a babysitter. I have a story about something that happened way back when I was only 11. It was about a party that happened at a local skating rink.

This was back when everything worthwhile happened at the skating rink, so, if nothing else, you should be able to tell around when this happened. The rink was one of those ones that was set up to look like a disco. It had a lot of neon lights and a big disco ball that shot light spots all over the place. It was pretty well occupied every Friday and weekend, and a lot of kids my age would hold their birthday parties there. That's actually where this all happened, at a birthday party, specifically for my friend Henry.

Henry was turning 12, and he wanted to have a bunch of us kids out at the skating rink. The party was going awesome. We were playing the arcade games, skating around the big rink, and ate some of their really cheap pizza. So, overall, it was a pretty dang good party for an 11-year-old me. Henry's parents had paid for everyone, but they didn't allow you to rent the whole rink,

so there were people there that weren't part of the party. But then, about halfway through the party, a man walked into the rink. He must have been in his 50s, and he didn't have any kids with him, which was a bit odd since this was a skating rink. His hair was dirty, and his eyes were bloodshot.

And, honestly, I don't know if he was homeless or just a fairly unkempt older man. But he looked completely out of place among a bunch of preteens celebrating a birthday party. Henry's parents were busy setting up the cake,

so they didn't even notice him at first. He just stood there at the entrance and stared at us, watching all of us skate around and scowling. He didn't see him. speak at first. He didn't really move. He just watched. I think I noticed him first, and I felt uncomfortable with how he just stared at me.

It felt like he was trying to intimidate me, like he knew that I knew he was watching, and that he was 100% trying to let me know that I should be scared. I nudged my friend Jimmy, and I pointed him out. He asked who it was, and I sure. telling him that I didn't know. When I pointed him out, this guy finally started moving, which actually scared me even more. I was freaked out by this guy staring at me, but him starting to walk towards me was even worse.

He held that horrible stare as he approached, and I just stood there frozen, thinking about what was going to happen. Henry's dad finally noticed him and approached him cautiously. I could see that he was trying to stop this guy from getting any closer to us kids, but I obviously couldn't hear him over the music. I could tell that the man was not happy to have been stopped, and after a few moments of the two men arguing, he pulled back and head-butted Henry's dad square in the nose, knocking him to the ground.

This caused the chaos to start. Everyone had noticed what had happened, and was watching this crazy, man standing there and breathing heavily. The staff had paused the music and was pretty clearly trying to get the situation under control, but the second the music stopped, this man screamed. I advise you all to leave if you don't want to die. This led to a chaotic situation unraveling as everyone started running for the front

door. Us kids were all rushed out of the building, confused and scared. We all got out, and to the end of the parking lot, Henry's mom asked us if we were all okay and making sure we were all there. Henry's dad took up the end. His face bloodied. I'm pretty sure this guy broke his nose with that headbutt. Obviously, someone had called the cops,

because as we were all getting outside, a number of police cars pulled up and cops all dressed in body armor ran into the building, while the others asked us if we were all okay and tried to figure out what was going on. Henry's mom tried to explain that this guy just ran in and threatened everyone and that none of us had ever seen him before. Long story short, the cops got him restrained and arrested him. We found out that he didn't have any weapons or anything,

so his threat was just that, a threat. and odds are he wouldn't have been able to actually do anything, but none of us wanted to take that chance. Odds are, he was on, something, and whatever it was caused his rage to boil over, and he opted to take it out on Henry's dad, and of course ruin our fun time. This was supposed to be a fun day for Henry, an innocent celebration to welcome him to his last year as a preteen. But, instead, it turned into a nightmarish experience that none of us who were there would ever forget. That man's face was burned into my memory, and honestly, I'm beyond glad that I've never seen him again. So, this may not be creepy to some, but I certainly thought it was, or at the very least unsettling, considering it was a child.

I started watching this little girl, Bailey, in about 2002. I'd been babysitting for a few years at that time, and my parents made for a great free walking advertisement. Bailey was actually my mom's boss's daughter. She was okay for the most part. I would say she was probably your typical only child that got anything that she wanted. She was definitely spoiled. They didn't really have any rules on things she wasn't allowed to have or do.

The only real rule was that, if I was watching late, she had to be in bed by nine. Even though she was very much aware of this rule, she always gave me grief about it. She would whine, beg, or delay as much as possible, like spending way too long washing her hands to avoid bed. Otherwise, if she got in trouble or told no, she tried throwing tantrums. I grew up with some pretty tough grandparents, and they did not tolerate that kind of thing, so I pride myself on being able to stop the kids that I babysat from doing the same. It worked on her for the most part when she realized that it wouldn't change my answer. I would assume it typically worked on her parents.

There were a few times that she would get pretty angry and try to hit or kick me, and I made sure to let her know that that was never okay, so she would be sent to her room until she calmed down. Since my mom knew her mom, I asked her beforehand as to what, if anything, I should tell her parents, and she agreed that I should tell them everything. Her behavior was not okay. and it was best to get it under control now while she was still so young.

So, one time, when her dad got home, I told her what was going on. He reminded me of my own dad in the sense that he seemed like the enforcer, as opposed to the mom being the spoiler. He agreed that she was being aggressive and tried doing the same to her mom, but never tried with him. and he promised that they were working on it. I felt like he was being honest and pretty much left it at that. I know there were a few times that she seemed to get upset,

but without me even saying anything, she would drop what she was doing and storm off to a room. She would then come out a short time later and continue doing what she had started. But then she started getting creepy. In the living room there was a corner that was her play area. It had some of her bigger setups like the play kitchen that had a sink, an oven, and an overhead cabinet, as well as a small chest that had the kitchen stuff in it and some of her toys.

I was reading a book while the TV was playing some show that she had turned on. She moved over to her toys and would go back and forth between watching and playing. She had some kind of doll that she was pretending like she was talking to and making food for on the stove. I would look up on occasion just to see what she was doing, but otherwise I let her do her thing. But then, I could hear her whispering, but it was fast, like she was really trying to get her point across.

I figured she was still just playing around, so I didn't look up from my book and just listened. She would then sigh and whisper something else that I couldn't make out. I couldn't help but look up when I started hearing a thudding sound, and all I saw was her smashing this doll's head into the cabinet door. I watched this play out for a few seconds and a few head smashes, when I finally tried to get her attention by saying, Bailey, what are you doing?

And her only response was, she's getting punished. I, again, just watched until she finally stopped. She threw the doll in the little play oven, and then slammed it shut. Only a little alarmed, I asked her why she did that. And she told me that she made her mad because she wouldn't get into the car. She had like a little Barbie car that she was trying to put it into, but it was too big. That was a bit aggressive for her, so I told her that what she was doing was pretty mean,

and that's not something she should think about doing when she gets angry. She then looked at me confused, saying, Daddy said this was okay, because they're not real. That was pretty scary to me. I understand trying to offer alternatives to hitting or kicking people, but I don't feel like this was a good solution. So I tried myself. I said it was okay to be frustrated or angry,

but that being violent was never a good way to release the anger. While I was talking to her, she interrupted me, saying with the smile, but it's okay to kill my dolls, because they're not real and they can't scream and get me in trouble. I didn't even know how to respond. I guess her dad wasn't as assertive as I thought he was. I swear, I felt like a parent that day trying to explain to this child as to why what she was doing was not okay. Real or fake.

She did love to color, and she liked to set things up like poses and color it. She once had a stuffed animal sitting on the floor holding something, and she drew and colored it. It still looked like a young kid did it, but you could make out what it was supposed to be. I thought since she was so passionate about it that I'd have. told her to try to use that as a way to relieve stress instead of being so violent. She seemed confused at first, as kids do, but then started to like the idea. I tried being a little silly about it and drew an angry rabbit, so she started to draw more. I didn't know what to do with this, though, because it seemed like her dad knew about it.

I didn't feel like the violence was okay by any means. though, so again, I told my mom about it and she agreed that they should at least know what happened. She said that she would talk to her boss about it because she was pretty cool with her, and I remember kind of joking with her dad about it when I brought it up. I continued to watch her, and she had a few more outburst, but I would always give her that look and she would storm off to her room and start coloring aggressively. I don't know if she did it all the time when I wasn't there, but I hope they kept up with it or something better than violence.

Her dad said he was working on the outbursts with her, but never really specified how. I stopped watching her after a year or so when I moved out of state, but I've wondered how she is mentally. It's people like that that I hope grow out of that kind of thing, but it's still kind of creepy. to think about what it could turn into. This event happened when I was around 8 to 10 years old,

in the garden of the house that I used to live in. I'm telling the story as I remember it, without fabricating anything whatsoever. One day, I was playing in my garden. I liked to play with the ball that I had, or look through the chain-link fence, which separated our family's property from a river. Now, to explain the situation which occurred, I need to explain the shed that we had in the garden.

The shed was placed directly at the back of the garden in the middle of the chain link fence. This meant I could enter the shed from the front, go to the right side of the shed or the left, but not the back, as it was placed in front of the fence. Another important note is that the right wall of the shed had a window that would grant you vision of the inside of the entire shed. One of the things I really enjoyed doing was walking over to the right side of the shed, knocking on the window three times,

ducking down and then getting up and looking directly at the window. I remember doing this because it was fun for little me, but of course nothing would ever show itself, and I only did this as a way to role play. This day was very different. Although parts of my memory are hazy, I remember the main event with perfect detail. I was watching the river through the fence,

and then I walked to the right side of the shed. I knocked on the window three times and then ducked down. When I jumped back up and looked through the window, a pale white humanoid thing sprouted up and looked at me. I remember it looking me in the eyes, and then it opened its mouth and started moving it. It wasn't moving it in a way as if it was talking, but it was just moving its lower jaw really fast.

It's hard to describe. It was just moving its mouth really quick, and I felt maliciousness coming from this creature. After that, it just ducked back, down just as quickly as it had came. The situation must have been five seconds long. I remember just staring at the window dumbfounded, completely shocked at what I saw. Even though remembering the situation now makes me really creeped out and scared,

8 to 10 year old me was more curious and perplexed than frightened. So I did what any curious child would have done, and I entered the shed. After all, there was only one way in and out, which was the front door. The only window of the shed could not be opened anyway, so that things should have been inside. When I walked into the shed, I saw nothing. The shed itself is really small, so there would have been nowhere to hide. I just remember being confused more than anything, so I closed the door and continued playing outside. Looking back at the situation as an adult, I would have absolutely run away, as the thing was only human-shaped, but definitely not from our world.

Also, I get scared easily as well. The situation only happened once to me, and never again, even though I played the window knocking ritual dozens of times after the event occurred. I wouldn't be surprised if it was an overactive imagination, and I'm definitely open to that idea. The only problem was that the creature felt so real, and I can't imagine young me conjuring such a creepy thing from my mind. I also thought that maybe it was my reflection being slightly distorted as it rose up at a similar time that I did. The only problem with that theory is that the creature ducked down while I was still standing up. If you guys have any theories, suggestions, ideas, or just some questions, then feel free to let me know what you think. And thanks for listening to this story.

I used to work at an organization for about eight years that used to do office holiday parties. They would specifically throw a really big party for the Christmas season, as companies do, and they absolutely treated it as a moment for all of us to come together, to let loose, and celebrate another year of hard work. And I will say that we all took advantage of it. Well, for the most part. There was one year, about halfway through my tenure at that company, where the party didn't go as planned.

And it was one of those nights where I don't think anyone involved will ever forget it. The company had actually put a lot of money into the party. The CEO actually wrote the check for the party, and had rented out the local Dave and Busters for the night. I don't know how much it cost to do so, but I can only imagine that it was excessive. They paid for the food, everyone had a couple drink tickets,

and I wanted to say that it was one of the nicest parties I had ever been to. The night started off comfortably enough. but as time went on it was pretty clear that some people were drinking more than they were supposed to, and some of the people started to get loud, or really giggly. One of my co-workers, a man that wasn't on my team, but I thought that I knew pretty well, was a man named Joseph. Joseph had always been a bit of a wild card. He was an absolute genius based on the conversations I'd had with him,

but he was also a bit volatile, unpredictable. He'd been on a corrective action for a month at this point, which was basically a situation of, he screwed up, the boss wasn't happy, and he had to not screw up again for 90 days, or else he'd be canned. When I saw him at the party, he seemed to be in a decent mood. But that quickly changed when his manager, Leo, showed up.

Leo had called him over during the party, and they had a conversation that I couldn't hear, but I could see Joseph's face getting a bit red. Leo then patted him on the shoulder and walked away, leaving Joseph looking like he was about to explode. I made it a point to ask if he was okay, and he just shook his head before walking toward the bar and slamming his drink tickets down while just staring off at nothing in particular. Others noticed his anger, too. A few people watched him as he walked away, but no one else said anything to him. We just kind of watched as this situation unfurled.

There's something about train wrecks and the human psyche. About an hour had passed since that conversation occurred, and the whole time, I noticed that Joseph was downing drink after drink. This is a recipe for bad things being about. about to happen. I've seen the results of alcohol when it's mixed with anger, and I had a really bad feeling that something was about to happen. And of course, it did.

Leo had been mingling with the other employees, playing some of the games down in the arcade, and then he walked up to the bar to get something to drink. I don't know if it was something else that Leo had said to Joseph when he was ordering, or if it was just that the timing was right. But Joseph stood up, straightened his back, and he slammed Leo in the face with a really hard right fist. It went from a single punch to Joseph grabbing Leo by the throat

and slamming his head against the bar. Joseph's face was twisted with aggression. People screamed, glasses shattered, and chairs toppled over as everyone scrambled to get away. to escape this insane scene that was unfolding in front of us. Thankfully, there were police that were in the area, as this Dave and Busters was in an outdoor mall. And it took five of us to pull Joseph off of Leo

before the police were running in to get his hands and cuffs. I will never forget how Joseph laughed as he was being dragged out by the cops. And he shouted, I guess I won't be needing that reference after all, huh, Leo? So, obviously, the party was ruined. And we were trying to keep things calm while the paramedics rushed in to get Leo, rushed him out of the building, and then we were all left in the mess left behind by that crazy situation.

Thankfully, Leo was mostly okay. He had some pretty nasty damage to his face, and his head, though. A lot of scars, and one of his eyes was actually permanently messed up. We later found out that the initial conversation that Leo and Joseph had was Leo telling Joseph to enjoy the party because he was officially fired after that night. Joseph apparently was going through some things at home as well,

which explained why he was there alone, considering I knew that he was married. The alcohol was just the trigger that set him over the edge, and Leo just happened to walk up to the bar right when Joseph was having those dark thoughts. It was an unfortunate situation for Leo, and Joseph had pretty clearly just snapped. That night changed things for a lot of us,

and it changed the holiday parties from then on. The company set up much smaller parties, more so just the teams having their get-togethers, no more alcohol whatsoever, and parties were no longer allowed to be places where any administrative decisions were made. So, basically, managers could no longer fire people at the parties. Every year after that, though, when it came time to plan for the parties, there were always whispers about Joseph, and how crazy that night was. So I live with my mom, and one night I woke up early.

I went to my mom's room and she was up to on her phone. I go in her room and sit next to her for a couple of minutes. It was dark, back in the summer around July or August, about 4.45 a.m. It was dead quiet, and then out of nowhere, we hear something fall outside. It sounded really heavy, but we didn't hear anything on the roof, so it was like it kind of fell from the sky. And even the floor vibrated when it fell. It sounded as if it was at least 200 to 300 pounds. Anyways, it fell right outside of our window, and it started growling, like a legit demon or something.

It sounded demonic in the way it was growling. It was like it was saying something in some kind of demonic language. Like if you talked into a recorder and then reversed it. It was really creepy. And then it sounded like it was running to the other side of the backyard. It was stomping and still growling the whole time. Me and my mom were freaking out. We both then turned off our phones because of the light.

literally no animal could have related to what this thing was doing. The closest thing to even somewhat compare it to, at least its sound, is a bear. I was about to go outside because I'm a dumb 14-year-old, but my mom stopped me. It went away for like 10 minutes. We turned our phones back on, and then it came running back. It growled even more, and then we heard scraping. We didn't know where it was, but we heard hard scraping. It then ran to our left.

There's a fence to our neighbor's house really close, and it kept running, and it was just gone. It was so loud, and then it just disappeared. It didn't hit the fence or anything. Me and my mom think that it might have come from another dimension, like it fell from the freaking sky. It was horrible. What do you guys think it was?

Me and my mom have been wondering about this for so long, and it still terrifies us. If you've had any experience like this, please do tell. We haven't heard anything like this that has happened. Any help would be appreciated. We have countless stories of hauntings, but this story was the worst yet. For some background, my great-grandmother, who passed away in 2010, came from a family of Swiss immigrants who arrived in the U.S. in the late 19th century. They owned a bunch of land near Montpelier, Idaho, where they worked a dairy farm.

This area is pretty rural, and back then I would imagine it was even less populated, so the story might seem all the more creepy through that lens. I actually heard this second hand from my grandpa. I don't know why my great-grandma never told me this herself, because I would have loved to have asked her for more details. Based on her age, this would have happened in the early 1920s when she was around seven to ten years old. She and her sisters were in the car with their dad when they had to pull over for a minute and run in to grab something from one of the farm buildings. They're out in the middle of nowhere, basically, with nothing but feel. for miles.

Not another person in sight. While my great-grandmother and her sister were waiting in the back seat, some kind of huge, hairy creature suddenly appeared out of nowhere and stared at them through the car window. According to my grandpa, my great-grandmother said this creature had a very human-like face, but clearly was not human. It was almost pitch black, and had very mangled hair.

There was something really off about its eyes, and the fact that it wore a long, flowing white robe that was out of place for the time period and location. She described its expression as curious, and a bit confused, but not exactly malicious, though it obviously scared the crap out of them nonetheless. The girl screamed and cried until the father heard them and came running back to the car,

but by the time he got there, the thing had wandered off out of sight. They never saw it again. My great-grandma was an extremely sweet, kind, but no-nonsense kind of lady. She wasn't really the superstitious type, and she would always just kind of chuckle at my over-the-top obsession with Harry Potter,

so she wasn't the type to sort of make this story up. According to my grandpa, she attested to its truthfulness until her dying days, never once taking it back or denying it as some kind of childhood prank on their father. Does anyone have any idea what she and her sister might have seen? My initial thought was Bigfoot, but the white rope thing kind of threw me off. I've never heard of a Bigfoot account where the creature was wearing clothes. I live in St. Paul, Minnesota. And apparently, there are tall black creatures that walk along the river on the east side of St. Paul. I don't expect you to know where these places are.

I've never experienced or seen these myself, mainly because I haven't tried to seek them out yet. I plan on doing that in the summer. It's winter right now. Anyways, I have an old-timer friend that says it's real. and that they've seen these things with their own eyes. I'm pretty skeptical about all this, but they say it is a tall, black creature, roughly as big as a two-story house, and when they get spotted by these things, they run off.

Apparently they're shy and don't like confrontation. My grandma has an old friend that lives by the river, and during the summer nights they always walk past her home. My grandma's friend is pretty used to them, but her daughter isn't. My grandma's friend offered my grandma to stay and see them, but she said she was too scared to see them, and I don't blame her. To be honest, I don't know why she hasn't recorded them.

I've tried to do, quote-unquote, research, but can't find anything on these things. Anyways, the main reason why I think this might be true is because of a friend of mine. I'm currently in high school and am a senior. In my sophomore year of high school, I had a one-off friend that I only talked to during that semester. So one day I'm talking about these things in class,

and he blurts out, I thought I was crazy, because when I used to live in St. Paul on the east side, I would see these every night. He was visibly flustered when he said that. because he thought he was the only one that was seeing these things. It's currently winter in Minnesota, and I'm going to make an update this post in the summer

because I'm going to go see these things for myself. So, yeah, see ya. Hey, Raven, I have a super weird story from when I was a teenager and used to babysit this kid named Devin. And this was back in the 80s. So, some of the details may escape me, but I can remember the majority of what happened during the summer that I had to watch him pretty clearly. Some people out there may say it was nothing creepy or that it wasn't a big deal, but to me it was terrifying. And it's something that I still cannot explain, nor do I know if there really is an explanation.

Other than, it's a weird thing that happened. Devin was an only child, and he was the son of one of my mother's co-workers. The co-worker that my mother used to carpool with, actually, which made things convenient. When Summer came around, she asked if I wanted to watch him for the months that he was off school, and it was going to be in their house during the days, so I was all for it. Plus, she was going to pay me $50 a week, so that was a huge bonus for me. being 15 and all. I had met Devin once or twice, and what I knew about him was mostly positive.

He seemed like a good kid when we had met, and I had no reservations against it at all. He was about six at the time, so he was decently self-sufficient at some things, but still needed help with other things, and obviously could not be left alone. honestly, it wasn't even that big of a deal when I went to watch him. And the first week went great. It was the second week where things started getting weird. My mom dropped me off at the house, and I went in, and Devin was actually still asleep, which was a bit off. His mother told me that he had been up late, and to just go ahead and let him sleep.

After about two hours, he finally got up and came down the stairs, and he stopped at the base of the stairs and just kind of stared at me. I asked him what was up and if he was okay, and he just stood there, wobbling and staring. It was kind of like he was still asleep while he was standing there, but I don't think that he was sleepwalking. After a few minutes, he looked straight out, me and said, I'm sorry. I wasn't sure what he meant, so I asked him what he was sorry for. He kept

staring and then walked away to the kitchen and got his breakfast. I wasn't exactly sure what he was going on about or what he meant by it, so I just let it go. And that's when things got weird. That night, I had the weirdest nightmare. In the dream, I was at the house watching Devin, except he wasn't acting like himself. He was sitting on the couch and rocking back and forth aggressively, the whole while mumbling about how things were wrong. In the dream, I asked him if he was okay like I had that morning, and he attacked me.

He jumped on me and started scratching at my face. I woke up in a cold sweat after that, kind of panicking, like, what the hell kind of nightmare was that? It would have been fine if it was a one-time thing, but I had this nightmare numerous times after that night. Watching Devon was always fine. He never did anything weird in real life, but then every single night I would have one of those terrible nightmares where he would be this horrifying being. He would attack me, scratch at me, claw out my throat. In some of the dreams, he would actually try to murder me.

He would swing at me with a knife, try to stab me, or choke me out. It got to the point where I was hardly sleeping because of how scared I was of having these dreams. And I was actually almost scared to see Devin. He was such a sweet and loving kid in real life, but the nightmares were getting to the point that they were affecting how I was seeing him. I would be sitting on the couch and he would get up to get something, and the second he moved, I would jump. Like, I was actually scared of him running at me and attacking me. I had these nightmares every night the entire time that I watched him,

and it really messed with my mental health. What made it even weirder was that the day that school started back up and I was done babysitting him, the nightmare stopped happening abruptly. I was horrified that I was going to keep having these dreams on school nights, and that I was going to struggle with sleeping because of it. But it just didn't happen. I have no idea why I had these haunting dreams the whole time that I watched him.

I have no idea what prompted my brain to create this really weird scenario, but they didn't start until that day that he came down and told me that he was sorry. It was almost as if he was apologizing to me for causing the dreams in advance. advance. Some people will likely say that I was having dreams about him because I was seeing him every day, and that makes sense. But what doesn't make sense is the fact that they were such terrifying nightmares, and that they started on that specific day. Nor does it make sense to me that I had the same type of nightmare every single night, and then for them to just stop happening when I was done watching him. I don't know if people will see that.

this as something weird or potentially paranormal, or if they'll just say it was a dumb coincidence. But to me, it was scary. And I thought it would be neat to share it with you and your audience, so thank you for reading. So, last night, I awoke at around 3 a.m. after going to bed at 12. I went to get some water and sat back down in my bed, staring out my window. I live in a heavily wooded area in New York, not the city, so hopefully that helps set the scene a little. I was looking out my window, and there are many trees visible outside my window, as my house is on a cliff side. I'm kind of at the middle of the 30-foot tall trees.

The window I was looking out overlooked the cliff, and the trees are right in front of me. The moonlight illuminated something on one of the trees. It was a humanoid-like figure, and its features were barely visible through the darkness. I looked at it in fear, as it was about seven feet tall, but appeared to be crouched down on the sturdy branch. After about ten seconds, it turned its head and looked at me. Its eyes were red, and it stared at me for about another ten seconds, and then it looked like it fell off the branch. I rushed to the window to see what had happened to the thing,

but it took off into the bushes and greenery of the forest floor. It moved fast. I saw the bushes moving as it got further away in the moonlight. I would like to know if anyone knows what this creature was. I believe in the paranormal, but I hadn't yet had any encounters with anything besides this. I did some shallow research, and I believe what I saw was possibly a Wendigo, although I'm not sure at all. If you think you know anything, please reach out to me.