As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Scary Stories For Dark Dreams - Volume 13 | ATRD Podcast

Episode Date: September 22, 2024

Today we have more than 2 hours of True Horror Stories with a lovely late night ambience. This is part of the "Scary Stories for Dark Dreams" series, which is a collection of stories put together for the sake of sleep or simple background noise. This collection includes The following true scary stories: Strange & Scary Stories, Ex Lover Stories, Dating App Horror Stories, And Scary Birthday Stories. 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 Join ➤ https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCkW0ihdMHfBUjQrMKjRto6g/join Or 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. 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, I used to be super skeptical when it came to paranormal or supernatural stuff. A hardened, non-believer of anything that wasn't right in front of my eyes on the regular. Obviously, that's not the case anymore, and I have a story to tell you that explains why I changed my perspective. I used to work for a rental company. I was contracted with them as a handyman doing basic fix-it work for their tenants.

The company was a realty company that managed a few houses, some apartments, and duplexes, things like that. It was a great paying job being in a small town and all, and most of the tenants. were great people that were just happy to see me. The specific job that I got called on was a minor electrical issue at an old house that they were renting out on the edge of town. It was an older house, two-story, really nice on the outside.

I knocked on the door and an older gentleman greeted me with a bit of a scowl asking what I wanted. When I told him I was there to look at the electrical issue, his whole demeanor changed, and he welcomed me in. He explained that he was having issues with one of the lights in the attic, and that it would flicker every time the lights were on up there, but that he had changed the bulb and it didn't seem to fix the issue.

He even said that he put in an LED, thinking that it was an issue with the bulbs. I told him I would go take a look and then see if I could fix it, or if we needed to get a full-on electrician. I went up to the attic and, sure enough, he was right. There wasn't much room among the boxes, but I got into the attic, set up my step-ladder, and checked out the housing where the flickering bulb was. It's not really important to the story, but I did find an issue with one of the wires that was an easy fix. So I got to work splicing and capping.

As I was doing so, I heard someone say something behind me. thinking it was the old man I shouted back. Just a moment, I think I actually found the issue. But when I went back to work, I heard it again. This time it was more a whisperer than someone speaking regularly. I paused to listen to it, and it seriously sounded like someone was whispering in a different language. It was one dominant voice going on,

and it sounded like it was really close to me. It was creepy, but I just shook it off, thinking I was maybe hearing the TV downstairs, or just getting freaked out at the fact that I was standing in a dark, creepy, crammed attic. I finished replacing the wire and screwed the housing back into the ceiling. When I dropped my screwdriver, I reached down to grab it, and when I did, I paused. It occurred to me that the attic wasn't as dark as it should have been. I glanced over and noticed something glowing under an old and dusty sheet. The nosy part of me got the best of the situation, and I was curious as to what it was.

So I stepped over and pulled the sheets to the side, only to find an old, big, tube TV. It was just on a static screen, because it obviously didn't have an antenna or anything, and I was just kind of amused at seeing a model that old. It was the kind that had the wooden frame around it, the really old ones, which you don't see very often, especially not in the condition that this thing was in. As I was marveling over the TV, a thought clicked in my head. I mentioned a moment ago about how it wasn't as dark as it was supposed to be, because of the TV. And it should have been dark, because the power was off in the attic. I had flipped the breaker.

There was no power going to anything up there. And, of course, when I grabbed the power cable on the back of the TV, it wasn't plugged into anything. Meaning this TV had no electricity running to it, yet it was showing me a moving static visual somehow. At that point, I was done. A haunted TV in a dark attic was the start to a horror moment. movie. And I don't really like horror movies, so I went ahead and grabbed my tools and stepped down to flip the breaker back on and see if the light was fixed. It was, thankfully, and I went ahead and went down to tell the owner. He was satisfied. I was terrified, but hiding it well,

and everything was copacetic. So I told him to have a lovely night, and I left. That's probably the only I've ever had something creepy happened on a job. And honestly, it might not sound like much, but an unpowered TV clicking on while you're working in a dark attic, it was enough to make me go from skeptic

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from way back. when I was a 16-year-old girl. Back then, as most kids do, I thought I was invincible, and like no one could tell me what to do or run my life. I had it in my head that anyone that tried to give me advice or told me that I should do anything was trying to control me, and I was unwilling to listen to them.

Basically, I was your stereotypical teenager, girl that was in love with the first guy that had paid any attention to her. The problem was that he, in and of himself, was a problem. He was 20, and had a car, and was into a few substances. I never dove down that rabbit hole with him, but I was there when he would use, so I saw what it did to him, how he would get, and so on. I'm pretty sure it goes without saying that my parents did not like me being with a 20-year-old guy that was a user, and was probably on a list down at the local police station of people to watch.

That, plus the fact that, again, I was 16 at the time that all took place. Yeah, they really didn't like me being with him. Unfortunately, my parents were pushovers. They never found that balance of being assertive and being relaxed. They would tell me that I wasn't allowed to see him, and I would just roll my eyes and laugh. Then, I would say I was going over to my friend Lisa's house and would just meet him at the corner of the street. They knew they just never stopped me, which is ultimately what comes. caused this whole thing to play out.

For my ex, we're going to go with the name Jason. Obviously, that's not his name, but it works. Jason was one of those guys that literally gave zero cares, and that's probably where I developed that mentality. If it helps to explain the dynamic between he and I, we met at school. Now, I know what you've got. may be thinking, you were 16, he was 20, so it could have been you were a freshman and he was a senior

type of situation if the two of you were together for two years prior to the events. But nope, that would actually almost have been a better situation than what it was. Jason was actually hired as a janitor at my school during my sophomore year. So, when, When we met, he was an adult in authority at my school, and I was a clueless 16-year-old girl. And as all wonderful romances go, we actually first spoke during lunchtime when I went to throw my trash away, and he was cleaning up a mess on the floor by the garbage cans. Looking back, the fact that he talked to me and hid on me back when I was a student, raises a lot of red flags.

But at the time, I was just happy to be getting positive attention. Because as non-controlling as my parents were, they were also just simply not present in most of my life. So now that you know who Jason is, and the fact that he was obviously a predator, I think it's best to get into the events that took place. At this point, we had been together for a few months, probably close to four or five, and the school year was getting close to being over.

At this point, I hadn't had a whole lot of time to spend with Jason, as I'd been cramming for my finals, because deep down, I was still that nerdy girl that wanted to get good grades, and despite the fact that my grades had been kind of slipping, I was not going to fail my 10th grade year. Because I was studying, I wasn't seeing Jason as much as he had liked, which he made obvious every time he saw me in school. He would pull me away into an empty section of the hallway to make out with me and grope me.

By this point, we hadn't consummated our relationship completely, and he'd been pretty good about keeping his hands off of me while we were in the school building. But around this time, he started to not seem to care as much. It was like the less he saw me, the more hands-on he would get when he did see me. Unfortunately for him, this was the early 90s, and our school did have cameras. And I think you can see where this is kind of good. going. He ended up getting fired, and the school threatened that they were going to have to give the footage to the police as I was a minor. Now, you may think that this is where the story ends,

but no, it's not. This was more the cause of what actually happened. On the day that Jason got fired, he drove back up to the school near the end of the day and waited for me out front. As I walked out to get on the bus, he shouted out to me and waved for me to come over. I was a bit confused as he usually got off the shift after I got home, but it was a nice surprise, so I hopped into his van and we drove away. Now, at first, I thought we were just going to do the normal things that we did when we were together. But something seemed a bit different this time around. He looked agitated and almost scared.

I tried to ask him about what was wrong, and he shushed me, which was really strange to me. I let it go for a little while, but I then quickly realized that we weren't heading in the direction of anything that I knew, so I asked him again what was going on. He pulled over into the parking lot of a store, and just kind of sat there for a moment, staring out into the empty space. I wasn't sure what to do, so I sat there in silence for a little while with him and just accepted that something was going on

and that he would tell me what it was eventually. After a bit of this, he asked me if I loved him, which was a strange thing to ask, especially sitting in a K-mark parking lot. Now, at this point, there hadn't been an exchange of I love yous between us. I was still shy about things, and while there had been some intimacy that happened, it never went all the way, and we never talked about love. However, I was a child, with a child's brain, and that's the honest truth. He was in a position of power over me because he was an adult.

And he had the authority. And I thought that what we had was, in fact, love. Being the dumb little girl that I was, I told him that I did love him. He then asked if I wanted to be with him, and again, I told him that I wanted to be with him more than anything else. He nodded while it looked like he was starting to cry. He then told me that he had been fired from the school because they saw us kissing on the camera. I thought that this was the whole problem, that he'd been fired and that it was my fault. I know now it wasn't my fault, but back then I blamed myself.

So I thought that he was going to break up with me or something, and I told him I was so sorry that it happened, and then mentioned that it was because of me and that I would try to tell the school that I should be the one punished and not him. He then says that he didn't care about the job. He cared about losing me, and that not being at the school meant that he would never see me again. He threw in a few flattering adjectives there to, I guess, really lighten the mood, and then looked me straight in the eyes and told me that he loved me and wanted to be with me forever. At this point, I was bawling and telling him that I was sorry that I wanted to be with him too, which he took as the go-ahead for his plan.

His plan was to drive off into the sunset with me in the passenger seat and, I guess, live with me forever in his minivan. I really don't know what he was thinking long-term, or if he was at all at that moment, but he looked at me and said, They're not going to take you away from me. You're mine. I kind of just nodded and said okay, unsure of what exactly that meant,

but he put the car in drive and took off from the point. parking lot toward the highway. Now, at first, the adrenaline and excitement of running away from the city that I had always known and from my life was great. I was excited to get out onto the road and be free from whatever burdens there were of being a suburban 16-year-old girl, whatever that means. We drove until around 1 or 1.30 in the morning, just going straight out until he felt like he couldn't drive anymore. I didn't have my license, so our only option was to pull off somewhere and sleep. My thought was, of course, a hotel or a motel. His plan was for us to sleep in the cluttered area in the back of the van. So, we crawled back there and I told him goodnight, which was not

part of his plan. I'm not going to get into the entire detail of everything. that happened here, because I don't want to relive a lot of it, and some readers may have dealt with similar trauma. I'm just going to say that he wanted it, I told him no, and that I wasn't personally ready for it, and then it happened anyway. This was the first point where he was ever physically violent or aggressive with me. Prior to this, minus the groping and the few other sexual things that had happened between us, he had never been aggressive.

This was, to the point that he hurt me. And that's where I'm going to leave that. The next morning was obviously awkward. I felt like he had violated my trust and violated me, but I also felt like maybe that was a normal feeling. mostly because I had no idea what normal was in this circumstance. It was weird, because he wouldn't look at me when we woke up, and he barely even spoke to me when we got on the road.

It was like he knew what had happened was wrong, but instead of facing it, he had to shut me out. We got back on the highway and started to head west, which I guess was his plan, but while we drove, he just kept staring forward. forward and not speaking, not looking at me, not even acknowledging me. Every time I would say something, he would give a short answer or just ignore me. Again, I felt like I had done something wrong here.

Like I had done something to make him mad and I was so very confused about the whole situation. Then I said something that I guess I shouldn't have. I asked him when we were going to go back home. I don't know why I asked this. I don't know what made me think we would ever be going back home, like this wasn't seriously a kidnapping, but I just straight up asked him, when are we going to go back? As soon as I asked this, he launched into a tirade about how much of an ungrateful bitch I was. How I obviously didn't love him, and now he was disgusted with the fact that he had given himself to me, only for me. to be so ungrateful.

This went on for quite a while. I just started crying and staring out at the road while he screamed at me and berated me. I think it was at this point that I realized I may have made a mistake. Better late than never, right? We drove for a while longer until he pulled off the highway and parked at a gas pump

and then said that he needed to fill the tank up. He handed me a $20 bill and told me to go pay the man inside. At this point, I think I was a literal mess. Having not showered, slept in a hot van all night, been on the road for almost 24 hours and sobbing endlessly, but I told him okay, and I walked into the gas station to give the clerk the money. As soon as I got in, and I went to. hand him the cash, I glanced over to get the pump number, and I watched as Jason started the van and drove off. I just stood there and watched this man that had taken me from my home,

and taken what was left of my innocence, abandoned me in an off-the-highway gas station. I had no idea where I was. I had no money other than the $20, and this was the early 90s, so I didn't have a cell phone. All I had was my small shoulder bag, and I carried it more for aesthetic than utility. Standing there, watching him drive away, and then looking at the clerk who was just staring at me confused, I think that was the most surreal moment of my life. I just kind of blinked and opened my mouth to talk, and then puked what looked at me. little I'd eaten for the past day on the floor of his store.

He told his co-worker to call 911 for me and ran over to stop me from falling onto the ground and just kept telling me that I was going to be okay. The ambulance showed up, as well as the police, and they took me to a nearby hospital for checkup. Around this time, was actually when I learned where I was. He had abandoned me at a gas station about a. an hour away from Colorado Springs. And to tell you how far that was, we lived close to central Illinois. He had driven me across our home state, through part of Missouri, most of

Kansas, and then into Colorado, and just left me there after violating me. After I got to the hospital and was given fluids and food to get me stable, the police started asking questions. And that's when I let the floodgates open. I told them everything. I told them about Jason, who he was, what we were. I told them about what he had done the night before, everything up to the point that he left me at the gas station. I dug my home phone number out of my purse and asked them to please call my parents.

They took it, and they told me to try to relax while they took the situation from there. and let me tell you I absolutely did. I think I passed out as soon as they left the room. The next thing I remember was being woken up and told that my parents had been contacted and that they were on their way to come and get me. Obviously, I had a lot of explaining to do to my parents about everything. I told them about what had happened, and I apologized non-stop for putting them through this.

I know I probably scared them to death when I didn't come home that night, and I can imagine they were terrified when they got a call from a Colorado police department, saying they were calling about their daughter. The police did eventually catch Jason. He was heading to California, and after they learned about it, they put out a call to look for his car. They pulled him over, and they arrested him from there.

Thankfully, me being a minor, and the cameras at the station catching him pulling up and me getting out of the car, alongside the footage of what had happened at the school, was enough to put him away for a very long time on a number of charges. Those charges include kidnapping, of course. I had to testify against him and explain how he had manipulated me, but after that, I never. saw him again. Now, I won't say it was easy getting past this whole thing. Thankfully, I wasn't pregnant after that night, which was a real fear of mine. I did have to go to a therapist for a while to really work through it, though. And eventually, I was able to say that it was not my fault, that he had coerced me, and that I was a child being led by an adult in this situation.

This was around 30 years ago at this point, and while it still does bring back those uncomfortable feelings, it's more important for me to look forward and remember that I am a stronger person now. I have a life that I'm happy with, and he'll be rotting in prison until he's at least in his 60s. A few years ago, I decided to try online dating. I had a few passes and a few that went nowhere. but I thought I was finally getting lucky when I met Sarah. I used a site where the guy had to mark interested in someone, and if the girl was interested, then she could message them to initiate. I guess it made for less harassment.

I had a few pass me up or ignore me, which was fine. I know I'm not everyone's type, so I marked interested in Sarah, and I waited. I almost gave up when I didn't get a response for about a week, but she did finally message me. We talked for a while. She apologized for not responding sooner, and we even joked about how annoying online-slash-blind dating is, and how our friends always pressured us to find someone. I've had a few prior dates where they just talked for a few weeks before they were willing to even meet in person, so I was pretty surprised when she wanted to meet up about a week or so in.

She chose the place for the first date, which turned out to be some kind of festival the county over from her. It was like a small pop-up carnival with a bunch of different food trucks and games, mostly for kids. It was kind of awkward at first, as the only place to really sit and talk were these little chairs and tables the trucks sat up next to them, We kind of walked around the trucks, awkwardly trying to decide what we wanted to get.

And then we sat down and started to talk a little bit more. After a bit, and when the conversation started tapering off, we decided to leave. I walked her to her car, and she asked me if I enjoyed myself. I told her, yeah. She said she was surprised that I was actually willing to come out here and that I showed up. mentioning that she does a weird first date as a test, to see if the date is actually interested in her and getting to know her, or if they just want a one-night stand.

That's definitely not what I was interested in, and it was definitely not the weirdest date that I'd been on, so I didn't see anything wrong with it. So we agreed to keep talking and maybe go on another, maybe a more formal date, and we went our separate ways. After a few days, she was already wanting to go out again. I suggested a restaurant that had opened or reopened recently.

The original location burned down, and they reopened in a different area. It was a local restaurant, so there wasn't another one we could go to, so I hadn't been since it had reopened, and I offered to take her there. She asked me the same thing about how I knew this place, and I told her that I went there prior to it being reopened and moving. We got there, got our seats, and we started talking. I heard my name being called. I turned around, and, of all people, I saw my ex in the restaurant's uniform.

Our split was mutual. We just didn't really click and didn't have the same goals, so we decided to end it. There weren't any hard feelings. And we chatted briefly with the how are yous, and then I introduced her to Sarah, and vice versa. She took our drinks, and I asked about the teas they had, and she steered me away from one of them because it had a strawberry extract in it. I thanked her, and we continued on our date. I then explained to Sarah that I was deathly allergic to strawberries to the point that I could go into anaphylactic shock, so I was glad that my ex, Molly warned me.

She seemed quiet at first, but then I noticed as the night progressed, she would become more flirtatious and loud and hands-on, touching my arm and hand and just things like that. So, to me, it seemed like dinner went really well. As we started heading out to our cars, though, feeling good about tonight, she stopped me in the middle of what I was saying and said, I thought you've never been here before. I was kind of thrown off about this question at first

because I didn't understand why she was asking it. So I then explained to her that I had been there prior to the fire and them relocating, so it had been almost a year. She then made some kind of comment about my ex working there and how she thought it was convenient that I would take. her there of all places. I tried explaining to her that I had no idea she worked here, as stated the place had gone, and I really didn't even know they were going to come back, let alone where Molly was working. I hadn't talked to her in months, but we hadn't been together

even longer than that. She still seemed a bit standoffish at the time, but I tried being reasonable with her, and also tried to steer the conversation elsewhere. I legit had no idea that she worked there, and I wasn't interested in her or causing any kind of drama, and not to mention I was liking Sarah. I asked her if she wanted to do something else, like get dessert, walk around, just anything really to just chill, but she really couldn't get past the whole X thing, I guess. and said she just wanted to go home. I didn't want to push it,

and I really didn't want to fight with someone that I barely knew, so I agreed. I asked her again if she wanted to do something again soon, and she said she'll think about it, and then left. So I went home, slightly cringing at the thought of this not smoothing over and being back to square one. It was exactly one week when she finally responded to me,

I messaged her a few times, just saying good morning or asking her how her day was, because we had done that many times prior, but she didn't respond. I didn't want to be that guy, so after no responses the first two days, I stopped reaching out, thinking it was over at this point. That Friday, though, she actually messaged me back. She said she needed some time to think it over if I was being on, honest, and realized that she was probably overreacting, and that she wanted to make up for it by making me dinner. She invited me to her place, and said that she would make food. I felt bad,

and I didn't want her to do everything, so I offered to pick up drinks and dessert. She accepted the drinks, but said that she had dessert covered as well. I thought, why not? I was getting a free home-cooked meal, so it was the least I could do, but just to make it right, I decided to even buy her flowers. I showed up, looking my best, and when she opened the door, I was hit with the smell of garlic and greeted by a beautiful smile. She waved me in and grabbed the flowers pretty quickly, and she hugged me. She then showed me where to set the wine, and then we just kind of talked for a bit. This girl had made us a chicken Alfredo bake for just the two of us. She remembered when I said it was my favorite, and that just made my day. I thought for sure that

this was going to work out for us. I helped her put together the salads, pour our drinks, and we sat and had a fantastic dinner. After a few glasses of wine and talking, we finally finished our dinner and she exclaimed that she almost forgot about dessert. Before I could get up to help, she took the plates and headed off to the kitchen, telling me to stay put. And that's when she brought in this really exquisite cheesecake. It had chocolate curls on the top and had red swirls throughout it. I thought maybe she had bought it until she said that she had made it.

Again, I was impressed. A woman after my heart. However, I see red in desserts, especially cakes, and I have to make sure to ask, is this strawberry, though? To which she made sure to explain that it was strictly cherries, and said that she made it all herself to make sure there was no chance of contamination. Again, she seemed to remember the Alfredo thing and was adamant on this, so I trusted her, and we enjoyed our dessert. I took a few bites, and from what I'd had, it was delicious.

It tasted perfect, until I realized I couldn't taste it anymore. I started feeling like I was also clearing my throat a lot, and then started feeling this weird tingling or burning sensation. I again asked her to confirm, you didn't put anything strawberry in this, right? And she again confirmed that she hadn't. I was starting to worry at this point because everything else had been fine. There was nothing wrong up until I ate the cheesecake.

The problem was, and when I say I'm allergic, again, it's not like a small rash. It started feeling like it was hard to breathe, so I told her I needed to go to the hospital. And that's when I noticed she was just staring at me with a blank look on her face, so I confirmed, you did put strawberries in this, didn't. you. And of all the reactions to this, she gave me that same angry look from the restaurant and said, well, I thought you were lying about the strawberry thing too just to get her to talk to you more, so I wanted to test it. Great. She didn't believe me that I had an allergy, of all things I could have been lying about. And now I feel like I'm about to die. I'm a little angrier at this point,

and I yelled at her to take me to the hospital before I died on her floor. And after dragging ass for several minutes grabbing her stuff and pretty much just pouting, and she took me. Thankfully, it didn't take long for us to get there, and they were immediately able to get me back and under control, but I lost a few hours there going in and out of consciousness, hearing from my life and being rather angry. After all this, I start to head out feeling weak and exhausted and she is nowhere to be found.

I checked my phone to confirm this to see that she had texted me, saying that she was going to go back to clean up the food at her place. That's what her concern was, her table and her counter, not the guy that she almost killed. I had my friend come pick me up and take me back to her place so I could at least get my car and go home. She texted me the next day asking how I was doing, and I told her I was fine, and she asked if I wanted to do something against, since she felt I was being honest, and that I had actually earned her trust. Great, all it took was nearly killing me. Guess I can trust her now.

I tried to politely decline, but she apparently doesn't take rejection well. We, never saw each other again. So there's my crazy dating story. Now, I'm even more cautious about my allergies, and I have trouble trusting anyone but friends and family that are close to make food for me. I just hope that her next date doesn't have any allergies that he tells her about. A couple of years ago, my boyfriend planned a surprise birthday party for me, and I was sufficiently surprised by it.

It was also where this story of mine took place. To go back a little bit first, my boyfriend and I have been together since high school. After we graduated, we started attending different colleges and he was a few hours away, so he was staying in the dorms. I was attending a local community college, so I found an apartment within my budget, with the plans of my boyfriend moving in when he was done. college was fine for the most part. It seemed like the normal school stuff.

I met some new friends, had some high school friends attending there as well. The schoolwork and teachers were fine too. But there was one guy that I could never really get away from, though. And that was Ricky. Ricky was in the same program as me, so I saw him a lot. One of the classes had a project that we had to work on in groups, and I was paired with Ricky and another girl named Micah. Micah was pretty cool.

She was typically more reserved, but she was kind and very smart. I was happy to be on her team. Then, Ricky, he seemed like he was trying to show off since he was teamed up with two girls. He would talk about things he'd done, like stunts or past jobs that all seemed to end the same way. He would say that the atmosphere changed. or he didn't like the new management, so he would quit.

I could tell that Micah couldn't care less and wanted to talk more about the project, and I was a little more willing to cut him off, which is what I did. So I would steer the conversation back towards our work. This is probably where my view of Ricky really started to shift. While working on the project, he started rambling about something, and Micah spoke up and said, can you please stop talking about yourself for one session? I kind of chuckled and made a comment about making the quiet girl tell him off.

I guess he realized that he was outnumbered so he got up and left the room. So we continued working and got the most done that we had compared to the last sessions. He ended up catching me in the parking lot later after that class and stopped to talk to me. I wasn't rude or anything and just treated him like I would. anyone else. He asked me a few questions about the project, and then when the conversation seemed to die down, I started saying something about needing to go when he interjected and said, You want to go make out in my car?

With the most serious look on his face. Not knowing how else to react, I just started laughing, and his face didn't change. So I stopped laughing, and then asked if he was serious. but he didn't respond so I just said no thanks and that I had a boyfriend then he laughed and just said okay cool before waving and walking off to get into his car I stood there confused for a quick second

and then went and got into my car and immediately called my boyfriend to tell him about what had happened the whole time laughing about the awkwardness that was that moment my boyfriend laughed too and thought that it was weird but then asked if he had ever done that before, or had tried flirting with me or someone else. I told him not that I was aware of. He said that the guy just seemed awkward,

but to be careful, because you never know. And I agreed with him. So the next class was pretty weird. I tried not to make eye contact with him while we worked, but I could tell the whole time that he was just staring at me with a stupid grin on his face. It was obvious that Micah noticed. this too. Probably made it obvious when in the middle of working, he again said,

You sure you don't want to make out? Micah looked just as embarrassed as myself, and I again told him no. The session ended pretty soon after that. However, this did not deter Ricky. Any time I saw him, he would ask that, whether it was in the parking lot, or in the school, even if he was around with other people. I told my boyfriend each time who was starting to become concerned. He suggested that I tell someone at the school, which I did. However, all they said was that they would have a talk with him and that was it. So then he stopped being so verbal about his advances and instead decided that he would

wink or make kissing faces at me or make other suggestive hand motions towards me. Now I was starting to get creeped out. Thankfully, the teacher was actually understanding and said that Micah and I could continue working without him, since we were doing all of the work anyways, and even gave us permission to work in the teacher's area if we needed a place to get away from him. But it seemed like the less that I saw him, the more aggressive he would become. I saw him one time in the parking lot and tried to guilt-trip me about the project. I told him that he needed to talk to the teacher about it as it wasn't our choice,

and he made another suggestive remark. I told him that he was disgusting and creepy and quickly left, as he stood in the parking lot with that same stupid grin. The last event that I mentioned happened the week before my birthday, and between that and Ricky making me feel gross, I decided to cut classes the following week. I got most of my assignments from the teacher, ahead of time, which was nice.

That way I didn't have to be behind, and I told Micah, so that we could schedule time outside of the class to meet up. My boyfriend was going to be doing the same and driving up to stay with me for the week, so I was pretty excited, and I didn't want anything to ruin our week. My boyfriend, Adrian, showed up within the next day or so, and we had a nice day together. Adrian said that he wanted to take me somewhere specifically for my birthday, so he suggested that I get my oil changed. I had a better car, so we usually drove mine when he came up.

And he encouraged me to go meet up with Micah that day in case I didn't feel up to it after my birthday celebrations. I was talking about the adult things that I wanted to get out of the way, so we had more time to spend together, so this was a load off knowing that he was okay with me doing this, all on the same day. So, he sent me off with a hug and a kiss, and he stayed at my apartment, and then said that he might go visit with his parents. So the day went fine. And about the time I was finishing up with Micah, I texted Adrian, and he even told me that I could invite Micah back, and we could all go have dinner or something.

I thought that that was convenient because she had asked me if I wanted to grab something to eat anyways, so we headed back to my apartment. Then, neither of us were expecting to have people scream surprise as I opened up the tour. This man had this whole party planned out, and I, none the wiser, thought he was just being nice and having me do all this stuff. Anyways, the party was great. There were probably about 15 or 20 people there, including both of our parents and friends. When we did the cake, Adrian was teasing me about something, and I ended up putting cake on his face. This started him trying to wipe it on me while others around us were taking pictures and laughing too. It was legitimately a great time.

Shortly after this, though, while I was wiping my face off, Micah came over to me and softly asked if I had invited Ricky, or if my boyfriend was friends with him by chance. I was at first confused by this because she knew how creepy he was being, and even if I knew about this party, I sure as hell would not have invited him. She motioned towards the living room, and I rushed in there to see him helping himself to the food on my table. I had so many things circling in my head.

The people here were all pretty close friends, including the only two from the college that I had met. So the people that were here were invited either by text or a Facebook message. I had no idea how he found out about the party. Or even more concerning, how he knew where I lived. I didn't want to cause a scene, and, to be honest, I didn't know how he would react, so I just said his name. He looked up at me and said something along the lines of, Oh, there's the tease.

I asked him what he was doing there, and then just bluntly said that he was not welcome. And he started going off. He started saying some pretty nasty things about me, I was scared, angry, and embarrassed since our parents were there. Adrian had gone to the restroom to clean up, so he'd walked out while this was happening and tried asking what was going on, but I think he figured it out pretty quickly. He started approaching Ricky telling him that he needed to leave now before we called the cops,

and his face lit up. He really said, Oh, is this the guy you've been cheating on me with? Then he tried making these crazy accusations of us. Not only were they completely false, but I could feel myself getting red as my parents and his parents were looking like they were getting uncomfortable. Adrian started getting a bit more aggressive towards him and pushing him towards the door, and my dad had also started walking towards the door too. Ricky tried to give one last hurrah, saying that he would fight Adrian for me and then pulled out a knife. I was terrified at this point and there were a few of us shouting, but thankfully nothing else happened.

My dad used to be a security guard, so he managed to do something to make him drop the knife, and Adrian helped knock him to the ground. They had him restrained pretty well, and I went to grab my cell phone to call the cops. The whole time Ricky is still going on and on about things that he's done to me or wanted to do to me, to the point that Adrian ended up hitting him in the head pretty hard. It didn't knock him out, though, and he just laughed. It felt like forever, but the police did finally arrive, and they arrested him. After they left, we tried to pull the party back together, which was pretty rough for me.

I had locked myself in my bedroom for a bit because, yeah, I was pretty embarrassed, mostly by the things that he was saying. They were all false, but the fact that he said all of that in front of people, and in so much detail was just horrible. He had to have thought all of that, and fantasized it, which still grosses me out thinking about it. I eventually came out after my mom and Adrian came and talked to me and convinced me that everyone else was back to having fun.

Overall, this made me actually file a restraining order. I talked to the school about it, and they seemed to reluctantly make changes so that I didn't have to see him anymore. I had a few online classes, and I'm sure that they changed things for him because we were never on campus on the same day it seemed. However, he did try to say he was going to press charges on Adrian, but nothing happened with that, thankfully. Like he dropped the charges or something, because he got papers saying that it was either dropped or dismissed, I don't remember. But yeah, that was probably one of the most memorable birthday.

that I've ever had, and I hope that I just never see Ricky again. I'm a big fan of your channel, and I decided to share my story. I don't know if you'll be able to use it, as it doesn't really fit into the glitch in the Matrix category, and it's not scary. It is a true story about a UFO sighting my brother-in-law had about 10 years ago. I really loved your UFO narrations. We live in South Alabama. in an area that is very rural.

In the two-mile stretch of road, that is my neighborhood, there are about ten houses spaced out with farming fields as far as you can see in between them. On one side, a 12-acre field separates my house from my neighbors. My backyard is essentially a two-acre grass field that joins my neighbor's backyard property, which is about an eight-acre field that ends at a woodline. On the other side of my house there is a 60-acre farm field which ends at the same woodline. This field is always planted with either corn, soybeans, or peanuts.

So naturally there is a lot of wildlife that will come and eat the crops that are planted. During the colder months, my brother-in-law, let's call him pee, would come over and sit at the edge of our property to watch the deer that would come out. He did this maybe three nights. a week, anywhere between 11 p.m. and 2 a.m. There was a dirt mount covered with broom sage and a small cluster of trees and some brush at the very end of my property. P. would drive his truck out there and position it at an angle so that these trees would be in front of him and to his left, and he would be facing the woodline. It is relevant for you to know that when he would be deer watching from his

truck, P would cover all of his windows on the driver's side with those sunshade things that you put in the windshield to block out the sun on a hot day. He did that to block out the moonlight and the light from our outdoor security light. The whole purpose of that is so that his eyes would adjust to the dark, and he could better see the deer and use his binoculars. The night that the incident occurred, he was out there like usual. I was on the couch watching TV, and it was about 1 a.m. I hear P. knocking on my back door. I open it to see him wide-eyed and visibly shake,

and I tell him to come in as clearly something happened. He says, Let me tell you what just happened, what I saw. He then tells me. He was sitting in his truck, had the windows blacked out like always, looking toward the woodline for the deer when suddenly there's a bright light shining on him.

Let me just say that our security light that I mentioned is not motion sensing. It's the kind that is on a light pole and comes on by itself at certain times. So that is not what was shining on him. At first he thinks that me or my husband are shining him with a spotlight from the back porch. But then he realizes that the light is coming from above him, not behind him. He estimates that it was coming from a source about 30 feet off of the ground. But he couldn't tell what it was. Then the light goes out.

He decides to stay where he is and see if the light comes back. Fifteen minutes pass, no light. He's brushed it off and is back to deer watching. He catches movement in his periphery. He describes what he saw as a craft that was as big as his truck. He drove a Chevy S-10 at the time, so not a full-sized truck. It had a boxy shape. you could see through it and it was dimly lit inside it was silent and this craft was floating about

12 feet off of the ground he watched it slowly float out from behind that small cluster of trees moving towards the open field he grabbed his binoculars to try to get a better look when he looked through them and tried to focus on the craft it changed directions and floated back behind the trees He said that whenever he wasn't looking through the binoculars, the craft would start to move back out into the open. He said it was like it was trying to hide itself, and like it knew when he was looking through the binoculars.

He continues watching it for a few minutes, and then it disappeared. He said it was just there, and then it was gone. That's when he made his way up to the house. I asked him, so you saw a floating see-through box? He said, yeah, and detailed it as, it wasn't clear, see-through, it had an opaqueness to it, but that he could see what was on the other side, but it was distorted.

And then he asked me for a piece of paper, and the shape that he drew gave me chills. It looked like one of those old wooden coffins, like the kind that vampires are depicted as sleepy, in. All that I said after that was, I believe you. He left our house that night, and he didn't resume his deer watching until the following winter. At the time of this incident, P had been my brother-in-law for ten years, and has been for twenty years now as I write this. He has never been a real excitable guy. I haven't ever seen him spooked like he was that night, before or since.

What truly solidified my belief was when P retold his account of what he saw to his mother, my mother-in-law. She was a no-nonsense woman of very few words. She was a smoker at the time, and when she was having trouble sleeping, she would have a cigarette out on her porch late at night. She said that she'd been outdoing just that one night around 2 a.m., and that she had seen the exact same craft as P. had described. So, that's my story.

I'm submitting it in hopes that you'll do another UFO collection of stories sometime soon. Maybe someday. And also because I really want to know if anyone else has seen a craft like this. So, please keep in mind that this happened to me, male 25, around one year ago while working as a second officer on a heavy lifting vessel during my watch. I was not tired or in any way intoxicated. Not possible. Zero Drugs Policy on board.

I still cannot explain what I saw. So here goes. The scariest thing that I have encountered was during a routine night shift while passing the Atlantic Ocean. I was doing laps around the bridge console to get some exercise while on watch, second officer, from 00400 to 0400 hours. hours, and to relax a bit. While passing the bridge windows, I saw someone walking from aft to forward on the

starboard side, which was not unusual. Just the time at 0.130 was surprising. The crew was allowed to go outside whenever they wanted, so I didn't mind it at first. When I passed by the window again after doing a full lap, I noticed that he was standing between the cargo hold number one and the windbreaker, with his back turned to me, looking forwards. I stopped to see what he was doing, and suddenly he turned around, looking straight at me, and started to wave with his hand while still standing perfectly still. This made me uneasy, because at this time I started to notice some weird things.

For example, he was wearing a white overall, which is normal for officers, but At our company, all overalls for officers and ratings is red, with silver reflective strips on the shoulders. Also, he was wearing an orange helmet, which could have been possible. We have some, but all crew has white helmets. Also, it should have been impossible to see me from forward. All lights on bridge were off, and the deck lights were on, so reflecting when watching from below. So while this person is standing there waving, I walk over to the console and grab my radio and I try calling him.

No response. He just kept waving, following me while walking around the bridge with his face. I saw him on the starboard side bridge and the radio was on port side bridge, near the cart table. After calling him again, I went back to the light console to turn on the bridge spotlights, which flooded the deck. with lights. I looked up from the console and he was gone. So I think to myself he might be hiding in the stairway to the paint store, or he's inside the passage to forward station, inside the windbreaker.

And I wait with the lights on. After 30 minutes or so, I decided to turn off the lights, but kept watching for some time and haven't seen him again. So the next morning I asked around if any of him, anyone was on deck during my watch, but everyone confirmed that they were sleeping during that time, which made sense to me. And it seemed like they were telling the truth. Also, no one owns white overalls, because, again, our overalls are all red.

Why would anyone walk around on deck at 0.130 hours? We have no safety round, and usually no additional lookout who was awake at this time. usually it's only me during my watch. Some guys thought it was a prank, but no one knew anything about anyone planning or doing anything like this, not even when I asked them to tell me the truth. I believed them because why would they lie about this? I mean, I wouldn't be mad about it. I'm not going to lie, they would have gotten me good, so I would have laughed together with the prankster.

But none said anything like that. it or admitted to it, even months later. What really freaked me out about this is the stiff movement of this person, and the sudden staring while standing still. I can't explain what I saw and I have no reasonable explanation to this day, because no one admitted to pranking me, or going on deck at this time. Also, the sudden disappearance when turning on the floodlights is still unexplained. I also checked the spot where I saw the person, and there was no evidence of him hiding anywhere.

The paint store stairway in the entrance to Bosen's door was locked every evening, and it was still locked when I checked it in the morning. So, yeah, this was the only weird experience I had while working at sea for the last five years. I still cannot explain what I saw. I don't believe it was some hallucination, because I saw him. for at least five minutes, from walking to facing forward and standing in forward

looking at me and I turned away a few times to grab the radio or walk to the console. He only disappeared when I turned on the floodlights. But this was the only time that I saw anything like this. So, I have a story about one time

a person I met on one of those dating apps was a bit more than I was looking for. Like, a lot more. I will say that I'm an avid Tinder user, and I prefer to keep my options open when it comes to significant others. I spend a lot of my time working.

I have a main career, and I also have a hobby or side gig, however you choose to look at it, that makes me a decent amount of money. Because I spend so much time on them, I don't have a lot of fun. free time to go out and meet new people, or spend a lot of time at the bar scene. Obviously, I'm the go-getter, always on the run, no time to spare targets demographic,

for those dating and hook-up apps. I also use self-deprecating humor to cope with things, so my apologies if any of this comes across as personally degrading. I have a penchant for laughing at myself a lot. And it kind of makes me feel better about the situation. Laughing keeps me from crying about it, I guess. So, anyways, back when I was hard into dating people online, I would swipe on pretty much anyone that I thought was attractive.

And if we'd matched, there would be the initial awkward conversation, and if they could get past that, we would set up a time to meet. There were a few good ones, but this story is about a gentleman named Charles, though he was more affectionately known as Chuck. Chuck was older than me by about 10 or so years, and I thought that, because of this, he would be a bit more grown up and a bit easier to talk to. We matched, and in our first conversation, he seemed like he was a good guy that had a lot to talk about. He said he worked at a local library and that he was the front desk person

that assisted anyone that needed help. In my opinion, this seemed like a rather reserved job, one that someone that has their head in the right place would have to do. His hobbies were writing and cooking, and he also liked to take road trips to places that were a bit outside local, so like a few hours at most I learned all of this in the first conversation mostly because this guy seemed like an open book he wanted me to know everything about him right then and there

and I didn't get much of a word in edgewise I was actually kind of okay with this as I wasn't much of a talker I like to listen to others and learn their story I know, I'm a bit all over the place. I want to know everything about everyone, but also not be tied down with someone long term. The second conversation that we had, it was a lot more aggressively flirtatious. Chuck basically told me that he wanted things to move fast between us, and that we should meet up that night.

When he said, that night, it was already five in the evening. evening, so he basically meant that we should meet up right then. I had to tell him that I wasn't yet at a point where I was wanting to meet up or go any further than a few conversations, but if he wanted to move on and not chat with me anymore, I would understand. He told me that he could slow it down for me if that's what I wanted, and we talked a bit more. But of course, he was still really pushy, sneaking in a, so when do you think you would want to get together

every once in a while? I would change the subject and he would ask again in another way later in the conversation. This went on for a few days. A few more conversations and I basically had to tell him straight up that I thought it was best

that we didn't keep it going. Obviously, what I was wanting wasn't the same as what he was wanting, and it wasn't going to work. This was, apparently, the wrong thing to say, as I got hit with several derogatory comments from him, including a number of slurs, and the things he told me to do with myself were unsavory at best. I basically sent him a, I'm no longer interested, thanks for showing me who you really are, and I blocked him, and his number. There were plenty of other guys out there that I could talk to, and I didn't have time for that

level of aggression in my life. And, with that, I thought that my time knowing Chuck was over, but of course it wasn't. Instead, that's where things started to get out of hand. When this had all transpired, I was still working at a little. local coffee shop that my parents owned. Also, at the time of this happening, I hadn't yet come out to my parents. I would guess they had a feeling that I wasn't straight, but we hadn't actually talked about it, nor did I know their feelings about it.

I wasn't ready to tell them, they weren't ready to talk to me about it, and we just kind of coexisted. That is, until about a week after the whole... thing with Chuck happened. I was working the register, ringing people up, when, during a rush, a man came up to the register with a big smile on his face. You can guess that it was Chuck, but at the time, he just kind of looked familiar, and I didn't realize that it was him.

I took his order, and I asked him for his name, and he replied with, it's me, Chuck. and I could literally feel the color drain out of my face. Of all the coffee shops that existed, including the much more popular big name shops around, like Starbucks, he chose this coffee shop. At first, the coincidence of it was kind of sickening, but then part of me started feeling like it wasn't a coincidence.

like he was here with purpose, like he knew that I worked here somehow. I hadn't told him where I worked. I hadn't even mentioned that I worked at a coffee shop, but yet here he was. I kind of faked a smile, I told him his total, and said, oh, it's nice to see you, sheepishly while pushing his cup down the line to my mom.

He just kept his stupid grin the entire time she made the coffee. I excused myself and had one of the other employees take over the register while I ran to the restroom in the back. I stood there for a few minutes in the bathroom and I tried to breathe my way through a panic attack. After a few minutes, my mom knocked on the door and asked if I was all right. I just told her I wasn't feeling well. And I opened the door to leave the bathroom when she asked me who that guy was. I tried to play stupid, but she said that, after I walked away,

he started talking about me to her the whole time that she was making his drink. And apparently, he had a lot of things to say. I told her that he was just a friend, and she retorted with, well, he said he was your boyfriend. If I may say, this is not how I wanted to talk to my mother about my sexuality, standing in a coffee shop bathroom, feeling like I was going to puke. That aside, I did talk to her about it, and I won't detail the conversation,

I'll just say that it went better than I hoped it would. I then explained to her that this guy was not. not my boyfriend, just some guy that I had talked to for a few days, and that I had to block him because he was a bit too much for me. This was surprising to her, mostly because this guy seemed to know everything about me. He obviously knew I worked there. He knew that my parents owned the place. He knew where I went to high school, what I was studying in my college courses, and he basically

told her about days that we had spent together and places we had gone on dates, which were all completely and totally fabricated. He mentioned things that had literally never happened between us in the four or five days that we spoke to each other. But he was, apparently, rather convincing, because my mom thought that he and I had been together for a while based on what he was telling her. It took a lot of convincing, but she eventually believed me that this guy was off his rocker, and that I barely knew him. After all this, I took a minute to unblock him, and I messaged him telling him that he needed to leave me alone. And I may have called him a few names for lying to my mother. He just responded with the heart emoji, so I blocked him and moved on again.

A couple days later, I went to get the mail from my apartment, and I noticed an envelope with no return address, nor postage, on the envelope. It had my name on it, and then also had a little heart sticker in the middle. I had a feeling I knew who it was from, and I opened it just to confirm. Sure enough, it was from Chuck. only this wasn't a letter. Remember how I mentioned that Chuck liked to write? This thing that he had hand delivered to my mailbox was a several-page fan fiction of our relationship.

He had written a several-page long erotic story about us, which would have been creepy in and of itself, but he ended it all with the personal note about how when he was done with me, he would just discard me and no one would ever know. He almost used those words exactly. When I'm finished, I will discard you, and no one will ever find your body.

Obviously, I went to the police with this. I told him who it was, where he worked, I showed them the text conversations, and I told them about how he had showed up at my work. They took the note, and my information, and that was about the end of the conversation. They really didn't seem too interested in the situation, apparently, and they said they would patrol my area over the next few nights, and if they saw anything suspicious, they would let me know. So, I left, just feeling incredibly dejected and invalidated about this whole mess. Every single day after that, I kind of felt paranoid.

I was feeling like Chuck was going to show up at my door to make his little fiction a reality by force. He thankfully never did. And I know that's a really bad way to end a story about this whole ordeal, but that's actually where he stopped. I don't know if the cops went and spoke with him, or if he just had a change of heart, but I never heard from him again after this. There was one point about a year or so later, when I graduated, and started working in my field, that I did get a card in the mail with no return address. That basically just said, congrats. And I think it was from him, but nothing ever came of it all.

It was basically just him being a creep, somehow knowing every. single thing about me despite me never telling him, sending me that creepy letter slash story, and then moving on. To be honest, I'm actually rather grateful that my ordeal ended in an uneventful way, and because I hate to think of what he would have done had he been a little more inclined to follow through. I want to preface this whole thing with When you're lonely, sometimes you do desperate and stupid things. I am prepared to be made fun of, but I also think that some things weren't expected, and let's face it. It was also a learning experience.

This was a few years back. I was in a fairly serious relationship then. I was really into this girl and was actually planning on proposing to her. when I found out that she had been cheating on me. To add to it, before I could confront her about it, she left me, taking all of her stuff from my place while I was at work. I was pretty depressed and feeling sorry for myself for a good while, as my friends tried to cheer me up.

They took me out partying to dinners, and they even invited me to a bachelor party that also had, uh, dancers there. And I will say that was the most fun that I'd had in a while, and I don't know what changed in me. But then I started thinking, what was wrong with living like that? As long as both sides were happy, I didn't need to have a long-term closed-off relationship, right? And from then on, I didn't. I partied more.

I had the free time to do so, because my ex was also very good. trolling. I had one-night stands, I had bad hangovers, but it was always in fun. Then, I started using hookup apps, and that made it even easier to find plenty of encounters and parties. And that's what led me here. So I matched with someone, and we started talking for a bit. I looked at her profile and noticed that not only did she describe herself and what she was into, she gave very specific details on her perfect guy. That included long golden hair, blue to gray eyes, no shorter than six foot, and also willing to do anything for her.

So, the description seemed to fit me to a T, at least the physical side of it, but maybe not so much the second part. Again, my profile did say I was not looking for serious relationships, so I always get a bit hesitant when they start asking about that stuff or going out on dates. However, in this case, she said she understood my situation and was down for it too, but said she still wanted to hang out first and promised it would be worth my time. I thought, well, why not then? And we scheduled a time for that Friday. We met up at a local bar and grill and had drinks and wings. No fancy dinner or anything like that, so I was already starting to loosen up.

After a few drinks, we started talking about ourselves. Normal things, like what we did for work, what we liked to do for fun, things like that. Then, she started asking me weird questions. She asked me if I was religious, or if I believed in any higher beings. Then, hard left, she asked me if I liked horror movies. She also asked me if I was good with blood and gore and what my blood type was. Just really weird questions. Again, I was already feeling a bit...

tipsy, so I answered them the best I could. After a few minutes, she excused herself to the restroom and came back, asking me if I wanted to go back to her place. I agreed, and I followed her there in my car. When we walked in, there were two more girls that looked about the same age as my date sitting on the couch and watching TV. When we walked in, they both immediately looked over at me. smiling. My date introduced me to them as her sisters, and they offered me a seat on the couch.

I could see where this was going pretty quickly, as they offered me drinks and the four of us all sat around, talking and flirting. However, I was getting pretty wasted, as my head felt like it was spinning, more so than usual. However, the girls were still having fun, and my date was starting to to usher me to her room. And we started walking back there, and as I laid on the bed, she turned out the lights. I laid there in the dark as I started hearing her giggle and crawling onto the bed, and as she got to my torso, I felt a very sharp pain in my left shoulder. It was the worst pain I had ever felt, and combining that with being intoxicated,

I didn't really know what to do or how to process this. I started trying to get up, but she was holding me down. Thankfully, I was still able to overpower her and get up, and as I got to the door and opened it, the other two girls were standing right there and looked just as shocked. I started explaining to them what happened, and that's when I noticed there was a knife in my shoulder. However, they weren't there to help me, but to help their sister.

They tried to stop me from leaving, saying crazy crap about being a gift to their father. I will say, I pushed one to the ground and the other one tried to get her sister up. Within this time, I pulled the knife out of my shoulder, as she wasn't strong enough for it to go in too far, and I was swinging it around at them. They managed to stay where they were as I ran out of that house. I ran as fast as I could to the house across. crossed from them, banging on the door entirely unaware of what time it was. Thankfully, a confused old man answered, and before he could think, I rushed into his house

asking for a phone. I'm sure he must have seen all the blood and quickly took off into another room. I could hear him talking to someone and then asking me for my name, but I had pretty much passed out at that point. The next thing I remember was waking up in a hospital with a cop asking me what the hell had happened. I was glad to explain everything to him, which started making more sense to me as to why she was asking such weird questions. I explained to them where they lived, and they told me that they had gone there, but the place was empty, as in the girls were gone, and so was my phone. They found my car. They found my car. and my car was still there, surprisingly, but they had taken my phone.

I did file a police report, of course, but as far as I know, they still have not found those girls. That house didn't even belong to them. Apparently, one of them was a maid or a cleaner or something, so they had a key to the place, but they weren't supposed to be there at night. I, unfortunately, do have a lasting reminder of my stupidity. I actually can't lift my arm up very high without pain, but I'm definitely more cautious now about my hookups.

If I'm outnumbered, then I'm out. And if they ask weird questions, then I'm out. These are the things that my parents didn't teach me crowing up. Back in my early 30s, I started getting that feeling like I was running out of time to find that one person to spend the rest of my life with. It didn't help that many of my close friends were getting married and having kids, so I decided to try dating apps.

I definitely had my share of flops, but then I ended up meeting a guy named Leo. He was a great guy at first, too. He was working at a warehouse when we first met, but he had big aspirations to start his own. business. He wanted to repair and restore computers and other electronics. He was going to school for business as well, and with his dad owning his own business, he made it seem like he was going to help him out with it as well. So, he seemed to have his work life figured out. He was handsome, funny, smart, so it all seemed to work out for me.

We were dating for probably six to eight months, I believe, and since we hadn't had any issues, I suggested he move in with me. I even agreed to clean out my spare rooms, so he could turn it into an office or workshop, so that he could start on his business. He got his workshop set up. I helped him with buying some of the equipment that he needed, got him business cards, and we even set up a website for him.

I was working as an executive assistant, so I thought if this all worked out, I could help him with it, and we could possibly do this together. However, I started learning that he was the type that wanted or needed instant gratification. He started posting his services, and when he didn't get any responses within the next day or so, he started to get discouraged. I tried to be optimistic, but he would always shoot it down. So, finally, after a few days of moping, he got a call for an offer. Someone was needing something done on their computer, so they came by, dropped it off, and off to the office he went to work on it. I tried going in there a little later, but he pretty much ignored me.

I tried asking if he wanted something to drink or anything. And he got mad at me saying that I was interrupting him. That was the closest thing I'd had to a fight with him, and I didn't know how to take it, so I just went to bed. He did finally come to bed, and was being really affectionate, so I let it go, thinking it was just the stress of a first customer, maybe. So he turned it in, he did what they needed, and they left a review for him, so he was feeling pretty good about it.

However, he wanted to quit his job after just this one job, and he was adamant that everything would work out. Now, I made decent money, but it wasn't going to be enough to cover everything we had going at the time. I was still paying for the rent alone. He offered to, but I told him it was fine as long as he continued to pay for his car, since I had to pay for my own. He was also still in school, but he did have a few months left, so I wanted him to focus more on finishing that first. I also paid for the utilities and groceries, but he did help with the groceries on occasion. For the most part, he used his money for his business. I was worried that we wouldn't make enough right now to afford everything if he quit his job without any backup plan,

However, his thought was that it would totally work out, but if it didn't, then he would just go to work for his dad until it did. And with me being a little nervous still, I accepted that. As you may have guessed, this did not work out at all. I thought since he was so set on this being his career, that he knew what he was doing, and had quite a bit of knowledge on electronics and tech stuff. However, that was not the case. I quickly started learning that he knew the pretty basic stuff, like how to run some diagnostics,

how to replace hard drives, RAM, and download software, but other than that, he did not know what he was doing. People would bring in their systems, from desktops to laptops, cell phones, and even gaming consoles. And he would be watching videos on YouTube on how to do something, calling his friends to get help, all kinds of things.

When I tried suggesting that he lists specific things he could do to avoid this, he didn't want to hear it. He kept saying I was putting him down, so I gave up on trying to help or be a part of his deal. I let it go and continued to pay for the third. things that we needed, thinking it'll turn around and things will be fine, but that would never happen. He ended up completely screwing up someone's computer, and he had to pay for a new one, which meant that I had to help. So, I started making his car payments because business wasn't picking up like he expected, and he was running out of money. This continued on for several

months. I tried everything I could to help, but he was not budging on his changes. He also dropped out of school, saying that it wasn't helping him so he didn't need it anymore. He continued to cause more issues so he would have to replace things or refund people so the money was not coming in. Then, he pretty much just gave it all up. I would come home and he would be sitting in the living room, barely dressed, watching TV or something. I would ask if he had any jobs, if he did anything to improve or add to his services, and he would get defensive. I tried for the longest time to do anything that I could to help, but words can only go so far. It doesn't make the pocketbook bigger. So, when it got down to me not being able to afford,

all of the expenses anymore. I told him he had to get a job, even if it meant with his dad. He did not like this idea at all, and pretty much just refused to do so. I was never really an aggressive person, so I just nagged him about it, and explained this to my parents asking what I should do, and they told me that I should give him an ultimatum. that was one of the hardest things that I had to do because I did still care for him. However, when I told him this, I saw a side of him that I never had before. He threw quite the tantrum.

He punched a hole in my wall, kicked and dented my fridge, and knocked over one of my lamps and trashed his workshop, and then left. He was gone for a few days. and then basically said in a long text that we were over since I didn't believe in him or had his back. This hurt me because, again, I didn't want him to leave, but that's what he chose. So he came back, got his stuff, while me and my dad were there, and he stopped calling or texting me and didn't say one word to me. As mentioned, I was pretty hurt by this, but I did my dad.

my best to move on and kept myself busy between friends and family and repairing things. Life went on as normal, but then weird things started happening in my condo. I would get home, and I would go to make something for dinner, and realize that I was really low or out of something that I was sure that I had. I, of course, just thought I was mistaken, though, and moved on. But then things started disappearing that I knew I had, like toilet paper that I had just bought, and I would notice the pack was open and used. So I started calling the rental office to ask about maintenance, and if they used any of the tenant's stuff while they were there. And they said they would look into it because they weren't supposed to be, and that was it. However, it then turned into things coming up missing, like some of my jewelry, or clothes.

or other things like that. I was going to put in a complaint, but then came to the conclusion that I noticed the missing items after the maintenance was done and couldn't confirm if these items were missing when they weren't around. So I was rather frustrated that this was happening, but I had no proof of any of it.

My dad then suggested that I install a camera pointing at my front and back doors to see if anyone came in, and he even helped me to get it set up. As time went on, I would notice more things used, missing, lights left on, but when I would check the cameras,

it would say it was offline. Now, I was worried that someone was getting in, and that they somehow knew about the cameras and were deactivating them. Feeling unsafe at this point, I went out with the friend from work, Stephen, just to not be home. I told him what had been happening.

And Stephen was a nice kid. He was in his mid-20s, I believe, and he was also a tech and hardware guy at my work. I had even asked him on multiple occasions, what to do on certain systems or computers for not only my personal computer, but also when Leo was working on something as well, since he wouldn't involve me in anything, so he knew about him too. He knew that we had split up, and I told him about the concerns with the cameras and everything,

so he offered to take a look at said cameras. I thought this was a great idea, as I trusted him with that kind of stuff, and I had him follow me home. We got back to my place. He looked at the cameras and the website, an app that I used for it to see what could be, the issue. He didn't think it was faulty since it seemed to happen around the same time every day, give or take an hour or so. He thought that someone may have actually been doing it on purpose. This, of course, had me worried as who would want to target me. I didn't exactly have any enemies.

Stephen then showed me where on the app I could turn the cameras on or off or delete video history, and he asked me if anyone else had access to the camera, and I told him no. No one but him now and my parents even knew about it. He suggested that I change all of my login information, just to be safe, and then did a malware scan on my computer. The most terrifying part about all of this was that he actually found a key logger on my laptop. So he did some things to it and had me change a lot of passwords. I actually learned not to use easy passwords and reuse them due to this.

Since it was getting late, I had ordered dinner for us and offered to let him stay the night as well. I grabbed some blankets from the closet in the spare bedroom, and that's when I noticed they seemed to have been strewn all over the place. My first thought was that Leo did this back when he was grabbing all of his stuff, and then went back to give them to Stephen. I went to bed in my room, but it couldn't have been very long until I started hearing yelling and things being broken. I ran into my living room to see Stephen being held down by Leo. I immediately ran over to them to try and get him to stop when Leo had knocked me down.

He must have noticed what he did, because he took off. After making sure that Stephen was okay, I called the cops. I explained everything that had happened to them. Even though he was practically strangling him, he said he didn't want to press charges, but the cops still did because he technically hit both of us. However, that's when everything started coming together. They asked how he would have gotten in,

and I realized that he probably still had a key. So then I started thinking, he was probably coming in, using my stuff, eating my food and who knows what else. But why was he never on camera? That's when Stephen said he probably saw the cameras and figured out my login credentials. Being that he knew at least some things,

he was probably the one that put the key logger on my laptop too and was monitoring everything I did. I felt so vulnerable at that time and was so worried about being watched and spite on. He's the one that chose to leave, too. I didn't make him do so. I was thankful that Stephen still even wanted to talk with me after all this, but he helped me with nearly wiping my computer,

setting up encryption and password stuff, and I even got a new phone, worried that he may have done something to that, too. I also realized that under all of those blankets were some of his tools that he was hiding there, so he could work on stuff while I wasn't home. so I also changed the locks as well. Leo did come and get all of his stuff,

while I had a cop and Stephen there as well. And I never heard from him again. He tried adding me on Facebook too, but every time he did, I blocked him and changed my password again. That's probably more on the paranoid side, but I don't want this to ever happen again. So be safe out there, people,

and don't be so trusted. no matter how desperate you may feel. Growing up, I had a really close friend named Amy. Amy was actually my best friend. We met in great school when I remember I was running late for school and didn't notice that I had mismatched socks on. Like one was pink with flowers and the other was a different pattern. It wasn't until I was sitting in class,

and I noticed that Amy kept looking at me. At this point, we didn't really talk much, but when we went to recess, she stopped me and said, Your socks are weird. I looked down and realized what I had done, and we both had a good laugh, and started talking a lot more after that. I had always been a little shy, whereas she was more outgoing and spontaneous, so she definitely brought me out of my shell at times. She also seemed very smart and mature for her age. I remember watching her mannerisms on many occasions at school, or when she would come over to my house,

and I definitely learned some things from her. She would always try to wash her plate or anything she used after eating, would wipe down the table, help make my bed and the sorts. My parents would tease me at times saying that they liked having her over, and that I could learn from her since she picked up after herself so well. I would say that my parents quite enjoyed her too, compared to some of my other friends. I just wanted to give a little backstory before I explained the actual event in question, so the events leading up to the reason that I'm writing this took place at Amy's birthday party.

I was excited because not only was it my best friend's birthday, but it was the first time her mom allowed her to have one at her house. In fact, I had never been inside of her house past knocking on her door when we went and picked them up. In the past, I had thought that it was odd that they didn't do anything, but my parents tried explaining to me the possibilities as to why they didn't, such as money restrictions, maybe a religious thing, even. But my mom called her mom one year and she said that it was okay if we wanted to take her out or something for it. So we did.

and just never questioned it. Anyways, back to the party. She was going to have about ten of us there, including me and her sister Lexi. So only about seven extra people, but we were all excited about it. I wore my favorite dress and we got her a doll set that could easily be shared and played with her sister.

I was the first one to arrive as I wanted to be there to help out with anything if I could. To my surprise, her mom had decorated. quite well. There were streamers and balloons all over the living room. She had cake and all kinds of snacks and drinks. It looked like a full-blown party, which confused my kid brain even more as to why she had never had this before. So the party was in full swing. Almost everyone showed up and we were all having fun. It was drawing to the end of the party and a few people had already left. So, as kids do, we started coming up with our own games to play as we

waited for the parents to pick more people up. One of those games was hide and seek. It was going to be me, Amy, Lexi, and three other friends playing. One of our friends was the seeker, so the rest of us started dispersing to find the best hiding spot. And we started outside, but no one said that we couldn't hide inside. So, I thought the best place would be in Amy's closet. The doors had those little wooden slats in them, so I could see into the

bedroom too, so I closed the door and pushed my way behind some clothes and waited. It couldn't have been too long, but being a kid, I started getting bored standing there waiting. So I had looked up at her hanging clothes and was trying to see what they were. That's when I heard someone whispering. I looked back through the slits into the bedroom and saw an older lady sitting on the bed smiling and looking at me. I hadn't seen this lady prior at the party, but I assumed that. that she was probably their grandmother, by the looks of it.

She honestly reminded me of my own grandmother. I was still in hide-and-seek mode, though, so I stood still staring at her, but then she softly called me by my name, still looking in my direction, and patted the spot on the bed next to her. I still don't have an explanation for my actions, but I felt like I needed to go sit with her. So I slowly opened the closet. door and sat on the bed facing her.

She still had a warm smile on her face, as she said that I reminded her a lot of Amy. I asked her who she was, and she then confirmed that she was her grandma. I asked her if she'd gotten any cake, because I didn't know what else to say, and she chuckled and said no, but that it was okay. But then she asked me if I could do one thing for her, and I agreed. She asked me to tell Amy Cake's happy birthday, tell her mom that she was proud of her, and to tell them all that she loved them.

I didn't understand, so I told her that they were all still here, and that I could go get them if she wanted. She again chuckled and said it was fine, and that she would be there, and then motioned towards the door so that I could leave. Confused and ready to get back to playing, I waved goodbye and left the room closing the door behind me. I found Amy coming into the house to look for me while the rest of them were still outside.

She asked me where I had been, and I explained that I had hit inside her closet. And we had a small playfight about it, and all met back up outside. Everyone had started doing their own things, so Amy and I called dibs on the swing set while we started to talk. That's when I brought up the lady. I asked her why her grandmother wouldn't come out of her room, and she questioned me. I told her again about the lady in her bedroom who said that she was her grandma, and that she wouldn't leave the room. I then mentioned what she wanted me to tell them and mentioned how she called her Amy cakes. And I giggled because I had never heard that before, or heard anyone else call her that.

Then, as I was explaining all of this, I noticed that Amy had stopped swinging, and was just standing next to me with her arms crossed. I tried asking her what was wrong, and she looked at her. looked like she was about to cry. I immediately tried to apologize, thinking that maybe I had upset her about the nickname, but she quickly ran into the house, so I followed her. We ran past her mom in the living room that was talking to another parent that had arrived and into the room that I was in prior, the room I believed to be Amy's. She stopped in the doorway, and I waited there silently for her to say something.

When she didn't talk, I decided to and explained where she was sitting. With a shaky voice, Amy finally spoke to ask me what she looked like. I explained what I could remember, including her clothes, and she just started crying. I didn't know what I did or said and just kept apologizing, but her mom eventually noticed and came over asking what happened. I then briefly explained about the lady, and I could see the look on her. her mom's face changed from one of concern to just sadness. She told me to let someone know that their parents had arrived and that she would be okay. I couldn't help but think that I did something to upset both of them,

so I decided not to say anything to her sister and just carried on with the evening. After some time, Amy came back out and was smiling and ready to play with us again, until I went home as well. So, obviously, this was difficult to me, as I... I didn't understand what had happened at the time, but apparently Amy's mom had even brought it up to my mom, which prompted her to talk to me about it. What I later learned, as many of you have probably figured out,

was that Amy's grandma had passed away just a month before her birthday. The room that I was in was actually her old room, and Amy's mom had been redoing it to give the girls their own separate rooms. However, Amy said that she was having, having trouble sleeping in there as she said she felt someone was watching her, and she would just be overwhelmed with sadness, assuming it was because of her grandma. After I told them about this, Amy said that she slept in there that night, talking to her grandma she laid in bed, and she had a dream of her that night where she told her everything was going to be okay. That part, of course, she told me about after we were a bit older, as well as some of the rest of this.

I've become really close friends with Amy and her family, and I learned that her grandma had become pretty ill, and her mom was taking care of her. Because the machines and medications they had in the house for her, they didn't like having company over to make sure nothing was broken, stolen or misplaced. This also required a lot of sacrifices by them because they couldn't leave her by herself, which is why they never went or did anything. Amy helped a lot with her little sister, Lexi, and some of the house chores, which explained why she seemed so mature, and was always so willing to help at my house.

And, of course, her mom, Rhonda, had been in a really dark place lately, after she had passed, losing her mother and feeling like she was a bad mom for seemingly neglecting them, which caused her to throw this big party in hopes to get back to doing stuff like that. So, when I told her what her mother had told me, it lifted her spirits, too. I don't think that I'm sensitive to the paranormal or anything, and, in fact, at my age, I didn't even hardly understand what a ghost was. So I think it was just a difficult thing to process for everybody. I'm just glad that they didn't get mad at me or something, but it is still something that we talk about to this day. They said that they have never seen her, but sometimes felt like she was with them after that. She just teases me that I got to send her off, and I didn't even know her.

Hey, Raven. I'm Tasnia from Bangladesh. I wanted to share my mom's story. Once, I was listening to a Pleidian meditation music for sleeping, and this was on my headphones. The next morning I woke up and had breakfast. I saw that my mom was worried and seemed stressed out. I asked her what happened. She said that I had a crazy dream. She said that she saw three aliens in this dream. One was a mother, one was a father, and one was the child.

They, the three aliens, were sleeping in my mom's bed. My mom screamed loud and said, It's my house. Get out of my bed. Leave our house. Leave our house. Leave! And they just asked her to let them stay. Said that they weren't harming any of the members and that it was also their house.

In the dream, my father gave them permission to stay, but my mom didn't because she was terrified. She said that they were really long, like seven feet. And they were kind of magical, mystical creatures, and that they were beautiful. And that was her odd dream. And the interesting fact was that. that the very next day, I had also seen them, but just the mother and the child, not the father. So, that's our true story, Raven. If you want, you can share it.

Lots of love. Thank you. This is a story told to me by a dear friend. I have permission to tell the story, and I hope this extends to your podcast. The story happened to my friend's dad when his dad was five years old. His dad was born in the country of Chile, and, South America, and he lived on a rural area outside any major cities. One evening, his dad was playing outside with his dog when he saw a light some distance away at the edge of the forest.

His dad was curious, and he approached the light. As he walked towards the light, his dog started growling and barking, but his dad was curious, so he kept going. When he was close enough, he saw that the light was emitted by a gregard. girl, a young child no older than him, around five years old. She was floating, and she was dressed in white, and she was emitting this bluish-white light. My friend's dad then lost consciousness. When he came to, he was lying on the ground, and it was totally dark. Night had fallen. His dog was resting beside him. He simply stood up and returned to his house,

not feeling well. Two days later, my friend's father developed a high fever and had to be taken to the hospital. He had meningitis, so his brain tissue was swollen. He was in the hospital for two months, fighting for his life. Luckily, he survived, and he was able to return home when he was healed. After this, my friend's father remembered asking his mom if he could go out to play with the girl from the stars. His mother was scared every time he asked that,

and she always said no. He could not go play with the girl from the stars. So he never did. Hi, Raven. Longtime listener, first time poster. For the record, I'm a 17-year-old male. I don't know if this is a supernatural story or something like that, but I think you'll enjoy it. About six or seven months ago, I would have a recurring dream.

Every night, it would be the same. The dream went like this. In my dream, I'm laying in bed. I needed to use the restroom, so I opened my eyes and start to get up. But then I couldn't move. I couldn't close my eyes, breathe, or anything. Then, for some reason, I look in my closet. My closet is an open closet with no doors.

It used to have a curtain, but that ended when we brought in the cat. Anyway, I look in my closet and I see something move. Then this thing stood up. It was all black, except its face. Its face was white. The eyes on this thing were lidless, and they were perfectly round. There were two huge slits where the nose would be and the mouth was twisted into a huge smile.

Like, a huge smile. Like its mouth was cut from ear to ear. Like I said before, its body was black and really thin. Its fingers were long and pointed at the ends. The thing just stood there. And then it got on all fours and Exorcist spider crawled under my bed. Then I see a shadow on the wall next to my bed, and it's on the ceiling. It again pulls an exorcist and twists its head all the way around until it's looking at me.

Then a voice in my head says, You'll regret what you have done. I don't know what it meant, and I kind of don't want to know. After a week, the dream stopped. Then, a month ago, the dream happened again, but it was different. This time the thing was standing next to my bed, and it was humming somehow, because it was still smiling. I think it was humming London bridges falling down,

and it was caressing my cheek with its finger, and it would say in my head, shh, it's okay. Go to sleep. Then it would hum again. Then in a very fast motion, its face was in front of mine, like inches away from mine.

Then in my head, I yelled, sleep. I haven't had the dreams since then, and this is all true, by the way. This story involved me, but my mother was the true target. Back when I was about 13 or so, my parents moved from Ohio to Kentucky. Apparently, they were both born and raised there, but had moved to Ohio at some point and were now moving back. I had only been there a few times when we went to visit family, so it was definitely going to be a new experience for me. I seemed to do all right.

Being an outgoing younger girl, I was quick to make friends. My parents met up with old friends and introduced me and their kids as well, so it worked out. I became pretty good friends with one of them, and even babysat a few of them as well. A little under a year into us moving back, our neighbors across the street moved out. And after seeing a couple going in and out and some renovations being done, a new family moved in. Before my parents could go over and introduce themselves, though, someone was knocking on our door. I answered it to see an older guy, probably close to my parents' age. He looked very nice and super tall.

I remember he leaned down and smiled at me and said, Huh, you must be Carla's kid. I knew that that was my mom's name, and I didn't get any weird vibes from him, so I confirmed and asked if he was looking for her, to which he nodded. So I shouted for my mom and invited him in. He walked in, but stayed right in the mudroom area,

when my mom came into the room she smiled and looked surprised. The guy smiled and greeted her, and she went up and hugged him. That's when she introduced him as Jim, and told me that she had went to school with him, and they started talking a bit. She explained that she had moved out of state, and that they had recently moved back here, and he looked surprised and teased her about why would she be moving back, and she mentioned being homesick and her father-in-law, my grandfather, not doing very well.

He again seemed shocked about her response, and then she started calling for my dad. He came in, and they shook hands, but I remembered at that point he looked worried about something. I remembered this because my dad was also a big guy, and people often seemed scared of him. so I kind of figured that that's what it was. He actually built houses for a living, so he was always super tall and a heavier build. He typically had a long beard and was bald, so he could definitely look intimidating, but he truly was a gentle giant. He was like your stereotypical biker, but he also hated bikes.

He's hilarious. Anyways, they didn't talk very long after that. He mentioned next time he would come over to introduce his wife and then left. There was nothing too strange about this interaction. A few days later, though, I came home from a friend's house and saw my mom, Jim, and a lady that I would learn was his wife sitting in our living room and talking. I was introduced to Tammy, his wife, but I noticed that she did not seem as nice as Jim was. My mom asked how school was and how my friend was, and I started talking about something I made or did in school. My mom congratulated me, and Jim became really excited about it. He said something like,

That's incredible. You're a really smart kid. You must be so proud of her. My parents told me when I did a great job, so I wasn't ignored or neglected. But the way that he was so ecstatic about it, It made me pretty happy, too. And that's when he touched Tammy's stomach and said he hoped his kid was as smart as I was. Being a kid, I just made an offhand comment that I would help with babysitting if they ever needed one. Jim was smiling and about to say something when Tammy made a comment about being a stay-at-home, and it wouldn't be necessary.

Her reactions just, they seemed really weird. like it made me feel like I had said something wrong. Jim said something about it being their first kid, and my mom just told me to go do my homework. From then on, I seemed to see a lot of Jim. When I was out riding my bike, I would see him, and he would wave me over and ask me about my day, ask me what kind of activities I was into,

just things like that. He would then ask me about my bike, mom, what she was doing, what she was making for dinner, and even what she liked to do in her spare time. I didn't think it was that weird at first since they were friends, and I would just answer the best I could. Then, he would make comments about how pretty I was, and how much I looked like her. She had dark hair and dark eyes, whereas my dad had orange-slash-reddish hair, or beard, at least, so I always thought that I looked a lot more like my mom. Again, I thought it seemed normal, and I would ask him if he wanted to talk to my mom or something like that,

but then he would always ask me if my dad was around. When I would tell him he was home, he would quickly make a comment about being busy or say no thanks, and then go back to his house. Thinking back, he never seemed to want to be around when my dad was. was home as well. Slowly, it would get weirder, though. I noticed that

he started to change his appearance. He would dress differently. He started gaining weight, growing a beard, and then at one point even shaved his head. I remember at one time

saying at dinner that Jim looked like dad now, and while my dad laughed, my mom just chuckled but looked a little uncomfortable about it. And that's when things really went downhill. I came home from school one day, and he stopped me as I was getting the mail, and he asked me to help him with something in his house.

I didn't think anything of it, as he'd given me things before and went in. When I did, he showed me pictures of a little girl and asked if I knew who that was. When I told him that I didn't, he said it was a picture of me as a small child, and I had no reason to not believe him. The girl had dark hair, dark eyes, and she reminded me of myself, and that's whenever he explained. He said that my mom had given him that picture because of a secret she had kept, and that secret was that he was actually my dad. She said that the reason they moved away was because the man that I called my father wanted to run away with my mom

being that he was jealous of Jim but she wanted him to at least have a photo of me I didn't believe him at first how could he be my father why would another man take me and as his own or at least not tell me the truth and then I remembered what he looked like having identical features of my mom, and it kind of messed me up.

I told him I had to leave, and he told me to promise that I wouldn't tell my fake dad, so that we wouldn't get hurt. I promised, went home, and immediately told my mother. I did tell her when it was just her, though, just in case there was any truth to it. To say that she was livid, that would be an understatement. She assured me that my dad was my real dad, and that there was no way he could have been my father, considering they moved out of the state long before I was even thought of, which made sense to me.

She then told me to try and avoid him as much as possible, and she made sure to meet me at the driveway for the bus to pick me up and drop me off, so he wouldn't be able to stop me either, worried he may try to do something else. I agreed. And later that night, I heard my parents talking about it because, of course, I was still a nosy kid that loved both of their parents. And I was worried that this may cause them to get a divorce. Don't worry, it didn't. My mom was furious about it, but my dad seemed calmer, saying that if he tried anything, he would be prepared.

The first time I got off the bus, my mom was waiting there for me. We started walking back home when we saw Jim walking toward us, smiling. My mom told me not to say anything to him, and as he approached us, he tried asking my mom how she was when she cut him off. She said some pretty mean things to him, including that he was delusional and that he needed help, and that he needed to avoid me at all cost if he wanted to see the birth of his own child. He honestly looked like he was about to cry behind his fake smile. And with that, he didn't say anything else, and he just turned around and went home. However, while we wouldn't see Jim again, we would see Tammy, banging on our door, yelling expletives.

I was in the dining room, doing my homework at the table, and I remember jumping because of the banging. My mom answered the door, and she immediately started calling her names and threatening her. I went into the living room to see what was going on, and I remember her calling her a home wrecker, specifically. She then tried to hit my mom with a golf club and got her in the leg, and my mom didn't really want to do anything to her because she was pregnant. She finally got the door closed, and she had me call the cops while she did so. Tammy managed to run back to her house, and the cop showed up at hours and my mom explained what all had happened. And that's about when my dad got home too.

They both decided together not to press charges. My dad's choice, not my mom's though. But they were able to get a protective order, so she wasn't allowed to come over here again. My mom started picking me up from school, though, just to be safe. And every once in a while, we would see Jim sitting out on his front porch, but nothing more. After some time, we hardly saw any trace of them, like the cars were never in the driveway. We saw a few people come over and go over that were not Jim or Tammy,

and then eventually started seeing less and less activity in the house. That's when my mom started letting me ride the bus again, and life continued as normal, and I had even forgotten about it until recently. My parents are still together to this day, and they love to tease each other, and after my mom got a discount on her Starbucks one day, and my dad made the comment about there being another crazy ex. And that's when they actually started talking to me about what had happened. Apparently, he was an ex-boyfriend that she had in high school, but he became really weird and clingy, so she broke it off with him. And then he got even weirder. She completely forgot about it after graduating, getting married, moving on, so it never actually crossed her mind.

When we moved back, she wasn't really worried about it since they were all adults and knowing he was married with a kid on the way. Apparently that wasn't the case, though. And not only did he try to continue to persuade my mother to leave my dad, he also tried convincing me I was his daughter. This was all found out by his wife, Tammy, who then became enraged, and that's what caused her to be so off-putting around me, and trying to start a fight with my mother, I guess. They then told me that she had moved out, and he followed shortly after. Based on information she got from neighbors and friends. So there's that. My mom had a weird ex-boyfriend that tried to convince me that I was his kid.

and every other plan that he had had failed. So, I hope that he and Tammy are happy with their lives, wherever it is they are now. But also, I hope to never meet either one of them ever again. I live in a semi-rural area, and things are pretty spread out, which is normal for us. But one day, a friend and I went to visit another friend way out, in the middle of nowhere. Like, we had to cross the one-lane historic bridge to get to the town,

and then go miles down a dirt road with no other houses, to get to the old farm, where our friend was staying with her daughter, while her daughter was in her late stage of pregnancy. The daughter ended up going into preterm labor and gave birth so fast that they didn't have time to get to a hospital. So my friend had to help her daughter give birth on the living room floor. The paramedics didn't even get there in time.

So, that was dramatic, although has nothing to do with the story. I'm a smoker, and had gone outside a couple of times during the visit for a cigarette. The countryside and old farm were beautiful, and I wanted to enjoy the scenic landscape, but I only felt creeped out. I felt like I was being watched. At one point, I sat on an old-fashioned porch swing, had such a feeling of malice wash over me, then I jumped up like I sat on a pin. After the sun started to set, I decided that I didn't need any more cigarettes for a while.

So we were sitting at a kitchen table, visiting for most of the time, but we had gotten up and were across the room making dinner. This is when the really weird part happened. There was an old-fashioned landline phone on the wall. We were all old enough that this wasn't a strange thing at all. It had one of those old organizers that used to be next to every wall phone. It had a notepad, a mini peg and cork board, and a slot for storing mail. And, as all of these types of things, the mail slot was full of mail. We were laughing and talking, and for some reason we had all just stopped talking and were facing that part of the room. The bundle of mail suddenly shot up in the air, made a 90-degree turn from up to sideways, in mid-air, and then went about four more feet.

And then all the mail just burst in all directions, and flew everywhere, and then hit the ground. We all just stood there trying to process for a few beats. I was the first to move. I stepped forward with the intent on picking up the scattered mail. I don't know what I was thinking. It was pure instinct to pick up something that had fallen. I made it two or three steps, and was hit with a wall of freezing cold air and the feeling of dread.

I instantly retreated, deciding that the mail could just stay on the floor. Some have suggested to me that the slot of overstuffed mail could have been somehow dislodged, and the tentative balance could have been slowly changing until it reached the point where gravity took over, and the male fell, which would be logical if the male had simply fallen straight to the floor. It didn't. It shot straight up about one to one and a half feet, or half a meter,

and made a 90-degree angle, and moving fast went another four feet parallel to the floor. At this point, it had all been moving together as if it was one object, like someone had it in their hand. After traveling four feet, a little less than a meter and a half, sideways, it stopped dead. And it was like that hand tossed a bunch of mail up in the air like confetti. And then it scattered in all directions as it dropped to the floor.

Gravity just doesn't work that way. The minute we finished eating dinner, my friend and I pretty much fled. We didn't want to be rude and leave just as dinner was done cooking, so we did sit at the table to eat. But the moment that we could get out without being inexcusably rude, we couldn't get to the car fast enough. And we never went back. I know our friend didn't blame us.

Plus, she moved back to her house just as soon as her daughter was settled with the new baby. I have since lived in a haunted house myself, and weird stuff happened a lot. But the feeling of malice and oppression that I felt that day is something I never wanted. once to experience again. So, that's the story. It was years ago, and I hadn't thought about it for a long time, but it came up the other day, and I thought that you could use it. Last May, a few of my friends and I decided to have a birthday celebration for one of our

friends that was turning 19. Her birthday was on Friday the 13th, so she wanted to do a sort of Halloween theme with all of us in costumes and go to a local place. bar. We live in Canada. So we got all dressed up, some of us in a little more sexier looking costumes, some of us in some dumb

costumes, and there were five of us total. The birthday girl, Mandy, was a witch, angel dressed as an angel. I was a zombie, and Cassie and Layla were ketchup and mustard bottles. We all met at Mandy's

house and started with a few shots. Cassie didn't really drink, so she was our designated driver that night. After we had our liquid confidence, we headed out to the bar, no longer fearing what people would think of us being in full costumes in the middle of May. When we got there,

it was actually quite the opposite of what we expected. Some of the patrons took pictures and asked us what the occasion was, and even bought us drinks, so we were genuinely just having a good time. However, at one point, there was a group of guys that came in, three of them. It was one of those moments where they opened the squeaking door, so we all looked,

and then continued dancing and laughing. As with everyone else that was there, they were staring at us off and on until they finally approached us. They made some cheesy comments about the angel costume, and then asked why we were dressed up. So we again explained it was for a birthday. They wished her a happy birthday, and, and bought us all drinks as well. We thought that that would be the end of it, but they seemed to linger around, watching us.

None of us were really giving them any attention. Cassie and Layla were dating. I had a boyfriend, and Mandy and Angel were just doing their own thing and having fun. So there definitely were not any signals telling them that they were welcome to stay and hang with us. However, it was a bar, and no one reserved anything. So they had every right to be over by us too. We were in a smaller section in the back by the dartboard and pool table. After a while, we all noticed that they would lean in and say something and then look over at us and nod or point.

I think we all anticipated what they may have wanted, and we really were not interested in picking up a date. So, and we decided to leave and find another bar. As we were walking out, one of the guys hollily. out asking where we were going and I said home. We found another bar that wasn't too far from the first one and went in to continue our fun. However, those same three guys came strolling in not long after us. We all looked at each other to make sure that we weren't crazy and tried to pretend like we didn't see them. This time we sat at one of the back tables and decided to order something to eat, so we weren't just running on alcohol.

It was only a matter of time that these guys would finally come over, and, of course, one of them sat in a chair next to me. One sat on the other side next to Angel, and one continued standing. They asked us how old we were, and we were hoping if we were honest they would at least leave us alone, knowing that we were still pretty young. But instead, they seemed to be fairly happy with this idea. They made comments on how good we all looked and offered to buy us more drugs. drinks while slipping in the comment about how we must still want some since we lied about going home.

I then said something about wanting to get something to eat before going home, which is why we ended up at that bar. But ultimately, we all declined the drinks. Now no longer feeling comfortable around them. We ordered a plate of nachos to share, but when it arrived, no one immediately touched them, due to the awkwardness of the air. So then the guy closest to me pulled them. closer and started eating them. As they were devouring our nachos, they started laughing and

talking about themselves. We didn't really know what to do. We just sat there looking at each other while occasionally giggling when they would say something and laughed. At one point, I had taken out my cell phone and was texting my boyfriend to let him know what was happening with my left hand, which wasn't exactly easy for me to begin with. However, the guy must have noticed and was obviously mad. I could tell by the way he slammed his hand on the table and said, Hey, no phone's out at the table. After looking at me angrily, he started laughing, and so did the other two.

To say that I was freaking out would be an understatement. I don't know what their plans were, but I was too afraid to get up and leave, but even more terrified of what might happen if I stayed there. Thankfully, Cassie stood up and started walking away, when the guy again said in his booming voice, Hey, where are you going? And without flinching, without a stutter or hint of fear, she said, to the bathroom?

And she kept walking. I only hoped that she had a plan and waited for her to return. It probably felt a lot longer than it actually was, but she finally came back. And without acknowledging them told us that we should go. We all nodded in agreement, but we're all waiting to see who the first was. person to stand up would be.

That's when Angel shot up real quick and walked towards Cassie. The guys then tried inviting us back to their place for more free drinks, as if they hadn't already terrified the hell out of us. We all declined and finally got the courage to stand up and started walking towards the front of the bar. And, of course, they were following right behind us, as if they were part of our party. That's when we noticed Cassie's whole plane. coming together. At the front of the bar was her dad, in full police uniform, greeting us with

open arms. He apologized for being late and then immediately followed up with, those guys with you? We all looked back and noticed that they were just standing around, trying not to make eye contact with us. He then followed us outside, and we were all thanking Cassie for her quick thinking, and for him for showing up to save us. Her dad has always been such a gentle, giant, but not that you could tell that by just looking at him, so I was relieved that those guys seemed to be pretty intimidated by him, or at least the uniform. He followed us back to Mandy's place and made sure that no one else followed either, and thankfully we never saw or heard from those guys again. We finished our night inside watching some dumb horror movies

on Netflix and eating all of her snack foods, so we didn't let it ruin our night. We are a lot more careful now when we go out to places like that, and now I have an emergency text set up so that I can send it quickly just in case. After hearing some similar stories on a few forums that I follow, I felt compelled to share an experience that I had as a child. This happened when I went to my friend Brody's birthday party around the age of 11. Brody and I were pretty decent friends at the time. We hung out after school at each other's houses before, but it was usually at mine.

That was typically both of our preferences, thanks to his older brother. Brody had a brother that, I'll just call Chad. He was around 16 at the time of this event. Chad was a complete ass. He bullied not only Brody, but any of his friends that he had over, including me. He would barge into his room when we were in there. make remarks about us, throw things at us and leave. He even on occasion would try to do things physically to hurt us,

like if we were walking by he would stick his leg out to trip us, smack us in the back of the head, or push our head down on the table as he walked by. It didn't matter to him, as long as he had some way to bully us. And if he wasn't afraid to do it to me, I'm sure that he treated Brody's other friends the same way. The only time he didn't really do this was when his mom was around. She wouldn't tolerate it,

and would immediately stop him, yell at him, whatever she had to do to make him stop. Needless to say, when she was home, I prefer to be in the same room as her. For the party, Brody's mom was renting out the local community center to have the party, which meant more people and more opportunities to get lost in the crowd of people. There were probably about 20 kids or so that showed up, and most parents stayed there too. My parents had dropped me off and left. After a few hours and all the games being played and cake being eaten, we started trying to come up with other ways to pass the time.

One of these ways was a version of tag where one person was it, but if they start chasing you, you have to call out someone else's name so they chase them instead. So, as we started playing this, who else walks in but Chad and two of his friends? I know I was pretty disappointed in this, but the fact that a few of our mutual friends had the same reaction, told me everything I needed to know. He came over to us, grabbed Brody by the head, and told him happy birthday. Then, he asked what we were playing. When we told him, he said that he wanted to play too.

my fear that he was going to ask to be it, and one of us was going to get seriously hurt. Well, I was half right. Surprisingly, he did not ask to be it, but he and his friends got in the circle with us and we all began. Our friend that was it started chasing someone else, and as my attention is on the friend being chased, I failed to notice Chad approaching me until I had the wind knocked out of me. I felt to the ground trying to figure out what had happened when I suddenly felt a bunch of pressure on my back. Once I could finally breathe again,

I realized that the pressure is someone on my back, like sitting on me or holding me down. Chad then got on his knees with his head to the floor looking at me with this ugly and creepy grin. I tried fighting it to get up, but the one on my back had a hold of my arm and was twisting it backwards. I was an excruciating pain, from my arm to my face and stomach, and I was already having trouble breathing.

Just when I was thinking that I was probably going to get beat up, I see Chad bring a little pocket knife up to my face, and he asked me if I wanted a party favor. I started screaming, and then I heard other kids screaming and crying too. At the same time, Brody was letting out these horrible cries for help but didn't know what to do. I could tell that he was scared as hell. Too scared to approach or do anything? We were only 10 and 11 years old. We were not a threat to these three 16-year-olds.

Thankfully, after what felt like an eternity, I heard Brody's mom yelling for Chad to get off of me. I could see his face instantly change. He tried to scramble to his feet, all while hiding the knife. However, he didn't do a very good job because the way he stood up and slit his hand back, he still ended up cutting part of my neck and chin. Once he was up, I got up to my feet as well, holding my face from the pain. His mom yelled at him and made him and his friends leave immediately, which they did.

She then rushed me to the restroom to help clean up my face, but I could tell by the look she was giving me that it wasn't good. She kept apologizing to me and hugging me with tears in her eyes. I was only 11, but, man, I felt so sorry for her. She was always such a kind lady, and Brody was always chill, too. I never understood how or why Chad turned out the way he did. Once we finished in the restroom, she brought me back out to the others and asked me to stay by her so that she could call my parents. They came and picked me up shortly after and took me to the hospital.

I ended up getting eight stitches. The night was pretty crappy after that. My mom was pissed about the whole thing, and I remember her blaming Brody's mom for not paying attention, but she wasn't even at the party. I tried to tell her that he wasn't at the party at the start and just showed up, so I didn't think that he was supposed to be there, but it didn't matter to her. She thought the right thing to do was to try to press charges against Chad. Thankfully, that didn't really go anywhere. and his mom settled it by agreeing to pay the hospital bills. I may have been a kid at the time, but as an adult now,

I don't really feel like that was the best course of action. But I also don't really talk to my mother anymore. That may be related. Who knows? Unfortunately, this definitely strained the friendship between Brody and I. I definitely was not allowed to be over there anymore, and any time I asked if he could come over, there was always a reason why he couldn't. Because of this, we did hang out at school, but that was it.

And we slowly drifted apart until we eventually moved, and I completely lost touch with him. I really feel bad for Brody, because I'm afraid that I probably wasn't the only friend that he lost because of his brother. Chad, just for some reason, was evil. And I still have no idea why. All I know is that I now have a permanent son. scar on my chin, and large gatherings still kind of scare me. I do hope that Brody and his mom are doing okay, and I hope that Chad got whatever kind of help he needed, and I hope I never meet him again. Oh, and sorry about my mom, too. So this happened

when I was pretty young, probably 10 or 11, or around that age. At the moment, the house that my family were living in had a kitchen with a door inside that opened up to a back room which my mom had turned into a pantry, which had our fridge and other stuff. And just outside the kitchen door was a window by which we kept our water filter. If stood in the kitchen doorway, you could see through it and through the pantry door into the pantry. What I'm trying to say is, I guess, the pantry door and the kitchen door are parallel to each other. Anyway, One morning I woke up early, and my family was still sleep, which was not uncommon since I liked waking up early. I decided to go check the fridge for, well, anything.

When I got to the pantry and opened the fridge, I looked inside and saw nothing, and then looked out into the hallway through the doors, and I see someone standing there. I couldn't see a face or anything, just a dark figure, a couple of feet taller than me, but not tall enough to be an adult. I thought it might be my older brother, so I called out to him. Hey, what are you doing? I didn't get a reply, so I turned back and closed the fridge, and then turned back around, only to find no one there. Naturally, I thought my dumb brother was playing a prank on me, so I wasn't. went to go check. First, I checked in the hall to find no one, and then the living room again to find nothing. So, I went to his room only to find it empty. When I left, I ran into my mom

who asked me what I was doing in my brother's room, and I told her I was looking for him. She replied with, Oh, honey, he's at his friends for a sleepover. Turns out, my brother left the night prior after I'd fallen asleep to go to a friend's house for a sleepover, and wouldn't be back for the next two days as it was summer vacation. At that moment, I didn't think anything of it, mainly because I was a kid, and I didn't think it was a big deal and didn't tell anyone. And even after that, I didn't see or feel or hear anything, although the memory comes back from time to time. I still don't know what happened that morning. It could have just been my imagination, or my brain playing tricks on me. I don't know. And honestly, I don't think I want to know,

because just the thought of it freaks me out.