As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Screaming by As The Raven Dreams | #Creepypasta Saturday

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Starting point is 00:00:14 It has been six days. Six long and agonizing days and that horrible screaming. As not stop. stopped, slowed, or silenced. I have tried to ignore it. I have tried to move on with my life and move forward with the things I need to do, but it seems like the screaming just keeps going and going no matter the time of day.

Starting point is 00:01:04 It is, for lack of a better word, unending. Let me step back and explain a few things. Maybe that would be for the best. I live in an apartment complex. Floor 3, Apartment J. I've lived here for most of my adult life, and I've managed to keep to myself and enjoy my life of solitude and independence. I prefer it that way.

Starting point is 00:01:44 I prefer not having to deal with other people, mostly because the more people you add to an equation, the more likely it is to become problematic. I've seen my neighbors a few times, and yes, I say hi to them when they pass in the hallways, sure, but honestly, I just want to enjoy my time at home, alone, sitting in my living room, watching television and eating whatever frozen foods I have on hand. It's a simple life.

Starting point is 00:02:18 Yes, it's one that most people would shun or gawk at, but it works for me. Besides, why should I care about my neighbors? They likely won't live here very long. Most people leave after their initial two-year lease is up. A lot of people don't seem to think that the property management does enough around here, or they aren't kind or nice or whatever BS complaints people nowadays want to throw out there about their landlords. I look at it this way. I pay my rent on time, and they leave me the hell alone.

Starting point is 00:03:08 I'm handy enough to fix most of my own problems, and they know it, so really it's win-win. Like I said, I've been here for around 25 years, and I've dealt with a lot of people that I personally do not care about, but as of late, things have been getting out of hand. Six days ago, at exactly three in the morning, the screaming started. I don't mean screaming like arguing, no, I mean the guttural screeching, deep-throated, level, agonizing, screaming. The kind of screaming that comes from someone bending your arm the wrong way until your shoulder joint snaps out of its socket. That kind of screaming. I know the exact time it started, because that is when it woke me up.

Starting point is 00:04:13 I was sound asleep when I heard it clear as day. I, of course, jumped out of bed, banged on the wall of the adjoining apartment in an attempt to get them to realize that they were being too loud. Of course, they did absolutely nothing. They just kept screaming. I decided I would go over in the morning and give them a piece of my mind, and then that I would try to go back to sleep. I might have dozed off once or twice for a few minutes, but nothing substantial.

Starting point is 00:04:48 Every time I woke up, the screaming would still be there. The final time I woke up and decided to stay awake for the day, I thought I heard another scream joining in to the fray. After around an hour, that thought turned into certainty. There were then two people screaming as loud as they could, two people doing everything in their power to destroy the peace and quiet that I was used to. At this point, I'd had enough. I was certain that the screaming, well, the initial screaming,

Starting point is 00:05:30 was coming from apartment I, the one directly to the left of mine. I put on enough clothing to protect myself from a decent exposure, threw on my slippers, and grabbed my doorknob to angrily yank the door open. Except the door didn't move. I twisted the knob. I watched the mechanism slip out of what was holding it, but no matter how hard I pulled on the door, It was steadfast.

Starting point is 00:06:03 I double-checked the deadbolt. It was unlocked. I slowly turned the handle and again verified that the little metal thing was, in fact, retracting, but still no movement. I swear I could see the light seeping into my apartment through the door frame, so it wasn't like someone had concreted the wall around my door when I wasn't paying attention or something. I thought that maybe something was wrong with the frame. maybe the wood had swelled with the weather, maybe the foundation was starting to give out, and my door was bearing the brunt of the pressure.

Starting point is 00:06:39 I figured that maybe giving the door a good hard slam with my weight could break it loose. So that's what I did. I rammed it with my shoulder and nothing. The door refused to budge. My slamming into it, kicking. it pounding on it, none of it did a damn thing to the integrity of that door. Exhausted, and in a bit of pain from repeatedly colliding with the door, I relented.

Starting point is 00:07:12 It wasn't moving, and there was nothing I could do to fix that. I leaned against the door, and I tried to catch my breath. I decided that then would be a good time to look through the peephole to see if maybe something had happened in the hallway. I moved in and stared out into the hallway of my building and was then confused. There was no door across the hallway. There was no door where apartment L should be. The marking was still there to show where the apartment should be, but there was no door at all.

Starting point is 00:07:51 It was as if they had removed the door and filled in the spot with drywall and then painted it. Obviously, this wouldn't have been possible. I would have heard them doing so and noticed the maintenance people working on it. Plus, why would they shut off an apartment like that? The more I thought about it, the less sense it made. So, in the end, I had to just stop thinking about it. I stepped away and threw myself into my recliner, and just stared out into the foggy morning.

Starting point is 00:08:32 I could see the street from my apartment, but it appeared to be barren. There were no cars or people out walking. It was the emptiest I had ever seen it personally. I couldn't make out the faces of the other buildings through the fog, but I could at least see the silhouettes. Not that it mattered if I couldn't leave the apartment. I sat there, just staring out at the fog as it rolled in and kept going. Then, the fact that I have a cell phone clicked in my mind.

Starting point is 00:09:06 I got up, went back to my bedroom to grab my phone, and it wasn't until I attempted to turn on the screen that something else occurred to me. None of my lights were on, anywhere in my apartment. The fact that my phone wasn't functioning, no matter what I did, verified this for me. me, I had no power. My apartment had plenty of windows, so it was well lit by the morning light, but none of my internal lights were working. None of the outlets had power.

Starting point is 00:09:41 It was as if someone had flipped the breakers to the apartment, and maybe they had. The problem with that is, the breakers are in the utility closet that you could only access from the hallway, and I, again, was stuck in my apartment. At first, I was annoyed, angry, determined to yell at someone for playing this annoying trick on me. I was further enraged by the damn screaming that was coming from my neighbor's place, and now three other people that had joined in this ear-piercing song. I returned to my chair and watched the day pass.

Starting point is 00:10:25 my mind was almost as foggy as the clearing outside my window. I had no idea how I was going to get out of this situation other than just wait for someone to rescue me. Surely, someone had to be working on a solution to this problem. Somewhere. There's no way that the police weren't already looking into the people screaming. There's no way that my name was. neighbors, or at least the ones that weren't screaming, and weren't the poor soul potentially

Starting point is 00:11:01 trapped in apartment L, hadn't already made a phone call to someone out there to look into the noises. My next door neighbor was the first to start screaming, so when they investigate the situation, they were bound to come up the stairs. When I heard them, I would just bang on my door for their attention and then explain what was going on, and surely... That would work out for me. That...

Starting point is 00:11:29 Well, that is what I honestly thought, for the first two days. For nearly 48 hours, I sat in my recliner and just watched the day pass by. The fog never lifting or clearing. In the entire time I watched, I didn't see a single person walking by, not a single car driving down the road. Nothing. All I saw... was light that was filtered by a dense fog and then the darkness of the night. As strange as it was, I wasn't hungry at all.

Starting point is 00:12:08 I'm the type that eats in a panic, so I figured I would want food, but with no power I couldn't heat anything up. I think I may have ate some bread and some peanut butter on day two, but I don't recall anything besides that. It wasn't until day four that I started to think maybe, just maybe. Things weren't going to change. By this point, I can no longer differentiate the sounds of the screams. I have no idea how many people were screaming, who they were, where they were,

Starting point is 00:12:47 all I knew was that the screaming was loud, unbearable, and closing my eyes to sleep would only make it seem louder. It was like it was coming from my room, or like it was seeping into my skull and echoing through my ears. So with that, sleep was not an option, no matter how much I was needing it. Lack of sleep can do crazy things to your head. You start to have weird things.

Starting point is 00:13:22 thoughts, you start to see things out of the corner of your eyes, and you start to hear strange noises. That's not to say that the screaming wasn't weird in and of itself. At first, I started to wonder if there was something keeping me in my apartment, maybe something like a wall. The more I stared at the spot where my neighbor's door used to be, I started to wonder if maybe they had done the same thing to my door. Maybe they had managed to put a wall up without me noticing. But how would you then explain my ability to see out into the hallways? Simple.

Starting point is 00:14:04 They left the people uncovered to taunt me, to let me see what was out there. To see what they had done to the others and to torture me. That had to be what was happening. It had to be. The problem with this became, well, what the hell do you do if you're faced with this situation? Clearly, the material they used for the exterior was of superior quality. I couldn't get my door to move at all. Then, on day five, the plan hatched.

Starting point is 00:14:41 I had two other options to an attempt to an escape. The first one was the easier of the two, so I decided that, would be plan B. That is to break the window and attempt to climb down the building. The problem with that was that I was on the third floor, and it was certain to hurt if I messed up and fell. Thus, I moved on with, well, plan A, which was to break through the inner wall and into my neighbor's apartment.

Starting point is 00:15:12 And, if nothing else, if, by whatever means, This was some sort of sick prank. I would get the last laugh, because I would damage his walls and yell at him the moment I got through. So, step one, find a hammer, which was already going to be an issue. I didn't have a hammer in my apartment. All of my tools were in my truck, which was down in the parking garage. I started digging through drawers, cabinets, and everything I had for storage to find something heavy enough to break through the walls.

Starting point is 00:15:59 The closest thing I had was a meat, tenderizing hammer and a kitchen knife. And, well, while that may not sound like it would be effective, it would be enough. If I could damage the drywall with the tenderizer, maybe I could cut through it with the knife. I went to my bedroom and I started on my plan. I smacked the wall as hard as I could. I put all of my strength that I could muster into each and every single swing, only to be met with zero in ways of results. No matter how much I hit the wall, how much damage it should have been causing, nothing was happening. I threw the small hammer off to the side, and I started trying to drive the knife into the wall,

Starting point is 00:16:53 trying to cut it, scratch it, or do anything I could to damage it. But again, nothing happened. No matter what I did, I couldn't damage the wall. I tried this process on every wall of my apartment, and the results never changed. The walls were seemingly impervious to damage. I shook this off and then moved forward with plan B, breaking the window. At this point, I didn't care if I broke my arm, my ribs, my legs, or whatever, I would just jump out if I had to. I returned to my living room and to the large bay window that loomed over my street.

Starting point is 00:17:35 I took the meat tenderizing hammer, and I started to beat on the window. no matter how many times I hit it, no matter how much it should have been shattering, it didn't. I grabbed my table lamp and I threw it at the window. The glass lamp shattered, the window didn't. I tried everything I could through the entire night to break through any part of my apartment. but all of my efforts were in vain. The thought of never escaping this hell was finally taking me over. I was stuck.

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Starting point is 00:18:59 of responsibility Sapplicin'clock I sat in my recliner again just staring at the night as it started to give way to the morning.

Starting point is 00:19:10 The fog that had seemingly haunted the grounds for the last few days was even more dense than it had been. I couldn't make out the silhouettes of the buildings anymore. I couldn't see the road. All I could see was a thick layer of haze, of white clouds that engulfed everything within my vision. And as I sat there and watched the night shift to morning, only by the fact that it was slidstable. slightly brighter outside, I started to see something. At first, I wasn't sure what it was, and I thought that maybe these past six days have been enough to drive me to the edge. But it started to become more clear the harder I looked.

Starting point is 00:20:00 I stood up, and I walked over to the window, stepping over pieces of the lamp and other detritus, and then stopping, with my face right against the glass. I kept my eyes on the fog, and slowly, very slowly, an outline of a pair of eyes started to come into focus. Based on their location in the fog, whatever it was that these glowing red eyes belonged to, well, it was large, nearly the size of the neighboring building.

Starting point is 00:20:41 I kept my focus on them. They started to grow brighter as they stared back at me. Then, I noticed that it wasn't just one pair of eyes that were watching me in the fog. No, it was dozens. The outline of each eye slowly took shape. I could see the dark red glow from each one, and I could feel that they were staring at me. Despite their size, despite their being so many of them, I knew they were staring straight at me.

Starting point is 00:21:21 They were watching me, and they were focused solely on me. As the seconds ticked away, the fog felt like it was starting to dissolve. at least enough for me to see what creature it was that I was having the staring contest with and as my eyes pulled in the scene in front of me, as my brain slowly painted the visual and imprinted it upon my memory, the only thing that I could think to do was scream. So that my good friends was screaming by me as the Raven Dreams. I wanted to put out an original story this week, so I did. And I hope that you all enjoyed it because I worked pretty hard on this one today,

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Starting point is 00:23:15 and I'm kind of happy with how it turned out. So all that said, my friends, I hope that you have a beautiful day. And I hope your weekend is as restful as you need it to be. And I hope that, you know, you're happy, healthy, and staying safe out there. And, of course, as is custom. with the channel. I hope that you.

As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Screaming by As The Raven Dreams | #Creepypasta Saturday

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