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Episode Date: December 17, 2025

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The Rake During the summer of 2003, events in the northeastern United States involving a strange, human-like creature sparked brief local media interest before an apparent blackout was enacted. Little to know information was left intact, as most online and written accounts of the creature were mysteriously destroyed. Primarily focused in rural New York State, and once found in Idaho, self-proclaimed witnesses told stories of their encounter. is with a creature of unknown origin. Emotions ranged from extremely traumatic levels of fright and discomfort to an almost childlike sense of playfulness and curiosity. While their published versions are no longer on record,

the memories remained powerful. Several of the involved parties began looking for answers that year. In early 2006, the collaboration had accumulated nearly two dozen documents dating between the 12th century and present day, spanning four continents. In almost all cases, the stories were identical. I've been in contact with a member of this group, and was able to get some excerpts from their upcoming book. A Mariners Log, 1691.

He came to me in my sleep. From the foot of my bed, I felt a sensation. He took everything. We must return to Inline. England, we shall not come here again at the request of the Rake. Journal entry, translated from Spanish, 1880. I've experienced the greatest terror. I've experienced the greatest terror.

I've experienced the greatest terror. I see his eyes when I close mine. They are hollow. Black. They saw me and pierced me. his wet hand I will not sleep his voice a suicide note 1964 as I prepare to take my life I feel unnecessary to assuage any guilt or pain I've introduced through this act it is not the fault of anyone rather than him for once I awoke and felt his presence and once

I awoke and saw his form Once again I awoke and heard his voice And looked into his eyes I cannot sleep without fear of what I might next awake to experience I cannot ever wake Goodbye Found in the same wooden box

Where two empty envelopes addressed to William and Rose And one loose personal letter with no envelope Dearest Linney I have prayed for you He spoke your name from a witness, 2006. Three years ago, I'd just returned from a trip to Niagara Falls with my family for the 4th of July. We were all very exhausted after a long day of driving, so my husband and I put the kids straight to bed and called it a night. At about 4 a.m., I woke up thinking my husband had gotten up to use the restroom.

I used the moment to steal back the sheets, only to wake him in the process. I apologized and told him I thought he was out of bed. When he turned to face me, he gasped and pulled his feet up from the end of the bed so quickly. His knee almost knocked me out of the bed. He then grabbed me and said nothing. After adjusting to the dark for half a second, I was able to see what caused the strange reaction.

At the foot of the bed, sitting and facing away from us, was what appeared to be a naked man, or a large, hairless dog of some sort. Its body position was disturbing and unnatural, as if it had been hit by a car or something. For some reason, I was not instantly frightened by it, but more concerned as to its condition. At this point, I was somewhat under the assumption

that we were supposed to help him. My husband was peering over his arm and knee, tucked into the fetal position, occasionally glancing at me before returning to the creature. In a flurry of motion, it scrambled around the side of the bed, and then crawled quickly in a flailing sort of way right along the covers until it was less than a foot from my husband's face. It was completely silent for about 30 seconds,

probably closer to five, but it seemed like a while. Just looking at my husband, it then placed its hand on his knee and ran into the hallway. leading to the kid's room. I screamed and ran for the light switch, planning to stop the thing before it hurt my children. When I got to the hallway, the light from the bedroom was close enough to see it crouching

and hunched over about 20 feet away. It turned around and looked directly at me, covered in blood. I flipped the switch on the wall and saw my daughter, Clara. The creature ran down the stairs as my husband and I rushed to help our daughter. She was very badly injured and spoke only once more in her short life. She said,

He is the rake. My husband drove his car into a lake that night while rushing our daughter to the hospital. They did not survive. Being a small town, news got around pretty quickly. The police were helpful at first, and the local newspaper took a lot of interest as well. However, this story was never published, and the local television news never followed up either. For several months, my son Justin and I stayed in a hotel near my parents' house. After we decided to return home, I began looking for answers myself.

I eventually located a man in the next town over who had a similar story. We got in contact and talked about our experiences. He knew of two other people in New York who had seen the creature we now were first. to as the rake. It took the four of us two solid years of hunting on the internet and writing letters to come up with a small collection of what we believed be accounts of the rake. None of them give any details, history, or follow-up. One journal had an entry involving the creature in its first three pages, then never mentioned it again. A ship's log explained nothing of the encounter, saying only that they were told to leave by the rake. That was the last entry in the log.

There were, however, many instances where the creature's visit was one of a series of visits with the same person. Multiple people also mentioned being spoken to, my daughter included. This led us to wonder if the rake had visited any of us before our last encounter. I set up a digital recorder near my bed and left it running all night, every night, for two weeks. I would tediously scan through the sounds of me rolling around in my bed each day when I woke up. By the end of the second week, I was quite used to the occasional sound of sleeping while blurring through the recording at eight times in normal speed.

It still took almost an hour every day. On the first day of the third week, I thought I heard something different. What I found was a shrill voice. It was the rake. I can't listen to it long enough to even begin to transcribe it. I haven't let anyone listen to it yet. All I know is that I've heard it before, and now I believe that it spoke when it was sitting in front of my husband. I don't remember hearing anything at the time, but for some reason, the voice on the recorder immediately brings me back to that moment.

The thoughts that must have gone through my daughter's head make me very upset. I have not seen the rake since he ruined my life, but I know that he's been in my room while I slept. I know and fear that one night I'll wake up to see him staring at me.