I have several stories but I’m only going to do the ones that stand out the most. They’re centered around my run-ins with a witch that our folks called a raven mocker. There isn’t much information on them but I know they are usually invisible and I’ve been told they can take many forms. first three stories all occured while I was outside, near wooded areas, after dark. For some reason it likes to stay in the woods. Others are dream attacks and a few are extremely unusual animal encounters. These all take place starting from when I was maybe 10 or so and continue on up to today. I’m 22 now. I apologize in advance if it’s long. I try to include as much detail as possible. This first one happened at my grandmother’s house.
Me and my oldest cousin, Tristan, had decided to go outside after everyone else had gone to bed. We were out at the shed talking and smoking a cigarette when I heard my grandmother call my name. I freaked out because I thought we were busted. Got even more freaked out because it sounded like it came from behind the shed and we knew she was in the house which was in front of us. Now to finish this story I have to tell you that my cousin is a hillbilly from up around Black Mountain that was really into instigating things. I am Indian and I was raised around old Indian folk. I believed there were some things that you SHOULD fear… and respect… but most importantly, fear. So anyway, he wants to check it out. Peer pressure is a hell of a drug. So we went to look. We walked up towards the tree line and out of nowhere I heard one of my other cousins calling me from ahead of us in a thick patch of cane, on the swampy side of the woods. That particular cousin, Dakota, was in the house passed out on the couch at the time. Then my dad called me followed shortly by my aunt, both of whom had gone home hours before this. The thing has literally mimicked a nice percentage of my family at this point. So I’m creeping up to that patch of cane and I stop about five feet away from treeline. There’s a tree just behind these bushes and up about fifteen feet there’s a branch. That branch starts shaking and I hear the leaves rustling. When I looked up I saw something falling from that branch. It almost looked like a large bird but I didn’t really get a good look at it. As soon as it landed it sounded like something started running at us head on through those bushes. If I had not experienced the events that happened up to this point I’d have thought a bear was charging toward us. It’s the only logical answer. If you looked across the top of the cane you could see the taller ones parting. This thing was big, fast, bipedal, and REALLY heavy. It looked like it was going to make one hell of an entrance. With a sound to match. I can only desbribe it as sounding like a man that weighed as much as a small horse running at a full sprint. Then right before it got to the edge it just stopped. We were too shook up to even move. We just stood there. When I finally regained mobility I walked backwards all the way to the house. I didn’t take my eyes off that treeline once. We got inside and as soon as we closed the door something hit it. Tristan opened it up to look and there was nothing. So he closed it and locked it. We turned and started to walk away and it happened again. It hit harder this time. We looked at each other and went straight to the living room. We sat there in the darkness and did not move or say a word until the sun came up.
This second story happened at my house in my back yard. My buddy Fernando was staying over this particular night.
Me and Fernando had set up a tent and we’re planning on staying outside that night. We were in the house getting something to drink and I started to head back outside while Fernando was still playing around in the fridge. So we had this really weird cat at the time that just showed up out of nowhere. It would show up and creep around the edge of the woods and just watch me all the time. Sometimes he would glare at me at night while literally peeking out from around a tree. All you would see was a cat shaped black outline with two eyes that glowed a blueish green color when light hit them. It was unnerving. Occasionally it would make these really unusual sounds that were kind of cat-like and not very cat-like at the same time. Almost like the cat was mixing a completely different animal sound in with his cat noises. It only did the weird noises at night. We had a lot of cats that hung around but they didn’t make noises like this. The other cats even seemed to be a little weirded out by him sometimes. They would avoid him and some even left entirely after he started showing up. Anyway, this particular night I walked out the back door and he was sitting in the middle of my backyard. Glaring at me as usual. So I took off in a full on sprint and chased him out of the yard, passed this line of tall bushes that blocks out all the porch light. He ran into the woods and I don’t recall ever seeing him again after that. I turned and started to walk back and immediately it felt like some kind of heavy wind just blew through me and I heard the unmistakable sound of a cougar. This thing sounded pissed and it could’nt have been more than five feet behind me. I made the good 30 yard dash to the back door in about two seconds. Fernando was on his way out at this time and had seen the whole event from the window in the back door. Fernando pushed the door open and I ran inside. His eyes were damn near big enough to use for dinner plates. Mine probably weren’t much smaller. He said something along the lines of “DID YOU SEE THAT!?” and I replied with “No, but I heard it.” He said there was an older looking man with glowing red eyes standing behind me and that he had tried to grab me. We just left the tent where it was and decided to sleep in the house that night. I started referring to him as “Cat God” after that. When I tell this story today I always make a joke about how we gave him the yard that night. I always follow that up by saying “He could’ve had the house too, if he’d came in here to claim it.” At the time I was under the impression that it was some demon that really liked cats and just happened to live in my backyard. I didn’t bother the cats after that. Even the scary ones. Later I came to the conclusion that the cat was some kind of shapeshifter and that it turned into the red eyed man that mocked that cougar. Or the other way around. One of those.
This next story also happened in my backyard but at the other end of the line of tall bushes that cuts through it.
My dog was hooked up to a tree that stood maybe twenty feet in front of this old barn behind our house. This old barn is where we store the tractor. It’s pretty much just an unfinished shack. It has three rooms and only one has walls, mostly just plywood. The other two are pretty much just a tin roof and some 2×4s that hold it up. This barn is on the other side of those bushes where the porch light stops. So anyway, I’m pacing back and forth, lengthwise of the dog runner and talking to the creator, occasionally stopping to pet my dog. I know, weird, but that’s how I pray. I pace a lot at night during the summer. Especially in the few days leading up to, during, and after the full moon. My neighbors probably think I’m a werewolf haha. Anyway, I’m doing my normal pacing ritual and I start to get this really weird feeling like I’m being watched. I’m very sensitive to energy and things so I almost immediately locked on to the general direction of where I thought it was coming from. And my dog made it clear that it wasn’t just my imagination when she perked up and started staring in the same direction. She started alternating between deep growls and a deep hushed bark. The hair down her back was standing straight up. Now remember that line of bushes blocks out all the porch light and in the summer the trees back there are so thick that even the brightest full moon won’t light up that treeline. Plus the tin roof blocked out any light that did get passed the trees so it was near pitch black under that shelter. I made the mistake of saying “I know you’re there, show yourself.” because I’m a dumbass. That made everything get about a thousand times worse. Instantly this invisible thing starts attacking us. Me mostly. The dog starts pulling away, whimpering, and trying to yank her head out of her collar. My entire body tenses up from the almost electrical energy in the air. A horrible smell that I can only describe as “death” starts floating around. I felt paralyzed and really sick to my stomach and it only seemed to get worse. whatever it was It just seemed to be focusing I don’t know, “intent” at me, I guess. Some horra-terrify-able kind of intent. I started getting these short bursts of horrifying visual images. My chest started to feel like someone had set my insides on fires and started digging around inside me with a fork. I couldn’t even run. Eventually I blacked out or went into some kind of trance or something. When I came out of it I was just standing there. Still staring at that spot. It was still there but it was just watching. I guess it felt like it had made its point. My entire body was sore and I felt nauseous. I unhooked the dog and walked to the back door with my head nearly twisted backwards trying to make sure nothing snuck up on me. That night I went to sleep and didn’t get out of bed for nearly two whole days. I was sick as a dog and It felt like I had been poisoned. It took almost a week to recover fully. After that you couldn’t pay me to go near the woods at night. Hell, I wouldn’t even go back there in broad daylight for months afterward.
The next few stories are dream attacks mostly. I have a lot of those these days. I figure that’s due to how incredibly difficult it is to lure me outside at night. After the three physical encounters, let’s just say my paranoia kicks in for literally no reason at all sometimes. The slightest odd feeling and my ass is indoors, armed to the teeth, with the house on lockdown. I just assume Cat God is experimenting with new tactics because of this. So anyway, time passes and it’s mostly just little stuff for a while and then it starts to flare up again. This thing likes to announce his presence when he starts feeling uppity. The next few stories are from one of his recent uppity moments.
So the strange sounds, knocking on the floors, and feelings of being watched start to become increasingly more frequent and then one night I hear this VERY aggressive barking coming from my front yard. Dogs pass through our yard all the time. I make friends with most of them. Shoot, I make friends with pretty much all the wildlife that I come across, even the spiders and snakes. They’re attracted to me for some reason. But not this dog. The first night I didn’t see him. The second night I only saw his eyes. The full moon was out and the yard was very well lit that particular night. Of all the places that dog could be standing it chose the darkest part of the yard. Between a huge tree and a white shack-like building where we store junk that we don’t have room for in the house. The spot was basically one big shadow. This was the same area the dog had been barking from the night before. So I go outside and I see these two blueish glowing eyes that are pretty widely spaced apart, meaning that this dog was huge. It sounded pretty big too. Our eyes locked and I got this very unsettling feeling. There was nothing else out there. The dog appeared to be barking at my house and me after I came outside. Again, VERY aggressively. There was something really off about this dog. Assuming it was trying to lure me outside to the treeline, I fired a warning shot in the dirt a few feet in front of it. I never saw or heard it move but it wasn’t there after I fired. I would have seen it if it had ran in any direction because that shadow was just around the tree it was standing under. Plus, I have really good hearing. I can usually make out the sound of even the slightest movement in the woods. I definitely would have heard that dog running through the dead leaves. It was like the eyes shut and the dog just vanished. It came back the next night and barked around my side of the house, near my bedroom window, but back in the woods a little ways. It snowed a few days later and we found it’s prints. They were almost as big as my hand if I spread my fingers apart as far as they’ll go. I halfway thought it was just some abnormally large and mentally disturbed dog so I decided not to shoot it. Not that it would’ve helped if it had been what I thought it was. Probably would’ve pissed it off.
A few nights later I had a dream about a cougar that seemed to shrink and grow at random as it walked around in my front yard. It was huge. It kept coming up on the porch and trying to get in my front door. At one point it somehow got it’s head inside. It was bear sized. I was sitting with my back against the door to keep it out. It wanted in badly. I shrugged this one off as just a normal dream until the next night, when I had the exact same dream, only this time it was a man in a dark hooded cloak. He wore a mask that appeared to be carved from wood and painted white. It had markings but I don’t remember what they looked like. It vaguely resembled old masks that our people wore during certain ceremonies. Like a booger mask or something. It had eyes that were made up of large black pupils, surrounded with a deep blood red iris, and a black outer layer. Or at least that’s the way I remember it. They were definitely red and they emitted a soft light with a reddish glow. Not super bright or anything. Like the cougar, he also seemed to grow and shrink at random and kept trying to get through my front door. It almost looked like he was floating as he crept up onto the porch. It got maybe four feet from the door and I just reacted with the first thing that crossed my mind. I started banging against the door and yelling like I’d lost my mind. I guess I figured it might scare it away. I was very wrong. It stopped, cocked it’s head sideways a little, and just stared at me. This thing had to be at about nine feet tall. It reached out it’s hand toward me and I stopped dead in my tracks. The hand moved really fast and I woke up almost immediately. I’m not really certain of what he pointed at me. I want to say it looked like a gun or something but it could have just been a gloved hand. A gun was actually the last thing I expected and that made it way scarier. A witch with a pistol. That was a new one on me.
This next one happened about a week following the Cougar and red-eyed man dreams. Somewhere around mid January 2018. Before I get into this one I’m going to say I have never had any sleep paralysis experiences. But this one kind of sounds like sleep paralysis to me. Mostly because I don’t remember waking up. I believe I was already awake.
I had just gotten in from work one night and I decided to take a nap because I was exhausted. Somewhere during that nap I had a dream that I was walking through a field and I was attacked by a swarm of ravens. I say swarm because there was a literal f*ck-ton of them. Pardon my language. Like kicking a huge hornets nest but with huge black birds. They pinned me down on my back and held me there. I struggled for a while then I woke up. I was laying on my back in my bed. Same way the birds pinned me down in the dream. I was still very tired so I closed my eyes and started to go back to sleep. And then something hit me. And then another and another and so on. This startled me a bit but for some reason I couldn’t hold my eyes open. I struggled a little and realized that I was still pinned down. I started to get the feeling that something was in my room with me. And I suppose it became aware that I was aware of its presence. I started to hear this quiet laughter, like cackling sort of. It was like the thing was trying to be quiet but not too quiet. It wanted me to hear it. It just kept up this terrifying laughter and throwing what I thought were twigs, or something, at me. This went on for maybe ten minutes. The whole time I was struggling to hold my eyes open and turn my head to face it but I couldn’t. Finally, I just gave up and let my eyes shut. I never went back to sleep but after a little while I couldn’t sense it anymore. The twig throwing or whatever had stopped as well as the cackling. I slowly started to regain control of my hands and eventually the rest of my body. I opened my eyes, sat straight up, and finally got my look at that damn corner. Nothing. What was really weird is I don’t move a lot in my sleep and I normally sleep face down. I always wake up exactly how I fall asleep. I don’t sleep on my back with my hands by my sides and I don’t sleep on that side of the bed either. I woke up in the same position that I was pinned down in during both “dreams”.
I’ve only ever had one other dream even remotely similar to that one. It was probably the worst dream attack I’ve ever had. It was a small, almost doll sized child. It was at the age when kids mouths never stop moving and everything they say is just they cutest thing. It was adorable. Right up until it hugged me. It latched on to my chest like a leach, dug its claws in, and started saying these really horrible things. It began to morph into some kind of tiny hobbit monster. Eyes turned into black holes and the skin turned grey like a corpse. It began cackling and again, I became paralyzed and unable to move. I started to get really tired and thought I was going to die. With the last bit of energy I could muster I managed to rip it off like a bandaid and fling it across the room. It hit a wall and the head jerked back up and glared at me. I woke up. I could still feel it’s presence in the room. I was instantly six years old again. I pulled my feet up under my blanket and sat Indian style in the center of my bed. I was literally wearing a security blanket. My head was the only thing that stuck out. I sat there until I felt safe enough to move. Then I leaned back to grab my phone and used it to light up the room just enough to make me feel comfortable with idea of getting up to turn the light on. Six year old me wasn’t half as afraid of the dark as I was that night.