It lurks in her basement

This happened in April of 2016; I had been staying with my now ex-girlfriend, who we’ll call Emma. Emma and I were no strangers to anything paranormal or monstrous and this wasn’t the first or last time we had encountered something of the like. Now, before I move on I should describe the basement as this is important. The basement in Emma’s townhouse was very small, and it was where her “bedroom” was. It was roughly 28 feet long and was shaped almost like a blocky letter Z with the bedroom in the section under the stairs and a smaller area with an art desk on the latter end. Emma’s bed was located under the stairs and was very tiny, the room itself was 7 feet, both in length and width, being sectioned off only by 2 thick curtains rather than a door.
when I had arrived on the Friday I greeted her and noted how she seemed to be feeling much better as she had a gum graft 2 weeks prior. Throughout my stay nothing unusual had happened until Saturday night when I had gotten a random feeling of unease. I brushed it off and we went on with our night, watching movies on her bed and chatting about our friends.
The following morning I had awoken at 9 am which was very unusual as we had stayed up very late and I used to sleep like a rock back then. As I lay in the bed I wondered why I had woken up. Emma was still asleep and if i had been woken up from any sound she would be awake too as she slept much lighter than me. I rolled onto my side, looking out towards the curtains on the other side of the cramped room. That’s when I had seen what woke me up. Tall and slender, in the far corner of the room wedged between the dresser and curtain stood a creature so large that its neck had to be lowered for it to fit beneath the ceiling. It was black, it appeared to have some sort of cloak on and had a long, dark beak with a slight curve, with dull, white eyes above it. I laid there, motionless and confused at what I was seeing. I blinked and the creature remained, staring at the wall across from it. Cautiously, I sat up as quietly as possible to try and get a better look at what I was seeing, what I didn’t want to see. As I propped myself up on one arm the thing slowly turned its head to face me, moving its body only after it had settled its cold, lifeless gaze upon me. It seemed as if this terrible creature’s body was sucking up every last bit of light, sound, and energy in the room, and I felt as if I was being judged by it. Mustering up my will to move, I tore out of the basement and up the stairs. For the remainder of the day I spent my time upstairs with her mother, leaving her home only after she had woken up some 5 hours later.
I had called her later that night via skype and asked her if she had ever seen a creature like the one I had seen earlier that day. Her facial expression dropped into one of fear and confusion.
“That thing used to follow me around my old house before we moved” She said in reply.
I was confused, and scared for at the time I had no idea what this demonic bird-like creature was.
Emma moved to a house that was a bit closer to mine, and whilst renovating it, she and her family had found that a small room in the basement seemed to be full of negative energy. Slowly, weird things started to happen and the creature would appear in her new home as well. It still emanates a dark feeling and her dogs bark and whine at the creature whenever it appears. I don’t know why it follows her or why it just stares but I think it may be a Raven Mocker. Upon googling the creature I had found an illustration of one in front of a full moon that looked exactly like what i had seen. All I can do is pray that it doesn’t decide to do something more than watch her.

Raven Mocker

I have been unsure of where to go to tell others about this. My grandfather recently passed and the night he did, the strangest thing happened. I from the Appalachian part of Virginia, and my family are of both Cherokee and Navajo descendants. So stories of creatures in the woods aren’t uncommon to me. I have heard everything there is about stories and my family takes it all very seriously, and for everything native I would highly recommend it be taken seriously. For what my grandmother and I experienced alone that night will haunt me forever.

We live in the woods, not too far out from our neighbors but the town is quite literally in the middle of nowhere. Its about five minutes of a drive to get to any neighbors house from my grandmother’s and everyone there knows each other. I tend to enjoy being out at my grandmother’s house because I am very introverted and loved being with her and my grandfather. But my grandfather was becoming sick and his time was nearing. So I wanted to spend every second I could at their house before he passed, making sure to do whatever was needed around the house and surrounding land.

A few nights had passed and since it was summer, and I didn’t have a job, there was no need for me to be anywhere but there. I just texted my parents to let them know I was doing fine since they couldn’t drive the hour and a half to get to the house because of work. So it would be just my grandmother and myself for a couple of days taking care of my grandfather. However, when dawn fell he became extraordinarily sick and my grandmother who was a nurse took care of him.

I was on the couch in the living room, playing guitar and writing music, when suddenly I heard what sounded like something flying over our house. My first thought was maybe there is a helicopter flying over because people got lost in the woods often, and Search and Rescue missions were very common. But this wasn’t a helicopter. It was clearly the sound of like a bird. Like, the sound of a HUGE bird over our house, flying in circles like it was signaling its next meal.

I immediately went and told my grandmother who said it may just be a helicopter. So I did what any confused teenager from the woods would do. I got my .30-06 rifle and went outside. When i looked up i didn’t see anything, there were no lights and it was a cloudy night so it was just pitch black. I could still hear it flying then it stopped out in the distanced and at that moment i heard what i can only describe as a scream or screech of pure evil. At that moment I froze, I had never heard anything like it and for at least two seconds everything was silent. The middle of the woods, next to a pond always sounding with creatures, and i couldn’t hear anything except my grandmother opening the front door and yelling at me to get inside.

Now, I may be someone who would want to say that im big and bad. But that was the fastest sprint ive made into my house. My grandmother, now crying immediately told me to go say goodnight to Pa and run downstairs. I tried to tell her no, but there was a look in her eyes that just said not to. So i greeted my grandfather, who was barely alive at this point, and told him goodnight and that i love him. I hugged him and went downstairs. I sat down there for two minutes when i heard the sound of my grandmother coming downstairs. Saying he was gone and that we had to stay down here for the night in her medicine room. She said a short Cherokee prayer and we went to sleep.

I woke up the next morning and we buried my grandfather. My grandmother told me what a Raven Mocker was. And that according to legend, when they consume a victim’s heart, they take however many years left that person had to live as their own. She then said that Pa cheated them because he was ready to die before they even had arrived. We are mourning over his loss but we have told our fellow Cherokee of the incident and informed the doctors to keep watch.

Demonic Raven

To first begin this..story it is one I would never forget. After this experience with the Raven Mocker I now see life as a whole entire different story.
I have an old grandpa, and he is 96. Has told countless stories about an evil being that takes the form of old people and snatches the hearts of the dying and sick. But I thought that was all made up. I thought my grandpa Antonio was just a crazy old man out of his mind. One of his stories in particular caught my attention. He said that when he was a young boy, he was very sick. He had walking anomia. My grandpa was an adventurer. He never really liked staying inside because we’ll in my grandpa’s time there wasn’t such things as Smart Phones. He grew up on a land that his dad had bought. Great grandpa and Grandma had split up and went there separate ways. My grandpa lived with his dad. I won’t say what forest in particular, but it was a big oak wood forest. My grandpa had one neighbour, and that was soon to be my grandma. Although, my grandma’s mom was very ill. She was suffering from depression and she suffered asthma. It is kind of comman to hear ravens and crows where we are at..But this bitter and cold call was like nothing else. My grandpa said he was building a stick fort with my grandma deep in the woods, when he heard a crow of a bird. A..raven. it was loud, and sounded like a dinosaur from what he described it. He looked at my grandma with a weirder out face, and finished the little roof of the stick fort.

Fast forward a few hours later of them two playing in the woods. Grandma and Grandpa where heading out of the woods when they heard the sound again..but this time..way closer. It sounded only a few houses away. Each house is spaced out a little, and Grandma lived only right next door.
When the sound squealed out through the woods, it was later followed by a scream. A screaming of a man. I knew that voice to well. It was my grandma’s dad. Screaming and crying. My grandma looked at my grandpa, and took off into the direction her house was. My grandpa, being the lobe bird he was took after her also. “W-WAIT!” He called to my grandma as he was jumping over bushes and tripping over rocks. But my grandma didn’t slow down. She sped up.
By the time grandpa and Grandma reached the house, there where police everywhere. But they where… different police. There not like the ones you see today. As grandma and Grandpa got I the house, grandpa says what he saw next will haunt him even when he is gone. My grandma’s mom..had ended her self. Wrists in shambles with a fine blade next to her. They thoughtit was a suicide attempt. They police where checking for a pulse, but when they came across her heart..her chest sank in right there where her heart USE to be. After that, they took her away to hurry my great grandma I never got to meet. Now my grandma suffers from depression with seeing that horrible image. But the one thing that bothers her the most is how her mom’s heart was missing without a trace if dissection. Where her heart had been was just a soft spot. Like if you push your thumb in an old plum and your thumb just sinks in.
My grandpa’s story has forever scared me. But I have also encountered this myself. My story is not as scary as grandpas, thank God but it still scared me. I was walking home from being at a friends house. There was 4 other people around me. One on a bike that passed by me that was a teen, a very old woman that was stumbling on her walker, a man passing by in his car, and a old man that looked to be 70. I get a text from my friend and my phone goes off. I unlock my phone and he says that I had forgotten my PS4 controller at his house. “I will come and get it tomorrow. It’s getting dark.” I reply. As soon as k switch off my pbone, a hear a bird cluck. At first I thoughf it was my phone but my notification is the predator growl. I look around and see that the old man and woman had completely vanished. I was on my phone for 9 seconds and they disappear without a trace. How could that happen? That are old and move slow. I mean sure there is woods right next to the sidewalk but surely I would have heard the crunching of leaves and sticks. My phone goes off again, and this time it’s a text from my mom. “Come home now” she says. I look at the time and it’s 8:40. I was supposed to be home 20 minutes ago. The old man and woman thought gets pushes at the back of my head, and I run home.
I reach my house a few hours later, and open the door ready to hear it from my mom. It instead, she walks up and hugs me tightly. I’m confused. “Uh, mom. What’s going on? Is it my birthday or something?”. She loosens her grip, and makes me sit down on a couch in front of the TV. My mom is watching the news, which is very not like her. She is tearing up, and I focus on the words plastered across the screen.
“OLD MAN FOUND DEAD IN WOODS. DEATH US UNKNOWN”. I sit there, getting paranoid. Then, the most unspeakable thing happens. The live news reporter walks up to an old lady stumbling with her walker. The man asks “Ma’am! Have you seen anything lately?” The old lady looks at the camera, and says something I do not understand.
She says, “Kalanu Akyeliski”. She says it over and over and over and over. Then she says, “Me. I. Me.i Kalanu Akyeliski”
What is that supposed to mean.
A few weeks later,my dad told me they..opened the old man to try to find any signs of broken bones bullet or anything like that. What they should have found was the old man heart…

Raven Mocker

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.