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.

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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.


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