As I here about this thing, “The Rake” It frightens me to know that such an evil creature is out there.
But, myself have experienced or thought I experienced this Scary, Phenomenal situation. Me and my friend, we were walking out around 1:20 am, We were walking down this road and we heard this noise, the noise.. I can’t explain how it sounded like, so, we pointed flashlights over where we heard it, and to my surprise, I see these 2 glowing eyes, they were big, distracting, glowing eyes, after that we started to sprint away from it, but as we were sprinting we kept on hearing the noise.
That same night, as we were sleeping, I awoke hearing that scary noise, and to my disbelief, I saw those glowing eyes, staring at me, I thought I was dreaming, So frightened, I closed my eyes, and opened them again, it was gone. About 3 months later, my friend was spending the night over, and we heard a scratching noise on the door, we both woke, I got a knife, and when I slowly opened the door, nothing was there, but scratched in the door were some letters, we didn’t know what they meant, We didn’t go back to sleep that night, as we were thinking that we were going crazy, it stopped showing, but some nights, I feel it’s presence, watching my every move, waiting, waiting until I open my Eyes, I believe it’s real, and that it is still watching me, I fright that I will open my eyes, and, when I do, I see it staring at me.
~Anon
When I was a kid I had severe Asthma attacks. For those of you who don’t know what it is, it is a respiratory disease that usually affects children, and goes away by puberty. It can cause Asthma attacks, which essentially mean you can’t breathe. But I digress.
One night on the way back from the hospital and a particularly bad attack, we were driving on this little stretch of rode I know very well. Whenever I go back to visit my hometown, I drive this little piece of asphalt. I remember very vividly, I was sitting on the back left side of my mothers van(I was maybe five or six.) and staring out the window. I was still in a booster seat, so I could look down at the asphalt from where I was sitting. I remember looking down and seeing this..thing. It was pale grey, or maybe white. It had a very thin layer of lightly coloured hair on it’s body and head, and was more like a mix of a dog, or maybe a wolf, and a human. I stared at it, and after a few seconds, it looked up at me. Now, we were going maybe fifty or sixty mph, so this thing had to be fast, and I mean fast, to be keeping up with us. It looks at me, and I remember very vividly those eyes. Black, soulless eyes looking up at me. Now, the reason I can see all this is because Christmas lights were up all down the road, and the streetlights were on, so I had a fairly decent view of the creature. It’s running near the car, and I’m starting to get scared, but I don’t break eye contact. We keep on like this for maybe fourty-five seconds, until we hit the turn to go to our home. It keeps on running. I twist around in my booster seat to look out the back window, and I see it stop, and run on. It didn’t follow us. I’ve never seen it since, though I have heard similar stories of this creature.
This is a true story, and I will only say it happened in the Southeast United States.
These are true events that have happened to me, and after learning about the Rake…well. I figured this would be a good place to share what’s happened to me.
I come from a family that is, well, “spiritual”. Many of my family members claim to be psychic, or use magic, and there have even been times where I’ve seen them conduct talks with spirits through jumping tables, or glasses, things like that. I never really understood any of it, and nothing weird ever really happened to me. My great grandmother said it was because I was a “damper” or at least that’s what she called it. She said it meant I wasn’t sensitive to the “other world” so to speak. And that “paranormal” things won’t occur around me. But whatever you know? I never really cared. But it always seemed like I was around people who..would experience things. But I never experienced anything, and people would always tell me that they experienced less weird things whenever I was around.
But things just…started to change. I guess it started when I moved further out in the country side. I made friends with these girls and we were always hanging out together. They were a few years older than me, but I was always pretty mature for my age so we got along really well. They were pretty well off when it came to money and they actually owned a little bit of land and some animals. A couple horses, some cows, dogs, cats, and a really mean peacock. I ended up spending the weekend at their house one day and helped take care of the animals and all, and everything was totally fine. Aside from the peacock being really mean and trying to peck me, the animals were really relaxed and friendly.
It was getting late though so we had dinner, played some video games and then headed off to bed. I went to one of their rooms and started to get ready, but then one of them told me not to. That we were all gonna sleep in her sister’s room. I thought this was kind of weird cause her room was big enough for the three of us easily. And when I asked her why well…it seems like I made another couple friends who had weird things happen to them. She said that she started to have to sleep in her sister’s room because she was attacked. Of course I think she’s messing with me. Cause you know, girls having a sleepover, I’m the youngest, you know the drill.
But the thing is, she really didn’t seem like she was lying. Cause she’s a crappy liar. She told me that she woke up in the middle of the night with this…lanky humanoid creature strangling her with these big boney hands. And then she passed out and woke up again later to her alarm clock. She thought it was a dream but she had bruises on her neck from it. I take her story with a grain of salt and humor her and we all set up to sleep in her sister’s room. After drawing straws, I ended up on a sleeping bag on the floor while they took the bed. It didn’t matter to me though, they had carpet and blankets and stuff so I was comfortable.
We turned out the lights, (we left one nightlight on in case someone had to go to the bathroom, and I didn’t want to get stepped on) but we still stayed up and talked. After a while we all just kinda fell asleep. Now, normally I’m a pretty heavy sleeper. I mean, my alarm clock doesn’t usually wake me up on the first go. But I woke up pretty suddenly. There was this just…horrible noise. Of course I freaked out a little and woke one of the girls up, but she just told me it was probably the peacock and then went back to sleep. I checked my phone and it was a little passed 2am. I really didn’t think peacocks would be awake at that hour. And it didn’t sound like a peacock to me. There’s just…no real way to describe it. It almost sounded like a mix between a fox cry and a barn owl. But I thought whatever, they know more about their own animals than I do so I forced myself to go back to sleep.
I woke up again, but this time because I REALLY had to pee. I checked my phone to see if I could just like, hold it until it was time to get up. But it was three something and my bladder just totally wasn’t going to wait 4 more hours. So I got up, left the room, and went down the hall. I was walking past the room that belonged to the sibling who had the choking experience (sorry this is awkward to describe, I don’t want to use their names) and I saw movement out of my peripheral vision. I thought that maybe their dog had wandered in to come sleep with us, so I went to the door and made the stupid sounds we all make to dogs when we want them to come to us. But the movement stopped. Of course I’m blind as a friggin bat, so I’m staring into the dark room and squinting my eyes like I’ll suddenly gain night vision or something. And when my eyes finally adjusted to the lack of light, I just about nearly pissed my pants. There was this…thing crouching on all fours by the bed, and it was staring straight at me. So I flip out and just…run as fast as I can back to the room with the girls, shut the door and go hide in my sleeping bag and blankets. So I’m hyperventilating, freaking out and almost crying. After a little while, I just think that maybe it was one of the dogs and I was just seeing things because maybe we just played a little too much Resident Evil earlier, right? So I calm myself down, and just stay put under the blankets and try to go back to sleep. Screw my bladder, it could wait until the morning.
I woke up a bit later to another weird sound. This wasn’t that same sound I heard outside, it was the sound of the door opening. I think that maybe when I ran around I woke up their parents right? And they’re just coming into check on us. So I roll over and look under the bed to see the door and…just, thank god I have a strong bladder. I saw these just…disgusting limbs. Two legs, and two arms. They were this really pale gray color, almost white. And they were just…they were so long and boney looking. It’s fingers were really long too..the way it walked on them was just like, like how gorillas walk on their knuckles you know? But it’s fingers were too long to fold, so they just sort of…dragged. With each movement it made there was a weird clicking sound, like the same sound if you crack your knuckles or your neck or something. I thought if I was quiet it would go away but…it just kept walking further and further in. So I watched it from under the bed as it came around to my side. It stopped right before the edge of the bed. I was trying to be really still. Like…I was trying to make myself look like just a pile of clothes or something. But then it’s head just….peered over the side. It was looking DIRECTLY at me. I can’t really say that it had eyes. They just..looked like empty sockets with skin that wrapped around them. It was almost like I couldn’t look anywhere else but there. Just these two wide-set black pits. It didn’t look like it had a nose, and it’s mouth looked like it was more along it’s jawline than where a person’s mouth should be.
I really wanted to scream. I really really wanted to. I opened my mouth and I just…I couldn’t. all that came out were squeaks and air. Never in my entire life have I, before or since, been unable to make a sound. It started to crawl forward again around the edge of the bed to my side. It’s body was so wrong. It was almost skeletal. If you’ve ever seen footage or pictures of survivors from concentration camps, that’s very similar to how it’s body looked. But even that isn’t right. It’s limbs were just so abnormally long. Like…just structurally I don’t understand how it could survive. It started to walk over me, passing my feet and up over my legs. It moved really close and pinned my arms down with it’s huge boney hands. They were so hard with bone that it actually hurt. And it felt a lot heavier than it looked. I was horrified, I thought it was going to try to choke me like my friend said she was choked. I thought that maybe I could hurt it somehow. From the angle it was over me I thought maybe I could kick it between the legs or knee it in the stomach. And I looked down to even see if that would have any effect, it didn’t have human-like genitalia. There was…almost this sheath like shape, like a male dog has. I figured it was close enough so I tried to kick it. But I just couldn’t move. I couldn’t move my legs, my hands, anything. It was like I was paralyzed. I felt a breath on my face and had to look back at it. There were nostrils on it’s face that opened but then closed up tight. It did this while it just…smelled me. The air that came out of the holes was hot and just had this horrible foul smell. It smelled like..sour milk but stronger. I felt like it stayed there hovering over me for an eternity. Just…breathing and staring at me. I finally couldn’t take it anymore and I closed my eyes, hoping that I was just having a nightmare or that it would just…go away. Even with my eyes closed I could still hear it’s breathing and feel the air on my face. I could still smell it. I just kept my eyes closed and mentally counted down from 100. I don’t know what number I stopped at, but at some point I just fell asleep.
The next time I woke up, it was to the alarm clock going off for all three of us to get up. Of course I remember everything and I freak out, look around the room and everything. But there wasn’t anything there that wasn’t there when we went to sleep. I thought maybe it was just a REALLY bad nightmare. I felt really gross and sweaty though, and when I moved my hands to push my hair back, I saw some faint bruising on my arms. EXACTLY where it had been holding me down.
I wanted to tell my friends what had happened. I really wanted to. I just…couldn’t. So I pretended that nothing happened. I packed up my stuff and we spent the morning together before they drove me home. They noticed in the car that I had bruises and asked me about them (by then they were really obvious), and I just told them that I probably banged my arms up while we were taking care of the animals. I never really told anyone before what happened that night. I still went over to their house and hung out with them. But I would always leave before it got dark. I never spent another night there. They were always welcome to stay over at my house, and a few times, they did. Nothing was ever out of the ordinary.
This was the only time in my life something strange has happened. Ever since I’ve been trying to find out what this…thing…was. I know that the Rake was made up by people, but…this creature has surprising similarities to what I’ve read. I hope one day to find out what it was that scared me so much that night, but I know that is very unlikely. But because of this, I’ve grown to take an interest in the paranormal and unknown.
I’ve never seen this creature again, and I hope it stays that way.
This is probably the best submission that we have had. So well written. So detailed. And absolutely terrifying. I don’t care if you’re a skeptic, this submission was absolutely fantastic.
Also, just because The Rake was made by humans doesn’t mean that it wasn’t based off of someone’s true experience such as one much like your own. Please be careful and keep researching. Knowledge is one of the best things to protect yourself.
this happened a few years ago
my parents and i were staying at my grandma’s house because my neighborhood ran out of power in the middle of the night and we needed a place to stay (my mom and dad both rely on their laptops in order to do their work so it’d be a huge inconvenience)
my grandma has a very limited number of available rooms in her house. there is one guest room in the very end of the hallway in the second floor of her house and it was only big enough for two people. my dad agreed to sleep downstairs in the den, and my mom and i shared a bed. i fell asleep soon after we settled in.
i have no idea what time it was, but i woke up in the middle of the night because my mom was tossing and turning. i was turned to my side and facing the right side of the room. as soon as i opened my eyes, i saw this thing looking dead at me and smiling a huge smile, like literally from ear to ear. i could see its teeth and everything. they were like dog’s teeth, wide apart and dull until the very end of the tooth. its skin was wrinkled and leathery and grey. i think the most unsettling thing about it was its eyes. its sclerae were rough and grey, and it had really tiny, black pupils. and its hands were on the edge of the bed. the nails were jagged. it looked like it was crouching.
i stared at it for what felt like a minute because it was so much to take in. it had to be only a few seconds, though, because my first reflex was to turn away as quickly as possible and to toss the covers over my head. i tucked my head into my mom’s back and it took me half an hour to go back to bed. i didn’t get from under the covers until the following morning. it was one of the creepiest experiences of my life and only one person has actually believed me
