A few years back I was visiting a friend at her house right off campus in Philadelphia. Her house was having a party and we all got pretty drunk. Students and locals were all in attendance. I went down to her room in the basement to pass out when I woke up a few hours later to see a complete stranger walking towards me with his pants down and dick in his hand. Screamed for dear life, he ran out.
23. The Rake
In high school on Black Friday we drove to a huge mall maybe an hour away. It was about 3am when we left, and being a bunch of bored kids we decided to try and take a little detour through the woods.
So we duck off the interstate onto a two lane highway, no other cars for at least half an hour at this point. We’re driving through the woods, and come over a hill into a valley with a river at the bottom. I guess the dew point must have just been reached or something, because immediately after we turn over the hill h river just starts billowing out fog. I’ve never seen anything like it, you could see the outlines of the clouds in the darkness and that’s it.
By now were kinda spooked, but still being dumb and bored we dare a few of us to go running out in the fog. So we pull over, and with the fog lights there’s maybe about 30 feet of visibility.
Three of us get out of the car, walk forward a little and suddenly it gets cold. There’s a huge blast of wind, and now the fog is so thick you literally can’t see your hand in front of your face. At this point we start losing our collective shit and try running back to the car, except I trip. That was scary enough. But it gets worse.
At this point all four of us are freaking out, we need to get home or at the least get out of the fog. We drive a little, and we see a sign for “Old Mine Road” and the fog looks a little better so we pull onto it to figure out what’s going on. My friends car has a navigation system, and were on our phones trying to use google map or something.
For some super unfortunate reason all of these systems tell us to take a short cut through Old Mine Road. Us being dumb, went with it.
We’re driving along this unpaved road, and the fog gets a little better. We turn a corner, and the fucking headlights lit up what must have been 20 or so fucking deer. But not the deer, just their eyes. I don’t know if they were deer, since deers eyes don’t normally glow fucking green, but I really need to think their deer for my own sake.
At this point were flipping out, screaming. “What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck.” Screaming.
We try and turn around except now the fog has gotten even worse. GPS says it’s another five minutes to a big highway so we decide to just keep going.
We’re all on edge, understandably, and we’re almost home free. We turn one more corner, and there’s just a pile of trash in the middle of the road. Like an actual pile of trash, as if some hoarder just dumped everything off in the middle of the woods.
The driver slows down to get around it, and all of us are just staring at this trash. Something is up with it, we can tell.
At this point I would recommend you look up what is known as “The Rake” from Northeastern America, specifically the border of Connecticut and New York where we were. The Rake, to my understanding, is a half-man, half-dog hybrid that roams the woods and hunts packs of deer.
And I swear to god the fucking rake just erupted from underneath the trash. I took one look at it before promptly pissing my pants.
It had a pale, ghastly white face not unlike Voldemort, hunched back, wispy body hair, fangs, and was extremely skinny. Black eyes. Completely unnatural.
The driver guns it, all of us are screaming bloody murder, and were fucking flying down this road.
Ever been so afraid you’ve had to puke? Because that is some primal fucking terror. We pulled over at a gas station near our houses, and I just lost it and started puking.
Three of us pissed ourselves.
The rake is very much real, and it is fucking terrifying. Stay on the highways for your own sake.
24. “Not if…”
I (male) had a threesome with my girlfriend and a long standing friend of hers (also male) who she sometimes fools around with. No big thing, totally allowed by the rules of our relationship for them to be doing whatever they want, whenever they want, so long as they’re not using my bed when I want to sleep.
All in all, pretty fun night.
Then he got psycho on us. Well, on me specifically. All 3 of us are hardcore kinksters, but he has a reputation for not being afraid to push people to the limits of their consent. Fine, fair enough, that shit flies in some sub-circles of the kink community. He certainly didn’t appeal to me for such activities, and I made this clear to him.
I didn’t get anything sent to me directly, but he spent the week after our little adventure sending my girlfriend long, graphic, brutal descriptions of all the things he wants to do to me. My knowledge of physiology isn’t great, but it sounds like at least half of the stuff on the list would disfigure me, if not outright kill me.
It got so bad my girlfriend insisted on staying with me for a week, despite her being based in the next town over, so she could “talk him down when he tried to break in and attack you, or at the very least phone the police”.
Not if, when.
In the end she managed to talk him in off the crazy ledge via email, but, unsurprisingly, they no longer talk. At all. Ever. I am under strict instructions to remind her of the week she felt compelled to keep a knife on the bedside table if she considers giving him a second chance.