Author Topic: The Rake. (Read 3925 times)

moonbear · « **on:** June 19, 2009, 12:25:10 AM »

During the summer of 2003, events in the northeastern United States involving a strange, humanlike creature sparked brief local media interest before an apparent blackout was enacted. Little or no information was left intact, as most online and written accounts of the creature were mysteriously destroyed.

Primarily focused in rural New York state, self proclaimed witnesses told stories of thier enounters with a creature of unkown origin. Emotions ranged from extremely traumatic levels of fright and discomfort, to an almost childlike sense of playfulness and curiosity. While their published versions are no longer on record, the memories remained powerful. Several of the involved parties began looking for answers that year.-------

A Suicide Note: 1964

As I prepare to take my life, I feel it necessary to assuage any guilt or pain I have introduced through this act. It is not the fault of anyone other than him. For once I awoke and felt his presence. And once I awoke and saw his form. Once again I awoke and heard his voice, and looked into his eyes. I cannot sleep without fear of what I might next awake to experience. I cannot ever wake. Goodbye.

Found in the same wooden box were two empty envelopes addressed to William and Rose, and one loose personal letter with no envelope.

Dearest Linnie,
I have prayed for you. He spoke your name.

A Journal Entry (translated from Spanish): 1880

I have experience the greatest terror. I have experienced the greatest terror. I have experienced the greatest terror. I see his eyes when I close mine. They are hollow. Black. They saw me and pierced me. His wet hand. I will not sleep. His voice (unintelligible text).

A Mariner's Log: 1691

He came to me in my sleep. From the foot of my bed I felt a sensation. He took everything. We must return to England. We shall not return here again at the request of the Rake.From a Witness: 2006-------

Three years ago, I had just returned from a trip from Niagara Falls with my family for the 4th of July. We were all very exhausted after a long day of driving, so my husband and I put the kids right to bed and called it a night.

At about 4am, I woke up thinking my husband had gotten up to use the restroom. I used the moment to steal back the sheets, only to wake him in the process. I appologized and told him I though he got out of bed. When he turned to face me, he gasped and pulled his feet up from the end of the bed so quickly his knee almost knocked me out of the bed. He then grabbed me and said nothing.

After adjusting to the dark for a half second, I was able to see what caused the strange reaction. At the foot of the bed, sitting and facing away from us, there was what appeared to be a naked man, or a large hairless dog of some sort. It's body position was disturbing and unnatural, as if it had been hit by a car or something. For some reason, I was not instantly frightened by it, but more concerned as to its condition. At this point I was somewhat under the assumption that we were supposed to help him.

My husband was peering over his arm and knee, tucked into the fetal position, occasionally glancing at me before returning to the creature. In a flurry of motion, the creature scrambled around the side of the bed, and then crawled quickly in a flailing sort of motion right along the bed until it was less than a foot from my husband's face. The creature was completely silent for about 30 seconds (or probably closer to 5, it just seemed like a while) just looking at my husband. The creature then placed its hand on his knee and ran into the hallway, leading to the kids' rooms.I screamed and ran for the lightswitch, planning to stop him before he hurt my children. When I got to the hallway, the light from the bedroom was enough to see it crouching and hunched over about 20 feet away. He turned around and looked directly at me, covered in blood. I flipped the switch on the wall and saw my daughter Clara. My husband drove his car into a lake that night, while rushing our daughter to the hospital. He did not survive.

Being a small town, news got around pretty quickly. The police were helpful at first, and the local newspaper took a lot of interest as well. However, the story was never published and the local television news never followed up either.

For several months, my son Justin and I stayed in a hotel near my parent's house. After we decided to return home, I began looking for answers myself. I eventually located a man in the next town over who had a similar story. We got in contact and began talking about our experiences. He knew of two other people in New York who had seen the creature we now referred to as the Rake.

It took the four of us about two solid years of hunting on the internet and writing letters to come up with a small collection of what we believe to be accounts of the Rake. None of them gave any details, history or follow up. One journal had an entry involving the creature in its first 3 pages, and never mentioned it again. A ship's log explained nothing of the encounter, saying only that they were told to leave by the Rake. That was the last entry in the log.
There were, however, many instances where the creature's visit was one of a series of visits with the same person. Multiple people also mentioned being spoken to, my daughter included. This led us to wonder if the Rake had visited any of us before our last encounter. I set up a digital recorder near my bed and left it running all night, every night, for two weeks. I would tediously scan through the sounds of me rolling around in my bed each day when I woke up. By the end of the second week, I was quite used to the occasional sound of sleep while blurring through the recording at 8 times the normal speed. (This still took almost an hour every day)

On the first day of the third week, I thought I heard something different. What I found was a shrill voice. It was the Rake. I can't listen to it long enough to even begin to transcribe it. I haven't let anyone listen to it yet. All I know is that I've heard it before, and I now believe that it spoke when it was sitting in front of my husband. I don't remember hearing anything at the time, but for some reason, the voice on the recorder immediately brings me back to that moment.
The thoughts that must have gone through my daughter's head make me very upset.

I have not seen the Rake since he ruined my life, but I know that he has been in my room while I slept. I know and fear that one night I'll wake up to see him staring at me.

Rake playing with strawberries.

This story was passed onto me. Take it as you will.

Ive excluded some of the more graphic parts. They were too much for me and I'm 18 and a horror fan, but it was just too much.

Zdzislaw Beksinski <3

R0B0SH4RK · « **Reply #1 on:** June 19, 2009, 12:50:04 AM »

Creepy story. It looks an awful like some of the stuff the band Tool shows in their music videos.

It also sounds like a lot of the stories about the Jersey Devil (like "The Jersey Devil can Lick Hands Too" one).

Naryar · « **Reply #2 on:** June 19, 2009, 01:01:43 AM »

Best monstruous humanoid ever.

moonbear · « **Reply #3 on:** June 19, 2009, 01:30:31 AM »

After this story was passed onto me, I was awoke that night by loud screeching/ shrieking in my head (I hope it was in my head), and it continued for a few seconds till I was completly awake. Not even joking.

Reier · « **Reply #4 on:** June 19, 2009, 09:05:53 AM »

Edward Scissorhands turned evil.

Naryar · « **Reply #5 on:** June 19, 2009, 09:27:57 AM »

Quote from: Reier;45080

Edward Scissorhands turned evil.

I was actually going to post that in my first post but changed it.

Edit: And the second pic's one looks harmless compared to the first pic's one...

roboman2444 · « **Reply #6 on:** June 19, 2009, 11:47:19 AM »

ouch thats creepy.
i wonder if there are any videos of it. or real pictures.

moonbear · « **Reply #7 on:** June 19, 2009, 12:57:16 PM »

I doubt it. Along with the story, there was a phone number given to me, with a frantic voice on the other side, sounded to be a male in his early 20's and he would say "he wont move, his eyes burnt into mine, he is always there...." before trailing off and hanging up. It wasnt always those words exactly, but usually, thats what it amounted to. Once a crying woman answered when I called during the day. I wanted to ask some real questions, and see if it was for real. (I've only called 3 times, and I refuse to anymore.) I wont post the number either, but I will tell you its a Michigan area code, which makes me happy, as I live in Indy.

roboman2444 · « **Reply #8 on:** June 19, 2009, 01:14:44 PM »

hmmm its near one of the great lakes. wonder if that has anything to do with it.

moonbear · « **Reply #9 on:** June 19, 2009, 01:24:00 PM »

Honestly, I think this could all be in my head, the shrieking and such. The phone number terrified me, but that could be anyone trying to mess with people. He sounded so genuine, but perhaps hes just a great actor. I know I could not even begin to replicate the fear in his voice if I tried. I'll post some other accounts later tonight, of people who were given this story as well, and experenced things.

roboman2444 · « **Reply #10 on:** June 19, 2009, 01:29:34 PM »

oh crap! so im gonna have a visit from him tonight?

moonbear · « **Reply #11 on:** June 19, 2009, 02:58:23 PM »

It seems that a rather large majority of people who read this do experence something, usually as they are falling asleep/ dreaming/ or waking up. I believe its all in their head, simpily due the the disturbing nature of the story. I think it was in my head when I heard shierking as I woke up the night after I read it. I wouldnt worry about it. Although, I do have a friend who read this, fell asleep with the radio on, and the radio woke him up with a high pitched animalistic howling noise, and apparently turning down the volume didnt do a thing. I'll post what he wrote tonight.

HurricaneAndrew · « **Reply #12 on:** June 19, 2009, 03:15:28 PM »

Well, I read this story last night and I slept fine.

cephalopod · « **Reply #13 on:** June 19, 2009, 03:26:01 PM »

This sounds a bit scary. Best not let LRA2 see this :P

trumpetguy · « **Reply #14 on:** June 19, 2009, 03:39:14 PM »

Amazingly I slept fine also, not really scared from the story.

R0B0SH4RK · « **Reply #15 on:** June 19, 2009, 07:34:34 PM »

I <3 urban myths like these.

This is the only one I can remember off the top of my head:

The Jersey Devil

R0B0SH4RK · « **Reply #16 on:** June 19, 2009, 07:46:19 PM »

My turn for story time!

The Jersey Devil

A teenage girl in southern New Jersey was left alone for the weekend while her parents went to the casinos in Atlantic City. On Saturday night, a terrible storm swept into the area. A heavy rain pounded on the roof. The wind rattled every window. And a bolt of lightning had knocked out the power in three counties.

All alone in a dark house lit only by candles, the girl was very frightened. But she had her dog with her - a big golden retriever. He wasn't exactly a killer, but at least he was comforting.

When she was ready to go to sleep, the girl took the dog into her room with her and had him lay down on the floor beside her bed. Every time the thunder crashed above her house, she awoke and reached down her hand. "You still there, Boo?" The dog would lick her hand and was reassured that she was not alone. Eventually, she fell into a deep sleep.

At about six the next morning, something dripping in the bathroom woke her. Assuming it was the tap, she climbed out of bed and went down the hall. Entering the bathroom, she was confronted with a horrifying and grisly sight. There was her dog, hanging by its neck from the shower head. Scrawled in blood on the mirror beside it was the message "The Jersey Devil can lick hands, too."

roboman2444 · « **Reply #17 on:** June 19, 2009, 08:15:38 PM »

hmm the jersey devil can also spell and knows English.

trumpetguy · « **Reply #18 on:** June 19, 2009, 10:10:03 PM »

A literate monster!

tankcat · « **Reply #19 on:** June 19, 2009, 10:23:57 PM »

Quote from: R0B0SH4RK;45204

My turn for story time!

The Jersey Devil

A teenage girl in southern New Jersey was left alone for the weekend while her parents went to the casinos in Atlantic City. On Saturday night, a terrible storm swept into the area. A heavy rain pounded on the roof. The wind rattled every window. And a bolt of lightning had knocked out the power in three counties.

All alone in a dark house lit only by candles, the girl was very frightened. But she had her dog with her - a big golden retriever. He wasn't exactly a killer, but at least he was comforting.

When she was ready to go to sleep, the girl took the dog into her room with her and had him lay down on the floor beside her bed. Every time the thunder crashed above her house, she awoke and reached down her hand. "You still there, Boo?" The dog would lick her hand and was reassured that she was not alone. Eventually, she fell into a deep sleep.

At about six the next morning, something dripping in the bathroom woke her. Assuming it was the tap, she climbed out of bed and went down the hall. Entering the bathroom, she was confronted with a horrifying and grisly sight. There was her dog, hanging by its neck from the shower head. Scrawled in blood on the mirror beside it was the message "The Jersey Devil can lick hands, too."

Wow, way to post an urban legend in a factual thread about the horror that is the Rake... "My turn for story time! Big Foot!" Would've been more appropriate. Besides, if I'm not mistaken I believe the title of this thread is "The Rake.", not "The Rake... and over-glorified urban legends."... Hijacking the thread won't save you from The Rake's cold rusted fingers, R0B0SH4RK... I pray he claims you as his first victim on this night...