The Crows Walk at Night

A new house means a new beginning for many people, but a strange discovery
in the backyard soon turns into a series of happenings that would torment Rin ever
since she was a child. Her parents' thoughts on this matter was that there
were simply crows in the attic, but as we'll find out, this was
much more than that. My name is Edwin, and here is Ring's true
scary story. This house was bought in Washington. It's a really small town.
Kids go to the same elementary school, middle school, and high school.
Everybody just knows each other. This house in particular that my parents bought
was during the market crash. So I was about ten years old, and
my mom told me that this particular house was really cool because it was about
twenty years old. She was trying to hide me out to move into the
house. But I particularly didn't like it, and I think my mom knew
that because I told her that it felt really dark and gloomy. But we
didn't really have a choice, so we ended up buying the house and moving
in. And during the final tour of the house, right before we moved
in, I remember running into the backyard and looking around and we have a
huge backyard right between my neighbor's house and my house. I saw this half
a circle and like a wall, stacked rocks forming like a wall and a
half of a circle, and when I walked towards it, I saw a
little little like gravestone just at the center. And of course, as a
kid, I knew what that was. So I was creeped out. So
I went to my dad and I told him what I saw, and he
just told me, oh, that's probably the neighbor's pet grave, don't worry
about it, just disregard it. And I was like, okay, believe
in my dad. We moved in and I always felt a little ichy in
the house for some reason. I felt like somebody was always watching me or
following me. I felt like it was like a presence behind my bath,
but I tried my best to ignore it, thinking that I was adjusting to
the new house. During the first night, when I slept in my room,
like a first floor in the second floor, and then the first floor
is like the living room, kitchen, dining room, like the study room,
and then on the second floor is where we all have our private bedrooms.
And when you walk up the stairs and down the hallway. The first
room is my brother's room, and the second room is my mom's room,
and then the last room is mine, so there's nothing else beyond that hallway.
What happened was that when I first slept in my room, I didn't
like it. I just felt really scared, naturally, which is strange because
it's not that I grew up not sleeping alone, because that's not true.
I did sleep alone most of my childhood. So it was very strange to
my parents and to me that I felt scared that I was sleeping in that
room alone. During the first night, I woke up in the middle of
the night, I had my lamp light on. I looked at my clock,
and I remember being about four AM or three, not really sure.
Was pitch dark, and my door was wide open. All I saw was
this pitch dark hallway, and not even a second thought, I just hear
a footstep coming up the stairs very slowly. Mind you that my house is
made out of wood, so you can hear a lot of people just walking
around in general. But what's strange was that I should have been able to
hear this person walking from the living room to the stairs and up the stairs.
But it's as if this thing just appeared at the staircase and then started
just walking up as about a ten year old kid. I felt so scared,
but I tried my best to rationalize the situation and thought that maybe it
was my brother or my mom. As this thing was walking up the stairs,
it ignored my brother's room, the first room, and then it kept
walking, and then it ignored my mom's room, and then it stopped right
outside my doorway, as if it just disappeared right in front of my door.
I don't think I slept that thing. I felt so scared that when
I told my mom what happened. The next day, I heard these footsteps
a lot around my house. It was on a daily basis, every night,
but my mom kept telling me, don't worry, it's the crows.
It's just because the house is Oldoring about it, I tried to ignore it.
Then I remember in this dream, I woke up in my room.
Everything was perfectly as if I left it untouched, so nothing was skewed,
and so I thought that I was awake. But then when I looked at
the doorway towards my door, I just saw this little girl with white hair
and white dress, just standing there. For some reason, my first instinct
was to throw whatever I had on my bed to the ghost, and I
had my books at the time, and so I started throwing all the books
that I had on my bed towards the girl to maybe go make it go
away or scare it away. But it didn't do anything. I just stood
there and then I think I just woke up, so she didn't particularly attack
me. It's just that I just woke up. And then I felt this
cold chill going down my spine and I just didn't sleep down night either.
As these scary experiences built up, I told my parents that I didn't want
to sleep in that room anymore. And I think I was about eleven years
old when I confessed to them that I can't sleep in my room. It's
too scary. And at this point I was also bothering my parents a lot
about it too, so I was standing at their doorway peeking in. Maybe
I could sleep with them like. I was scared so much that my mom
was also bothered at this point too, so she gave in and said,
okay, you can sleep, and I got into our room. At the
age of eleven, I pretty much moved into my parents' bedroom and slept there
every night until I was thirteen. And I actually started to remember all the
little details as I was writing this down, and I remember the footsteps that
I heard during the first time that I slept in my room happening while I
was in my parents' bedroom as well. So I would hear the same exec
kind of footstep coming up up the stairs in the same path, passing my
brothers, passing my parents room, and I'm always, for some reason,
stopping in front of my room. I couldn't at this point, I didn't
care to tell my parents because they kept disregarding it. They kept telling me
it's the crows, it's the wind, it's just the house creaking, or
overthinking it, don't worry. So I think at the age of thirteen,
my parents told me to move out, go sleep in my room. Get
over it. You're like, you're grown up, just go sleep alone.
And I said, okay, I had to just face the fact that I
had to get through this. I got rid of my old kid's bed because
it's a small kid's side, so they got rid of it and I started
sleeping on the floor. This is when the footsteps got really close. Whenever
I would try to sleep, I would hear this footstep right above me,
going in circles. It was right about the length of my body basically,
so it was as if it was walking in a circle above my body,
just like over and over again for hours. It never stopped. And when
it started, I got so scared, thinking that it's somebody up in the
attic. What's going on? Did somebody break in? And so I remember
telling my dad and he said he already checked the attic when we moved in.
Nobody's there. So whatever you're hearing is probably the crows. It's always
the nothing else. It's always the crows. So I said, okay,
it's the cruss, it's the cross. But this footstep was it just didn't
sound like crows don't walk like a human. So I just I couldn't deny
the fact that something was happening around me, and so I try to ignore
it. And this is before like iPhones were out, so I had to
ignore these footsteps by reading books and just trying to mute the sound. But
it happened every single night, only in my room. I guess my brother
never happened to him. About a month in I was falling asleep, and
this is when I first experienced my sleep paralysis. Sleep paralysis has been mentioned
in ancient writings and has been documented as a phenomenon one that happens during sleep.
They say that as you're sleeping, you will begin to feel a weight
or a force holding your body down, and if you manage to open your
eyes, you will encounter a dark entity. Some say that it's an old
hag, an old woman with a frightening face, while others claim to see
demonic entities roaming around them. Rin's lack of support from her family begins to
take a toll on her. She begins to get desensitized to the entity that
is bothering her. But it wasn't over, and just like in her dream,
Rin confronts this thing and I have all of that up. Next.
I was laying flat on my back, trying to relax, trying to go
to sleep. As I was trying to feel like I was falling into sleep,
I felt this weight pressing on my arm, my chest, and my
legs, and suddenly I couldn't move, but I knew that I was awake,
so I opened my eyes and my eyes could move around. I could
see the ceiling, I could see the walls, the windows, everything,
but my body wasn't moving. At this point, I'm thinking, okay,
so I'm going through say paralysis. Because I've heard this before from my friends,
so I knew what was happening, and I was trying to rationalize and
just try to move my body. And as I was trying to move my
body, all I heard was these like little kids laughing above my head,
just cackling, laughing at me, and they're enjoying this situation. They're just
having so much fun. And I think I felt about at least four kids
just above me, laughing watching me, and I felt so scared. Of
course, as a kid, I try to move my body, keep shaking
it, and when I finally broke out of it, I just stood up,
got into a feudal position and just froze. Mind you that I've bothered
my parents so much at this point that when this happened, I didn't say
anything. I just huddled in the corner and I just processed it on my
own, because I knew that if I went to my parents that they would
just get annoyed with me, or they would tell me like you're dreaming don't
think about it. It's fine. So things were getting a lot worse.
I was getting say paralysis every time, and a little too often. I
started to see this pattern where if I didn't sleep by three eight m I
would get a sleep prolysis. And so there was a timer now that if
I got to bed and slept before three, everything was fine. I would
still hear the footsteps, but no sleep prolysis. But then if I didn't
sleep by three, as if I made a contract with somebody, I would
just get sleep proalysis. And sometimes I would hear things, and sometimes I
would get it three times in a row, so I would get sleep prolyssis,
move around, break out of it, try to change my position,
and then get sleep proalysis again. And this happened so much that I've just
adjusted to how I slept. I just expected the prolessis to happen. I
expected the footsteps to happen, and I just had to adjust to my surroundings.
I lived like this for about the next five years, with this ghost
story being or something, and it was really strange because within the next years
that I lived with this thing, I would also hear it only at night
moving around the house. So for example, I would be in the living
room and write above my living room is actually my bedroom. So I'll be
in the living room with my mom watching the TV, and I would hear
this footstep going in circles right above me in my bedroom, and so I
told my mom. I was like, Mom, do you hear that?
That's the footsteps that I'm telling you about. It's the footstep that I've been
complaining. Isn't what the heck is that? And then she was, don't
worry, it's the crows. And I'm like, Okay, at this point,
nobody's believing me. I'm like, I swear to God it's not the
crows, but nobody's going to believe me. So I just kept it to
myself again and again every time it happened. And I think around at the
age of sixteen, I got really like depressed, and I think I started
caring less about what was happening around me in general. So then I became
less fearful of whatever was like around me and this like thing that was around
me. So I guess it got irritated because suddenly, as I'm lying in
my room at midnight on my phone at this point, listening to music,
I hear the same footsteps that I've been hearing above me suddenly right next to
me. So at this point I shifted from the addict to my room,
which has never happened before. So as I'm hearing this footstep going in circles
right next to me, I take off my headphones and I look around to
see where this creaking is coming from, and it was right above the air
vent in my room. So then I rationalized, of course, immediately thinking
oh it's it must be like a rat or a raccoon who got into the
air events. I'm not sure, but I just wanted to rationalize situation.
So I went to the air events and I started hitting it, screaming into
it. And my parents at this time, I don't know what they were
doing, but they didn't question anything I was doing. Whatever I was doing,
they didn't care. But I was hitting the air event, screaming into
it, and nothing stopped it, just ignored it. It just kept going
in circles, not even a single pause. It just kept going. I
just thought, Okay, so it can't be an animal, because if it's
an animal, it must it had to take a pause, but just kept
going. So I stepped back, got into my bed, and they just
kept going in circles over and over again. And I think at this point
there was such a build up in my life that I got so tired of
this thing that's been bothering me that I took the pillow that I pillow that
was right behind me, and I threw at it and I screamed, go
away, leave me alone. I'm tired, Just leave me alone, as
if it just hurt me. It stopped like a pin drop. It just
stopped right after I said back. And then I took a breather, thinking,
wait, did it actually stop? What's going on? And I waited
and nothing was happening. There was no footstep in the attic, there was
no footstep next to me, and I just thought, okay, did I
actually make it stop? So I think I don't really remember too much,
but I just wanted to ignore it again, and so I went to bed,
woke up, and I think after I did that, the air kind
of felt a little lighter. It felt like whatever was following me and watching
me write behind my back kind of just felt a lot further away. It's
not that it disappeared, it just felt like it was watching me at a
further distance. When I got older in college year, when I go back
to my house and visit my parents, I still felt this ghost that was
following you around, but I definitely didn't feel scared anymore. I couldn't care
about it, and I think that's when it just left me alone. I
still heard the footsteps once in a while, but I just didn't care.
At that point, I felt like it was just a part of this house
and I accepted it, but I didn't fear it. And I think that's
when it really helped to live in that house and not feel so stressed.
I think it was just that when I was little, I was so scared
of this ghost that it just it wanted to make fun of me for it.
And I still don't know what happened to that grave. Actually, I
did go back to the backyard of the house after a couple of years,
and when I checked that out, somebody actually put a bunch of leaves on
top of it. So I didn't want to touch it and unravel it because
I felt like it I you know, something might get angry, so I
just didn't touch it. But it's still there. It has the same circle
that I saw and I know that there's some there's a tombstone or a grave
in under there. And when I tell my parents about this story, they
still don't believe me. My mom and my dad is very much like that.
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