Tokom leta 2003. godine, u severoistocnoj americi ljudi su poceli da prijavljuju pojavljivanje čudnog stvorenja, prica o tom stvornju je brzo odjeknula u medijima..
Creepypasta | 07.04.2017
Creepypasta | 07.04.2017
Tokom leta 2003. godine, u severoistocnoj americi ljudi su poceli da prijavljuju pojavljivanje čudnog stvorenja, prica o tom stvornju je brzo odjeknula u medijima, ali je isto tako i brzo sve zataškano , dokazi i priče o istom su uništeni, pitanje ostaje zasto?
Pocetkom 2006. godine, u saradnji sa timom naucnika pronadjena su dve drvene kutije pune kartona, spisa i dnevnika koja datiraju cak iz 12. veka pa sve do danas, dokumenta obuhvataju 4 kontinenta i razne price, dokaze i pisma o postojanju i susretima sa stvorenjem po imenu REJK. U skoro svim slucajevima, price su identicne.
Oproštajno pismo: 1964
"Pripremam se da oduzmem sebi zivot, osecam da je to neophodno kako bih ublazio ovu bol i patnju koju osecam. To nije krivica nekog drugog vec njega. Po prvi put sam se probudio i osetio njegovo prisustvo.Kada sam se probudio i video njegov formu i cuo njegov glas , i pogledao ga u oci. vise nikad nisam mogao sigurno spavati, zato odlazim... zbogom. "
U istoj drvenoj kutiji bile su dve prazne kovertne koje su upucene Vilijamu i Rose, i jedno pismo bez koverte na kome je pisalo samo
"Draga Leni, Molim se za tebe. On je izgovarao tvoje ime. "
Tu je bilo i pismo prevedeno sa spanskog
A Journal Entri (prevedeno sa španskog): 1880
"Upravo se susrecem sa najvecim strahom i hororom u svom zivotu. Vidim mu oci kada zatvorim moje. Oni su šuplje. Crna. Video me je i probo njegovim mokrim rukama. Ne mogu da spavam. Njegov glas (nerazumljivo tekst). "
takodje i pismo oznaceno kao Mariner dnevnik iz 1691
"On je došao pored mog kreveta. osetila sam prisustvo. Uzeo je sve. Moramo se vratiti u Englesku nec´emo se vratiti ponovo ovdekako je zahtevao Rake.."
Bracni par se probudio u sred noci jer je osEtio da neko sedi na njihovom krevetu, kada su pogledali u tom delu videli su vemo visoko stvorenje koje je imalu formu pulu coveka, polu psa bez dlake, stvorenje se primaklo blizu lica muškarca dok je lezao u krevetu, zatim je istrcalo iz sobe , par je pošao za stvorenjem i ono sto su zatekli jesu njihovu kcerku koja je bila na podu presecena na pola, a pored nje krvlju je bilo ispisano "HI IS THE RAKE"
Original pismo drugog bračnog para:
|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 apologized 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. Its 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.
The creature ran down the stairs while my husband and I rushed to help our daughter. She was very badly injured and spoke only once more in her short life. She said "he is the Rake".
My husband drove his car into a lake that night, while rushing our daughter to the hospital. They 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."