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
and once found in Idaho, self proclaimed witnesses told stories of their encounters with a creature
of unknown 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.
In early 2006, the collaboration had accumulated nearly two dozen documents dating between
the 12th century and present day, spanning 4 continents. In almost all cases, the stories
were identical. I've been in contact with a member of this group and was able to get
some excerpts from their upcoming book.
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:
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
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. 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."