Creepypasta... The history behind the blood...

The Rake...

During some years, there have been reports of a human like creature supposedly haunting us in our wake.
A suicide note from 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 but 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 a wooden box were two empty envelopes addressed to William and Rose, and one loose personal letter with no envelope: "Dearest Linnie. I pray for you. He spoke your name."
A witnesses note:
"Three years ago, I had just returned from a trip from Niagara Falls for the Fourth 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 4 am, I woke up thinking my husband had to use the restroom, I used the moment to steal back the sheets, only to wake him in the process. I apologised and told him I thought 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 off the bed. He then grabbed me and said nothing. After adjusting to the dark in about half a second, I was able to see what cause the strange reaction. At the foot of the bed, facing away from us, there was what appeared to be a naked man, or perhaps a large, hairless dog if 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 of 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 a 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 until it was less than a foot from my husbands face, the creature was completely silent for about 30 seconds, or it was like 5, it just seemed like a long time, just looking at my husband. It then placed its hand on his knee and ran into the hallway, leading to the kids room. I screamed and ran for the light switch, planning to stop it from harming my children. When I got in the hallway, the rooms light 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 only spoke once in her short life. 'He is the Rake.' My husband drove his car into the lake that night while rushing Clara to the hospital, neither of them survived. being a small town, the news got around pretty quickly, the police were helpful at first, then the newspaper took a lot of interest, but the news were never published, the news on TV never followed up either. For several months, my son, Justin and I stayed at a hotel near my parents house. After we decided to return home, I decided to look for some answers myself. I eventually locate a man in the next town over who had a similar story. We got in contact and talked about our experiences. He knew two other people who had seen the creature we now refer to as 'the Rake.' It took us about four solid years of hunting in the internet and writing letters to come up with a small collection if what we believe on accounts of the Rake. None of them give any details, history or follow up. One journal entry had involved the creature in its first three pages and never mentioned again. A ships log spoke nothing of the Rake, except that it told them to leave. That was the last entry in the log. There were however, many instances where the creatures visit was one of the 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 busted any of us before our last encounter. I set up a digital recorder in my room and left it running all night, every night, for the past two weeks. I would tediously scan through the sounds of me rolling in 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 recording 8 times the normal speed. 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 begin to transcribe it. I hadn't let anyone listen to it yet. All I know is that I heard of it before, and I now believe it spoke when it was in front of my husband. I don't remember hearing anything at the time, but for some reason it brings me back to that moment. The thoughts that must have gone through my daughters head make me very upset. I have not seen the Rake ever since he ruined my life, but I know he has been in my room while I slept. I know and fear one night I'll wake up to see him staring at me.