Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - 100% REAL SCARY STORIES THAT HAPPENED PART7 #31

Episode Date: October 1, 2025

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There's so much rugby on Sports Extra from Sky. They've asked me to read the whole lad at the same speed I usually use for the legal bit at the end. Here goes. This winter Sports Extra is jam-packed with rugby. For the first time we've got every Champions Cup match exclusively live, plus action from the URC, the Challenge Cup, and much more. Thus the URC and all the best European rugby all in the same place.

Get more exclusively live tournaments than ever before on Sports Extra. Jampact with rugby. Phew, that is a lot of rugby. Get Sports Extra on Sky for 15 euro a month for 12 months. Search Sports Extra. New Sports Extra customers only. Standard Pressing applies after 12 months for the terms apply. Don't let foot pain or discomfort hold you back.

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not really expecting the universe to throw anything your way. That's exactly where we were mentally, zero drama, zero action, zero expectations. But of course, the universe had other parts. plans. At first, it was just this weird knocking on our door. Not a polite knock-knock, hey, it's UPS kind of thing. More like someone was pounding hard enough to shake the hinges. It was the kind of knocking that doesn't say hi, I'm here to drop off a package, it says open this damn door right now or else. My first thought was, ignore it. Honestly, that's our default setting in this apartment. If you don't know who it is, you don't answer.

We were three young people in a place where weird stuff wasn't that rare, and besides, none of us were in the mood to deal with strangers. So, naturally, we decided to pretend we weren't home. But instead of giving up and walking away, whoever was out there doubled down. They started yelling, loud, aggressive, like they were daring us to open the door. It was the kind of yelling that makes your chest feel tight because you just know it's not going to end well. That's when Aaron came out of his room. He'd been doing his own thing, probably gaming, but the noise got to him.

He didn't even bother asking what was going on before he went straight to the back windows to check them. Isaac, my other roommate, stayed near the front door, peeking through the people like he was watching a low-budget thriller unfold. The pounding went on forever, or at least it felt that way, until suddenly it stopped. The silence felt almost suspicious. Isaac leaned back from the peephole and said, Hey, I think they're gone. I don't see anyone out there now. I wanted to believe him.

God, I really did. My shoulders started to relax, my heartbeat slowed a little, and I thought maybe we were in the clear. We weren't. Because just as we started to let our guard down, Aaron's voice came from the back, they're looking in our windows. I think they're trying to find a way inside, and then, bang. A loud thud against one of the windows made all of us freeze. Aaron shouted again, panic rising in his voice, they just threw a rock at the window. What the hell is going on? Who are these guys? Before we could even respond, a horrible scratching sound started at the front door. Long, slow, deliberate scratches, like something out of a horror movie. Isaac immediately moved to check, but the guy outside.

was smart. He stayed just out of view of the people, pressed up right against the wall next to the door so we couldn't see him. And then the banging started again. Bang. Bang. Each one rattling the frame like they were trying to kick it in. Between bangs, there was more scratching, like they were dragging something sharp across the door. And every so often, we'd hear something else slam against the windows. Calling the cops should have been the obvious move, right? Well, it wasn't for us. Because here's the thing, we were all hardcore stoners at the time. Our apartment was basically a shrine to bad decisions, bombs on the table, rolling papers on the counter, the smell of weed in the air. Plus, we'd smoked earlier that day, so paranoia was

already riding shotgun in our brains. The idea of police showing up to our messy, very illegal-looking apartment. Yeah, no thanks. So instead, I went to the very back of the apartment, far enough away that the banging couldn't drown out my voice, and I called my parents. My dad is a big guy, six-foot-three, broad-shouldered, built like a tank. If he told someone to back off, they usually did. My mom picked up first, but once I explained what was happening, she immediately grabbed my dad's phone and called my cousin. Now, my cousin lived closer to us and, importantly, owned a gun. Without hesitation, he jumped in his Jeep and sped over.

He parked across the street from our building so he could watch the front entrance without being spotted. A few minutes later, he called to confirm our fears, the guys were still there, circling the building like vultures. They'd hide, then reappear, then try different windows. At one point, one of them actually tried climbing up the balcony. My mom told my cousin not to confront them, just to keep watch until she and my dad arrived. Meanwhile, the harassment went on.

40 minutes. There's so much rugby on sports extra from Sky. They've asked me to read the whole lad at the same speed I usually use for the legal bit at the end. Here goes. This winter sports extra is jam-packed with rugby. For the first time, we've got every Champions Cup match exclusively live, plus action from the URC, the Challenge Cup, and much more. That's the URC and all the best European rugby all in the same place. Get more exclusively live tournaments than ever before on Sports Extra.

Jam back with rugby. Phew, that is a lot of rugby. Get Sports Extra on Sky for 15 euro a month for 12 months. Search Sports Extra. New Sports Extra customers only. Standard Pressing applies after 12 months for the terms apply. Don't let foot pain or discomfort hold you back. At foot solutions, we specialize in high quality supportive footwear.

And use the latest scanning technology to custom-make orthotics, designed for your unique feet. If you want to free your feet and joints from pain, improve balance or correct alignment, book a free foot assessment at footsolutions.i or pop-in store today. Food Solutions, the first step towards pain-free feet. 40. Freaking Minutes Of pounding, scratching, throwing things, and peering in our windows like maniacs.

Eventually, my cousin lost sight of them. I thought maybe, maybe, they'd be. finally left. But then my parents arrived, and that's when things took a wild turn. As they pulled up, they saw a group of people in a circle out on the sidewalk. And in the middle of that circle, they were beating the absolute hell out of someone, a guy in a pink shirt. Blood everywhere. I came out of my apartment just in time to see my mom step out of the car, furious, yelling, who the hell was knocking on my daughter's door. The whole group scattered like roaches when the lights come The man with glasses, the one who'd been at our door, pointed at the guy in the pink shirt,

who was still getting up off the ground, his shirt now stained red. My dad walked right up to him, towering over him, and asked, what's your problem? The guy stammered, mumbling some excuse I couldn't even make out, then muttered, I didn't mean to. My dad's voice stayed calm, but it was that scary calm. You didn't mean to. Then why were you at it for an hour? more mumbling. My dad wasn't buying it. He grabbed the guy by the front of his shirt and literally

lifted him off his feet before tossing him a good four feet back. I swear, it was like watching an action movie in real life. Get the hell away from here, my dad roared, and don't ever come back to these apartments again. And right after that, because timing is hilarious, the cops finally rolled up. Part 2, The Aftermath and the Festival that changed everything. The cops pulled up just as my dad finished throwing that guy across the sidewalk, and I honestly don't know if they showed up because someone called about the fight or because they finally got a report of the crazy banging and yelling at our door. Probably both. But what was wild is that their call to us was about some fight going on, not about the harassment we'd been dealing with all night. The officers asked

what was going on, and we explained the situation. They looked at the deep scratch marks on our front door, the kind you could only imagine being made by a knife or some other sharp object, and nodded like they'd seen enough to understand this wasn't just a prank. I still shudder when I think about what could have happened if we'd opened that door. Who knows? Maybe it would have been some awful fight, or worse. The kid in the pink shirt had apparently mistaken my boyfriend Isaac for some other guy who lived next door and owed him some kind of grudge. A mix-up like that could have ended in disaster. Once the cop sorted things out and we filed our report, we decided it was time to get out of there. The lease was up soon anyway. Aaron headed back to his home state, while Isaac and I packed up and moved in with my parents for a while.

The creepy guy keeps showing up. You'd think things would calm down after all that, right? Nope. A few months later, my mom found an article in the newspaper that gave him. gave me chills all over again. It was about the same guy, the pink-shirt man, whose name was Isaiah Harvey. Apparently, he'd burned down a house in a nearby town. The fact that the guy who tried to break into our apartment was capable of arson was terrifying beyond belief. If that had happened to our building while we were inside, well, I don't want to imagine it.

From that night on, I swore I'd never opened my door to strangers like that again. From harassment to nightmare online. Fast forward a few years to 2014, I found myself in a Facebook group dedicated to people from my hometown in Southern California. It was supposed to be a fun space to share memories and stay connected with old friends. The group was mostly full of people much older than me, like 20 plus years older. One admin named Robert caught my attention. He was in his late 50s, married, with kids about my age. We started chatting, and I thought nothing of it. He seemed nice enough, down to earth, easy to talk to. But Robert's interest quickly turned weird. He somehow found out where I lived, my parents' address, my landline

number, even my birthday. I don't know how, he had some subscription to a creepy info site that gave him all kinds of personal details. He started sending me flowers. I thanked him, but the kindness felt off. His messages became obsessive. complaining about his wife wanting his pain pills and money, and hinting that he was in love with me. When I met my now husband and announced it on Facebook, Robert went ballistic. He bombarded me with 10 to 20 messages a day, switching between hateful insults and profuse apologies. When I blocked his number, he started calling my landline nonstop, leaving creepy voicemails, even claiming I owed him thousands of dollars.

The fear that never left, Robert's harassment escalated to, letters at my home, texts from random numbers, and even messages from different social media accounts. I tried to get a restraining order, but because we lived in different states, the courts wouldn't grant it. He taunted me, telling me I'd never get rid of him. Eventually, I went back to court with new evidence, but Robert sent in a letter saying he was disabled and couldn't possibly travel to Washington, where I lived. But I knew better, he posted pictures of his motorcycle trips to Malibu all the time. Despite all this, the restraining order was denied. I felt utterly abandoned by the system. The final stretch, I ended up deleting all my social media accounts,

Facebook, LinkedIn, even YouTube, just to block him out. But Robert found ways around everything. His messages kept coming, and the fear followed me everywhere. To this day, whenever my phone rings with an unknown number, my heart skips a beat. Back to present, the festival that went horribly wrong. Jumping ahead to summer 2019, I was 21, living in Gilroy, California, visiting a local festival with my boyfriend Will and my family. The festival used to be fun when I was a kid, but now it felt a little sketchy. We met my aunt and cousin at their vendor booth, and everything was going smoothly until a loud pop echoed through the crowd. Everyone froze for a second, thinking it was a firecracker or something from the jump house nearby.

But that was the calm before the storm. Suddenly, rapid gunfire ripped through the tents. Bullets flew everywhere. People screamed and scattered like it was a war zone. I didn't think, I just reacted. There were two kids frozen in place nearby, so I threw myself over them, shielding their small bodies. Their mother dove on top of all of us, trying to protect us too.

Bullets sipped past, hitting tables and tents around us. Panic clawed at my throat as I laid flat, trying to keep everyone calm. Fight or flight. I always heard that when danger strikes, you either fight or flee. I was all fight. I stood up, screaming for my cousin, determined to find her in the chaos. Bullets sipped past, so I kept as low as possible while running towards the bathrooms. But I never made it that far.

Will appeared out of nowhere, grabbing my ankle and yanking me under a nearby table. His calm, steady presence was the only thing keeping me from completely losing it. I saw a bullet casing land right on my head. I touched my hair, still there. Somehow, I was alive. The shooter's close, the craziest part. We didn't even realize the shooter was standing right next to us during all the madness. When the cops finally showed up and opened fire, the shooter had to take cover, and that was our

chance to run. Will and I sprinted like hell, dodging bullets until we were finally safe. This story isn't just about survival. It's about instincts, fear, and the strength of having people who'll stand by you when everything feels like it's falling apart. So, yeah, trust your gut. Pay attention. And if something feels wrong, get out, fast, to be continued.