Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - A House Party Turned Into a Trap I Barely Escaped a Setup That Could’ve Killed Me PART4 #75

Episode Date: September 17, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales  #finalchapter #survivorstrength #darkrevelations #betrayalconclusion #horrorstoryfinale  In the gripping finale, the narrator confronts the aftermath of a night that almost cost them everything. Uncovering hidden truths, facing lingering fears, and coming to terms with betrayal, this last chapter is a raw and emotional journey of survival and healing. The story closes on a powerful note, reminding readers that sometimes escaping the darkest traps takes courage beyond measure.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales,part4finale, survivalandstrength, darktruthsrevealed, betrayalconclusion, emotionalclosure, facingfear, traumahealing, nightmareends, fightforsurvival, truehorrorstory, twistedtrust, hauntingrealities, horrorjourneyends, personalstrength

Matthew, the story I wish I didn't have to tell. Matthew was 29 years old. I was 12. Let that sink in for a second. When I think about it now, when I put those numbers side by side, it still makes my stomach turn. Back then, though, I didn't really think about age gaps, power dynamics, or any of the stuff adults understand. I was just a kid starting a new school year, trying to fit in, trying to figure out who my friends were, and maybe, just maybe, trying to find some kind of belonging in a place that didn't feel like home yet. That's when I met Matthew. And Carl. They were both teacher's aides, though Matthew, well, let's just say he acted like he ran the place. He was tall, six foot four, a looming figure with this forced friendly smile that, back then, I didn't know how to decode. Carl was more of a background character, quiet, just sort of existing in the room. Matthew, though, had a way of inserting himself into everything, my space, my conversations,

my day-to-day life at school. At first, I didn't question it. For the first three months of that school year, things actually seemed fine. I thought Matthew was just one of those nice older guys who wanted to help kids. He cracked jokes, asked me about my homework, even offered to help with assignments when I struggled. It all felt harmless until one day, when a question from someone I barely talked to changed everything. It was during lunch. One of the popular girls, let's call her Sarah, just turned to me out of nowhere in front of half the class and asked, loudly, why is Matthew always touching you? I blinked, caught completely off guard. Uh, what? I managed to stammer. Sarah didn't drop it. Seriously.

Why is he always touching you? Like, all the time, I froze. What the hell was she talking about? Before I could even process it, two other girls, ones I barely ever spoke to, jumped in and backed her up. She's right, one of them said. Pay attention. You'll see, the whole group stared at me like I was supposed to have some kind of answer, but I didn't. My brain went blank.

My heart was thudding in my ear. and I laughed nervously, brushing it off. I don't know what you mean, I said, trying to sound casual. But later, when I got home, those words wouldn't leave me alone. So the next day, I did what they told me to do. I paid attention. And that's when it hit me, hard. Matthew was always touching me. Always. His hand was constantly on my shoulder, on my upper back, sometimes even sliding lower to my lower back. It wasn't a friendly pat on the shoulder either. It was lingering.

Deliberate. Once I started noticing, I couldn't unsee it. It made my skin crawl. The realization made me feel sick. I didn't even know how long it had been happening or how many times I'd just brushed it off without a second thought. And then came the moment that changed everything. It was during the last class of the day.

I was sitting at my desk, minding my own business, when I felt his hand again, this time way too close to my chest. My whole body stiffened. I snapped. Matthew, please don't touch me. I don't think I've ever said anything so directly to anyone in my life at that point. His reaction. Like I had just cursed his entire family.

He jerked his hand away as if I'd burned him. His face twisted, anger, shock, maybe he'd even. even a bit of embarrassment, and then, like some kind of bad movie villain, he waited for the teacher to walk into the room before he blew up. You've changed, he shouted at me in front of everyone. You need to grow up. I thought you were different. The whole class went silent. Then, just as suddenly, he stormed out of the room, almost knocking over the teacher as he left. The second the door closed, every head turned toward me. What did you do? What happened? What did you do? What did you say to him, even Carl, quiet, ever-present Carl, just stared, waiting for my answer. I told

them exactly what happened. Exactly what I said. To my surprise, Carl defended me. And then something even more unexpected happened, the popular girls, the ones who usually wouldn't even look in my direction, actually took my side. They told me that if I got in trouble for this, they'd back me up to the teachers. For a brief moment, I felt supported. But that feeling didn't last long. When the teacher came back in, she pulled me aside and asked what happened. I told her everything, Matthews touching, my discomfort, my reaction. You'd think she'd believe me, right? Straight A student, never caused a single problem before. Nope. Her face stayed neutral, skeptical even. She nodded like she was listening. but I could tell she didn't by a word of it.

And that was the start of one of the worst periods of my life. After that day, Matthew became unhinged. He would corner me between classes, demanding to know why I had changed. He'd act like nothing happened, still trying to put his hands on my shoulders or my back like before. I refused to let him. Every time, I told him no. Every time, I stood my ground, even though inside I was shaking.

Sometimes, he'd wait until the teacher walked in to start yelling at me, like he wanted an audience for his performance. Other times, he'd show up during lunch, searching for me across the campus. It was exhausting. I started hanging out in the office just to get away from him. That became my safe space, until one day, even there, he tried to approach me. That's when the front desk lady stepped in. She saw the look on my face.

She heard me tell him to stop. And she intervened. Finally, finally, an adult took me seriously. She ran him off, made it clear that he wasn't welcome anywhere near me when I was in the office. For the first time in weeks, I felt like I could breathe. But then came the day that broke me. I was trying to pack up my things at the end of class, rushing, because I didn't want to be stuck alone with Matthew. I wasn't fast enough.

Suddenly, he was there, blocking my way. I don't think I mentioned this yet, but Matthew was massive. Six foot four. I was twelve. He cornered me in the back of the classroom. I froze. I wanted to scream, but nothing came out. He glared down at me, his hands clamping onto my shoulders like he owned me.

And then, hey, what's going on back there? A voice from the doorway. I bolted. Didn't look back. Didn't breathe until I was halfway down the hallway. The next day, my science teacher called me over. She had a detention slip in her hand, waiting. But before she gave it to me, she asked, what happened?

So I told her. Everything. Matthew's touching. My please for him to stop. My fear. And do you know what she said? She told me the only reason she wasn't giving me detention was because she wanted me to go back to my old self, not because of what Matthew did. Not because she believed me. Just because she wanted me to stop acting out, I couldn't believe it. I told more staff members. Nothing. They did nothing. They wanted it all to go away, to pretend it wasn't happening. Meanwhile, my grade slipped. Straight A's turn to C's. When my parents saw my report card, they were furious.

I tried to tell my dad the truth. He slammed the door in my face. So I went to my mom. And finally, finally, an adult listened. The next day, my mom stormed into the school like a hurricane. Straight to the principal's office. I wasn't in the room for that conversation, but from what she told me later, she screamed, She demanded answers, she refused to let them dismiss me.

Other staff members even came forward to defend me, saying I wasn't the kind of student to make this up. Eventually, Matthew's behavior caught up with him. Not just with me. He'd done the same thing to another girl. This time, they couldn't ignore it. Matthew was fired. For a while, he disappeared. But then, one day, I was at the mall with my dad.

And out of the corner of my eye, I saw him. Crouching. Hiding. Watching me. I panicked. Told my dad. By the time he went to check, Matthew was gone. Fast forward to my junior year. My mom joined an adult soccer team, and I'd go watch her games sometimes. One day, one of her teammates brought a guest. It had been years, but I recognized him instantly. Matthew. He stared at me. I wanted the ground to swallow me whole. I ran. Thank God my dad and others were there, because who knows what would have happened. Years passed. Fall semester of my second year of college. I'd mostly moved on. Or at least I thought I had. Then one day, walking across campus, I saw him again. Matthew. And just like that, the stalking began again. He'd follow me.

Stand in the distance, watching. Peek at me from around corners. One day, he even sat at a cafeteria table right next to mine, eating a half-eaten slice of pizza someone had left behind, staring at me like some kind of animal. I called campus security. As soon as I pointed him out, he bolted. Security confirmed my story with footage. I finally got a restraining order. And then, he disappeared. Again. To be continued.