Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - A House Party Turned Into a Trap I Barely Escaped a Setup That Could’ve Killed Me PART5 #76

Episode Date: September 17, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales  #survivorstory #healingjourney #nightmareaftermath #traumarecovery #finalreflection   In Part 5, the narrator shares the lasting impact of surviving a nightmarish trap that nearly took their life. This chapter focuses on the emotional scars, the struggle to heal, and the strength it takes to move forward after betrayal and violence. It’s a powerful reflection on trauma, survival, and the ongoing fight to reclaim peace in the aftermath of horror.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, part5aftermath, traumahealing, survivorstrength, emotionalrecovery, nightmaresbehind, personaljourney, realfear, healingprocess, survivorreflection, horrortruth, lifeafterhorror, darkpast, overcomingfear, strengththroughpain

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inside me for months. After everything Matthew had done, after the countless times he appeared out of nowhere, stared from a distance, and made me feel completely unsafe, something finally gave way. Campus security launched an official investigation, and luckily for me, the security cameras had done their job. They had captured Matthew walking the halls, lurking around corners, and hanging out in places where he clearly had no reason to be. Those tapes were the solid evidence I needed to build my case. I was able to take all that footage, the testimony of my friends, and my own story, and finally push forward with getting a restraining order.

It felt like a small victory after such a long, exhausting battle. But then, like a shadow vanishing with the flick of a light switch, Matthew disappeared. Just like that. No warning, no final confrontation, no closure. One minute he was this terrifying presence hovering just outside of my daily life, and the next, gone. And that might sound like a good thing, right? Like a relief.

But here's the thing, I wasn't totally relieved. I was scared. Scared because not knowing where he went was almost worse than having to see him every day. At least then I knew where he was. But now, he could be anywhere. He could be doing the same thing to someone else. Someone younger. Someone more vulnerable.

That thought eats away at me in the quiet moments of the day. Sometimes, I wish I had never met him. Never spoken to him. Never let him get close. I think about that way too often. If I could go back and erase every interaction with Matthew, I would. in a heartbeat. I'm 24 now. I've moved away, far away, hundreds of miles from where I grew up. But the past doesn't always stay where you leave it. It follows. Sometimes in your dreams.

Sometimes in the way you look over your shoulder in a parking lot or hold your breath while walking alone. I tell this story now for anyone out there who might be going through something similar. If you feel unsafe, or like someone is watching or following you, say something. Don't wait. You deserve to feel safe. You deserve to enjoy life without being afraid. I don't blame anyone who finds it hard to speak up. I know how paralyzing it is.

How the fear silences you, makes you question if what your feeling is even real. But keeping quiet only feeds the darkness. It gives power to people. like Matthew. I didn't want to believe it myself for a long time. I thought maybe I was overreacting. But I wasn't. And neither are you. What happened took a toll on me that I'm still trying to fully understand. I don't trust people easily anymore. I find myself putting up walls, constantly assessing people's intentions. I walk faster than I used to. I rarely take the same route home twice. and I've stopped going to campus altogether.

I attend all my classes online now, which gives me a little more peace of mind. But I'm not just sitting with these memories. I'm trying to do something with them. I speak to kids now, in schools and community groups. I share what happened to me, not to scare them, but to show them that staying silent is dangerous. I tell them that their voices matter. That speaking up might be the hardest thing they'll ever do. but it could also be the most important. Now, switching gears a bit. I want to tell you about

something completely different but equally unforgettable. This happened to a 17-year-old guy from England. He told me this story, and it still sends chills down my spine. He lived in a small village just south of Manchester. It was quiet, not much to do for a bunch of restless teenagers. They would often go to a nearby, slightly larger village to hang out. That place had more shops, more buzz, and more places to explore. There was this old abandoned office building just a little way outside the larger village. It looked creepy during the day but downright haunted at night. The layout was pretty basic, big office rooms, some side rooms, and bathrooms all centered around a stairwell.

One broken window near the side had become their entry point. One night, the group decided to play hide and seek in the building. Yeah, classic teenager behavior, right? The seekers would count on the roof while the hiders got five minutes to find their spots. The roof, by the way, gave an awesome view of the village. That's where the real mischief started. After a few rounds, two of the friends decided to hide by the ladder so they could sneak back up to the roof. They pulled it off without being seen. For half an hour, they chilled up there,

laughing and waiting. Eventually, the seekers got bored and came to the roof, only to be ambushed by their friends. Classic prank. But things took a strange turn in the next round. This time, the former seekers became the hiders. The new seekers gave them the standard five-minute countdown before heading into the building. They started searching, and one of them saw someone on the back stairwell. He tried to be clever, circling around to cut them off. But when he got there, no one was there. They spent another 15 minutes walking around the place, hearing footsteps, doors closing, and weird thumps. They assumed it was the other guys messing around. Getting a bit creeped out, they decided to cheat and facetime one of the hiders. That's when the

horror hit. The friend picked up, and in the background. Christmas lights. Outside the building. They weren't in the office at all. They had bailed, left them in there, alone. But the noise, the footsteps, the doors, all still happening. They booked it out of there. Met up with the pranksters who admitted they thought it would be funny to ditch them. The The joke backfired hard when they realized someone, or something, was definitely in that building. Both sets of friends reported seeing a figure on the back stairs. Both heard the exact same creepy noises. The building had always been their go-to-hanging out spot.

Until that night, they never went back. And they didn't get the chance. The building was demolished the next month. It was going to become a housing complex. riddance, probably. All right, want to hear something even weirder. Let's talk about a story that comes out of Bristol from a guy who had a totally different kind of experience. Back in 2001, he was 16 and working his first job at a local department store. It was summer, and he was trying to save up a bit of cash while studying for his GCSEs. With his first paycheck, he bought a Nokia

3210. You know, those brick phones that could survive a drop from the moon. Everything was fine until he started getting these missed calls. Not just random ones. These had a pattern. Every missed call showed the same time and date, December 31st, 2049. New Year's Eve. Nearly 50 years in the future. And get this, there was no number. It didn't even say unknown number. It said no number. That was weird, even back then. People kept telling him it was a glitch. Maybe his phone's date was wrong, but he showed them the phone settings. The date was correct, and the calls kept coming. Not just once or twice, but over a dozen times in a month. On the 11th call, he actually answered. What he heard on the other end wasn't a voice.

It was this weird, high-pitched garble. Like electronic chirping and whirling, almost like the sound of an old dial-up modem, but more organic. More, alive, somehow. He never managed to capture it on camera. Every time he tried to take a photo of the screen, nothing showed up. The screen would just blur out. Remember, phones back then didn't have screenshot features. And digital cameras were barely a thing.

Then the calls stopped. Just like that. But the creepiest part. Every time he missed one of those calls, he felt like he was being watched. No one was around, but he always felt eyes on him. He still doesn't know what it was. A glitch? A call from the future.

A warning from his future self. Maybe aliens. Who knows? But whatever it was, it didn't feel right. And maybe that's the theme of all these stories. That feeling in your gut when something just feels off. Whether it's a man stalking you, a strange figure in an abandoned building, or mysterious phone calls from the future, you have to trust that feeling. Because sometimes, fear isn't irrational.

Sometimes, it's your brain's way of telling you that something is deeply, seriously wrong. So if you ever feel like you're being watched, or if something doesn't sit right, pay attention. trust yourself speak up act because you never know what's lurking in the shadows just waiting for you to stay quiet this world has its fair share of terrifying unexplained moments but it also has people who care who listen who believe you and sometimes that can make all the difference the end