Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - A Mother’s Deadly Obsession The Cruel Murder of Loara Tabárez in the Dominican Republic PART2 #54

Episode Date: January 31, 2026

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #nosleep #paranormal #creepy #truecrime #darksecrets #maternalobsession #dominicanmurdercase Part 2 dives deeper into the twisted reality behind Loara Tabárez’s brutal murder. The investigation begins to reveal the shocking extent of her mother’s manipulation and control. As witnesses come forward and evidence emerges, the mask of a loving parent shatters—exposing a woman consumed by envy and rage. This chapter explores the disturbing psychology of obsession, the blindness of those around them, and how love can mutate into something monstrous. It’s a chilling continuation of a story that proves sometimes the greatest horror comes from those closest to us. horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, truecrime, obsession, betrayal, jealousy, realmurder, darkpsychology, dominicanrepublic, familytragedy, maternalhatred, twistedmind, shockingtruth, investigation, realhorror, disturbingcase

The night the light went out, the murder of Laura Tiberes. There's a point in every story where things stop being just tense and start turning truly terrifying. For Laura Tiberes, that point came when Maria Magdalena Marrazen, better known as Elena, decided that she'd had enough. Enough of the rumors. Enough of her daughter's disobedience. Enough of that friend, the one she blamed for everything. And so, she made a drastic move.

that would change everything forever. She pulled her daughter Maceal out of the university. Just like that. Her reasoning was simple, at least in her mind. If Maceal wasn't around those bad influences, especially Laura, she'd be able to get her daughter back under control. Elena didn't want her to talk to anyone from that group again. She didn't want them calling, visiting, or even mentioning her name.

And she made sure they understood that. Elena personally approached the group one afternoon. Standing there with that cold look that could freeze blood, she said, Listen, kids. Maceo's not going to university anymore. So I don't want her seen with any of you. Don't come near her. Don't call her.

Don't talk to her. Do I make myself clear? She spoke quite. quietly, but her tone left no doubt, it wasn't advice, it was a threat. The walls close in. The thing was, Elena could take away Maceal's phone, her classes, even her freedom, but she couldn't take away her heart. Macyl was in love.

And that love was like gasoline on the fire of Elena's rage. No matter how much her mother tried to control her, Macyl still found ways to sneak out, meet with Roque, her boyfriend, and send little messages through friends. And of course, she also stayed in touch with Laura, who refused to abandon her. That act of loyalty, though innocent, made her a target. Elena's obsession grew darker with every passing week. She began keeping track of where her daughter went, who she talked to, and who she met. If she couldn't find her, she'd drive through the neighborhood like a hawk-searched.

for prey. One day, she drove to the community where Roque lived. She spotted a young man on the street, assumed it was him, and jumped out of the car. Without hesitation, she screamed, if you don't leave my daughter alone, I'll kill you. But it wasn't Roque. It was one of his friends, who stood frozen, completely terrified. He tried to explain that she had the wrong person, but Elena didn't care. She wanted blood. She wanted fear. She wanted control. Living in fear. The threats didn't stop with Roque. Laura also became one of Elena's targets. Selena, Laura's mother, later told investigators about a day when she and her daughter were out running errands. They were just leaving a small store when Laura suddenly froze.

Her hand started trembling, and her face went pale. Selina turned to see what had scared her so badly, and there she was. Elena Walking straight toward them, calm but with that same unsettling look in her eyes. Selina, confused, asked her daughter what was going on, but Laura just shook her head and whispered, Let's go. Please. Back home, Selena tried to convince her.

her to go to the police. We need to report this, she said firmly. This woman is dangerous. But Laura refused. She didn't want to make things worse. No, Mom. Promise me you won't do anything, she begged. She's always armed. You don't know what she's capable of. So Selena made the promise. And she kept it, a promise that would haunt her forever. A call that changed everything. Then came October 24, 2009. It was a warm night, one of those evenings that felt calm and ordinary, but carried something sinister in the air that no one could quite name. Laura was at her cousin Anna Karina's birthday party, smiling, dancing, surrounded by friends and family. Everything seemed fine, until her phone rang.

Anna Karina later said she saw the color drain from Laura's face as soon as she answered. She couldn't hear the person on the other end, only her cousin saying in a trembling voice, I don't know what you're talking about. Then, silence. When the call ended, Laura looked shaken, her eyes red, her hands gripping the phone like it was made of glass. What happened? Anna Karina asked. Laura forced a weak smile.

It's, it's a long story. I'll tell you later, I don't want to ruin your birthday. But she never got the chance. The last day. Thursday, November 5th, 2009. It started like any normal day for Laura. She went to the university in the morning, attended her classes, chatted with classmates and even made plans for the weekend.

When classes ended, she went straight home to her mother's house. Later that evening, she told Selena that she was heading to her father's place, where she planned to spend the night. It was something she did often, her parents lived just a few blocks apart, so it wasn't a big deal. But on her way there, she suddenly realized she'd forgotten a change of clothes. It was typical of her, always rushing, always distracted. So she turned around, went back home, grabbed her things, and gave her mom a quick hug.

Don't worry, she said with a smile. I'll call when I get there. Those were her last words to her mother. The silence that followed. The walk from Selena's house to her father should have taken 15 minutes at most. But an hour passed. Then two. Still no call.

Selina tried calling her, but there was no answer. At first, she told herself that maybe her daughter's phone battery had died. But as more time went by, the panic started to grow. She called Virgilio, her ex-husband, and his wife Belgica. Maybe she'd already arrived there and forgotten to call. But when they picked up, Virgilio's voice was calm, too calm. No, she hasn't come here.

We haven't seen her. Selina froze. Her stomach dropped. The phone almost slipped from her hand. What do you mean? She left here hours ago. That's when everything turned into chaos. The parents started calling everyone, friends, classmates, cousins.

anyone who might have seen her. But no one knew anything. No one had seen her since she left home. As the hours passed, fear turned into pure desperation. Late that night, they went to the nearest police station to report her missing. The officers took notes, asked questions, promised to investigate. But anyone who's ever reported a missing person knows that awful feeling, that helpless, sickening fear when you realize that time is moving too fast and you can't do anything to stop it. While police started their slow procedures, the family didn't wait. Virgilio, Salina, and Belgica spent the night scouring the streets, calling out her name, knocking on doors, driving through dark alleys, hoping for any sign of her.

But Laura was nowhere to be found. The discovery morning came too quickly, and with it came horror. It was Friday, November 6, 2009, when two construction workers were clearing brush near a lonely stretch of road outside town. That's when they noticed a strange shape hidden among the weeds, something wrapped in a dirty canvas, smeared with paint and cement. Curious, they went closer. Then one of them screamed. Inside the bundle was the body of a young woman.

They ran to call the police, their faces pale, their voices shaking. Within minutes, the area was crawling with officers, detectives, and forensic experts. What they found would shock even the most experienced investigators. The woman was bound hand and foot. Her face and head were swollen with bruises and deep cuts. Around her neck was a shoelace, tightly knotted, and a strip of torn fabric, both used to strangle her. She was dressed only in pants and a bra.

Next to her body, investigators found a few personal items, a notebook, a cell phone, and some identification papers belonging to a woman named Maria Teresa Molina Medina. Naturally, they assumed the victim was Maria Teresa. But when they turned on the phone, things didn't add up. The contacts, messages, and photos didn't match. The phone wasn't hers. After tracing the number, they discovered that Maria Teresa was actually alive, and had filed a police report days earlier saying she'd been mugged and robbed of her belongings. So who was the girl in the brush?

Then the call came in. A young woman named Laura Tiberes had been reported missing the night before. The details matched perfectly. When police contacted her family, the nightmare became real. The moment the world fell apart. When Selena got the call, she didn't scream at first. She didn't cry. She just went silent, frozen in disbelief.

Then came the shaking, the collapse, the scream that tore through the room. She had to be hospitalized for shock. Virgilio, on the other hand, broke down in a way that left everyone speechless. He kept repeating, Not my little girl. Not my little girl. The news spread like wildfire. Friends, classmates, and neighbors couldn't process it. Just days earlier, they'd seen her laughing, walking down the street, carrying her books, planning her future.

Now she was gone, brutally murdered and left her. like garbage on the side of a road. The community erupted in grief and outrage. People demanded answers, justice, explanations. How could something like this happen to someone so good, so young? Rumors started swirling almost immediately. Some said it was connected to drug traffickers or organized crime. Others whispered that she'd been killed by mistake, that maybe someone else had been the real

target. But the police quickly ruled out those theories. The truth was far more personal, and far more horrifying. The autopsy. The forensic report later revealed detail so disturbing that some investigators had nightmares for weeks. The official cause of death, asphyxiation, her airways cut off by the shoelace and fabric knotted tightly around her neck. But that wasn't all. Almost every bone in her skull was fractured. The blunt force trauma was severe and deliberate. She had been beaten over and over again, long after she'd stopped moving. There were also multiple stab wounds on her neck and upper body, made with what appeared to be a small pair of scissors.

And the worst part? Some of those injuries had been inflicted while she was still alive. There were also signs of burns or something. on her chest and stomach, and deep cuts across her breasts, details that painted a horrifying picture of cruelty. It wasn't just a killing. It was torture. When these details leaked to the public, the entire city erupted in anger. Crowds gathered outside the police station, chanting for justice, holding photos of Laura, demanding that someone pay for what had been done. Everyone already had a name in mind.

Elena The investigation begins. The police started by tracking Laura's last phone calls. Two numbers stood out, numbers that had contacted her the night she was killed. They belonged to two men, both with connections to the same neighborhood where Elena's daughter used to meet her boyfriend. As the investigation deepened, more pieces began falling into place, fragments of phone conversations, sightings, and witness statements that seemed to link everything back to that same web of jealousy,

control, and hatred that had been growing for years. Every detail pointed toward one conclusion, Laura hadn't just been killed. She had been hunted. Echoes of a mother's promise. When Selena testified later, she said something that broke everyone's heart. I promised my daughter I wouldn't go to the police about that woman. I kept my word. And because I did, she's gone.

Her voice cracked, her hands trembling as she spoke. She was so scared of her. She said Elena always carried a gun, that she could hurt anyone she wanted. And now she has. The courtroom went silent. Even the journalists put down their pens for a moment. Because in that simple confession lay the full weight of guilt,

loss, and the senseless evil that had taken her daughter's life. The city that wouldn't forget. As days turned into weeks, the story of Laura Taberez became more than just a murder case. It became a symbol, a reminder of how far obsession and control can go when left unchecked. Vigils were held across the Dominican Republic. Students from her university organized marches demanding justice. Her friends wrote open letters, pleading with the authorities not to let her name fade away like so many others before her.

And through it all, one question echoed over and over, why? Why would anyone do something so cruel to someone so harmless? Why would a mother's anger turn into such monstrous violence? The answers were buried beneath years of silence, fear, and secrets, secrets that were about to start coming to light. Because when the police started connecting the calls, the witnesses, and the strange events from that night, what they uncovered would shock everyone even more than the murder itself. This was only the beginning. To be continued.