Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - A Night of Urban Exploration Turned Deadly When We Encountered a Stranger in the Dark #48

Episode Date: July 15, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #urbanexploration #strangerdanger #nightmare #abandonedplaces #truehorror  This chilling tale follows a group of urban explorers whose adventure in abandoned places turns into a fight for survival after encountering a mysterious stranger in the dark. A terrifying reminder of how curiosity can quickly turn deadly.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, urbanexploration, strangerdanger, abandonedplaces, truehorror, survivalstory, nightterrorr, unexpectedencounter, hauntedplaces, realhorror, dangerousadventure, nightmareexperience, fightforsurvival, darkencounter, terrorinthedark

All right, here goes. This is not the kind of story I ever imagined I'd be telling, but I guess sometimes life throws you into the deep end without warning. So, here's what happened, in full detail, every little bit that I can remember, because I need to get it off my chest, and I need help figuring out what to do next. It all started with something Sarah and I love doing together, urban exploration. You know, sneaking into old buildings, taking pictures, feeling that mix of fear and thrill as you walk into the unknown. It sounds dumb to some people, but it's been our thing

for a while. It's like our shared escape from reality. Sarah, she's 25, and I, I'm 26, have explored all sorts of places, abandoned schools, crumbling churches, have destroyed homes taken back by nature. There's something hauntingly beautiful about places left behind by time. This time, though, this time went horribly wrong. We'd heard whispers about an old hospital on the outskirts of town. A relic from decades ago, long shut down and left to rot. Supposedly haunted, though we never buy into that stuff. We're more interested in the architecture, the stories hidden in the peeling wallpaper and rusted four poles. So last night, we packed our flashlights, a decent camera, some snacks, and drove out to the spot. We parked about half a half a little bit of a little bit of a little bit of

mile away, not wanting to draw attention. The place was just as eerie as we hoped, shattered windows, graffiti on every surface, the kind of silence that hums in your ears. As we stepped through the broken doors, I felt that familiar rush. That hit of adrenaline you get from doing something a little risky, a little illegal. We wandered around for a while, just soaking in the place. The air smelled of mildew and dust, and our footsteps echoed down the long, empty halls. We explored old patient rooms, a decrepit cafeteria, and finally made our way up to the second floor, which was even more intact than the first. That's where things went sideways. We were in what looked like an old operating room. The overhead lights were busted,

but the metal table in the center was still there, rusting and eerie as hell. Sarah was taking a picture of some graffiti that read, they watch from below, when we heard the noise, footsteps. Slow, deliberate, and way too close. My first thought was that it was another explorer. That happened sometimes. I was about to call out when a man stepped into the room. He looked bad. Like, not just dirty, but wrong.

His hair was a mess, wild and matted. His clothes were stained and torn in places, and he had this twitchy, unpredictable energy to him. His eyes locked on to us, and he didn't say a word. Just stood there, breathing heavily, like he was trying to decide something. I tried to keep calm. I told him we were just taking pictures, that we didn't mean any harm, and we'd be on our way. But his face twisted into something angry, something feral. He started yelling that we were trespassing a while.

on his territory, that we had no right to be there. I could see his fists clenching. I told Sarah to stay behind me. Then he lunged. He moved fast, grabbing Sarah by the arm and slamming her back against the wall. She screamed, and my heart exploded in my chest. I don't even remember thinking. I just reacted. I grabbed him, tried to pull him off her, and he fought back hard. For a guy who looked like he hadn't eaten in days, he was strong, fueled by rage, maybe something worse. We grappled, tripping over debris, slamming into walls. At some point he pulled a knife. I saw the blade flash in the light of our flashlight.

That's when I panicked. I didn't want to die. I didn't want Sarah to get hurt. I looked down and saw this piece of wood, a broken leg from a chair, maybe, or probably, or part of a cabinet. I didn't think. I just grabbed it and swung. It hit him in the side of the head. A sickening thud. He dropped like a rock. At first I thought he was just unconscious. But then I saw the blood. A lot of it. And he wasn't moving. Not even a twitch. I rushed over and checked for a pulse. Nothing. I've never felt fear like that in my entire life. Sarah was crying, shaking

uncontrollably. Her arm was bruised and scraped, but she was alive. I pulled her up and we bolted. We didn't stop running until we were back at the car. We drove home in silence, my hands trembling the whole time. I couldn't stop replaying what had happened. The look in his eyes. The feel of the would connecting with his skull. The way he just crumpled. The way he stopped breathing. We left everything behind. Our camera, snacks, even one of Sarah's shoes. I didn't want anything tying us to that place. Now I'm sitting here, writing this, and I don't know what to do. My stomach's been in knots all day. I keep thinking I should go to the police, tell them what happened. It was self-defense, right? I mean, he had a knife. He attacked us. I was protecting

Sarah. But what if they don't believe me? What if they think I went there looking for trouble? What if they charge me with manslaughter or something worse? And what about Sarah? I don't want her dragged into this. She's already traumatized enough. I can barely look at her without seeing that moment again, The fear in her eyes, the blood on the floor. What if they interrogate her? What if she breaks down? What if they twist our story? I haven't slept.

I've barely eaten. Every noise outside makes me jump. I keep thinking someone's going to show up at our door. The cops. The guy's friends. I don't even know if he had anyone. What if someone finds the body before I come forward? Will that make it look worse?

Will they think I ran because I was guilty? I keep thinking about his face. The way it went slack. I didn't mean to kill him. I just wanted to stop him from hurting us. He had a knife. What was I supposed to do? Let him stab me.

Let him hurt Sarah. But then this other voice creeps in. The one that says I crossed a line. That maybe there was another way. That maybe I went too far. I don't know. I really don't. I tried calling a friend, but I hung up before he answered.

I'm too scared to say the words out loud. It makes it real. Too real. So I'm here, spilling it all to Reddit, hoping that someone, anyone, can tell me what to do. Should I go to the police? Should I get a lawyer first? Should I just wait and see if anyone, finds the body. I feel like I'm losing my mind. Every time I close my eyes, I see him lying there.

And Sarah, she won't even talk about it. She just keeps saying she wants to forget it ever happened. But how can I? How can either of us? I didn't want this. I never wanted this. All we wanted was a night of spooky fun. A harmless little adventure. And now someone is dead. Because of me. I don't know if anyone will believe it was self-defense. I don't even know if I believe it anymore. So, what should I do? Do I turn myself in?

Do I risk everything? Or do I bury this and try to move on? I don't know. But I'm scared. I'm so damn scared. And I just needed to tell someone. The end.