Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - A Spider, a Daisy, and a Predator What Lurks Behind the Perfect High School Romance PART3 #27

Episode Date: September 21, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales  #psychologicalthriller #toxicrelationships #manipulation #darksecrets #highschoolhorror  In Part 3, the predator’s web tightens, dragging Daisy deeper into a terrifying trap. Attempts to escape only fuel the predator’s obsession, escalating from sinister manipulation to threatening control. As friends grow fearful and danger looms, Daisy realizes the perfect high school romance was a façade hiding a nightmare. This part exposes the terrifying consequences of trust misplaced and the fight to reclaim freedom before it’s too late.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales,  darkromance, emotionalabuse, predatorinstincts, toxicrelationships, manipulation,  highschoolthriller, psychologicalfear, trustbetrayed, sinisterobsession, warningignored,  dangercloser, emotionalterror, escapefight, nightmareunfolds

Then you can meet my parents, she teased. Justin blushed, hard, and let out an awkward little laugh that came out more like a squeak. Uh, that's honestly not what I meant, he mumbled, trying to regain some composure. Darcy grinned mischievously. Ah, and here I thought you were about to sweep me off my feet. You're cute, though. Just need to work on those icebreakers. She flicked a strand of Justin's unruly dark hair away from his eye.

with the tip of her perfectly manicured finger. Let's try that again. I'm Darcy, and I'm sure you're flattered to meet me. Justin scrambled to respond, trying not to let his voice crack. I am Justin. But seriously, Darcy, I need to talk to you. It's important. You might be in danger.

Darcy raised a playful eyebrow, tossing her hair over her shoulder like she was in a shampoo commercial. Danger. Ooh, is this some kind of new girl hazing thing? Are the drama club girls going to swap my mascara with glue or steal my lunch and replace it with tofu? He shook his head, frustrated. The words he needed to say felt like sand slipping through his fingers. Her presence had this weird effect on him, like every time she looked at him or spoke, his brain lost a few IQ points.

She was hypnotic. Like her voice was a little. made of some rare perfume that made his thoughts foggy. He couldn't even remember the serious warning he was supposed to deliver. Still, he tried. David Talbot. He's dangerous. He's, he's not what he seems. He's hurt people. Darcy's playful smile faltered, just for a second. Her eyes widened, and for a moment, she actually looked serious. But then, just like that, the mask was back. You mean that dreamy football guy who looks like he stepped off a GQ cover and probably believes his sweat smells like cinnamon? Yes, Justin said, frustrated.

I know it sounds crazy, but, she gently put her finger to his lips, her nail cold against his skin. Shoo, don't say another word. He's walking up behind you. Justin's heart nearly exploded out of his chest as he turned his head. Sure enough, David was approaching with his ear. usual entourage, Alex and Fred, flanking him like bodyguards from a teen movie. Justin panicked. He turned to Darcy for help. She just smiled sweetly. We're talking about Mr. Reed's new car, she said smoothly, loud enough for David to hear.

Play along. As David got close, Darcy laughed and said, can you believe he picked that shade? I didn't even know cars came in, wet hickie purple. It's like, like he's driving around inside a bruised plum. David inserted himself into the conversation like it was his divine right. We talkin' about Mr. Reed's car. God, a blind clown wouldn't have picked that color. He reached out and gently took Darcy's hand in his own. Justin wanted to slap it away. Sorry for interrupting, David said smoothly. I had to introduce myself. I'm David. These goons behind me are Alex and Fred. Just wanted to make sure you were feeling welcomed.

With a practiced flare, David pulled a delicate pink rosebud from the inside of his jacket and clipped it to Darcy's blouse. It should have looked cheesy. It did not. A beauty like you doesn't need accessories, of course, he said with a wink. But I thought it might complement your hair. And maybe serve as a little reminder that we're all thrilled you're here. He bowed his head slightly and kissed her hand. She actually blushed.

Justin wanted to throw up. Just a tip, Justy, David said smugly. This is how you flirt. Darcy tilted her head. A pleasure to meet you and your backup singers. Sorry, I already forgot their names. But hey, they didn't bring me a flower, so. David and his goons laughed.

You just made my day. David said. Glad to meet someone who appreciates gentlemanly behavior. I was worried all the guys here would just see me as a pretty face, she said sweetly. Not me. Though, I mean, your legs are kind of incredible, David added, grinning. Darcy let out a giggle. Oh, stop it. You're going to make me blush so hard my freckles get jealous. Can't help it. You've got the kind of smile that could cause car accidents. Justin couldn't take it anymore. Don't you have practice or something, David? David barely looked at him. Ten minutes. Coach is at a conference. What brings you here, Justin? Didn't think you even knew Kelly. Before Justin could answer, Darcy swooped in again.

I asked him to meet me. I wanted to leave some flowers for Kelly. I didn't know her, but it felt like the right thing to do. Justin was going to show me where the music hall is. David smirked. Hey, that's actually on the way to the field. I'll walk you. Thought you'd never ask, she said, giving him a wink that made Justin's stomach twist. She picked up her purse. Just let me grab my violin real quick. She turned back toward the building, tossing her hand in the air like she was waving to royalty. Thanks anyway, Justin. Catch you later. David clapped Justin on the shoulder, a bit harder than necessary.

Better luck next time, bro. Justin couldn't hold back any longer. You've got everyone fooled, don't you? David turned slowly. His face was unreadable. What was that? How can you flirt like that, plant a rose on some girl's shirt, with a memorial to your missing girlfriend five feet away?

David stepped closer. Their noses almost touched. I've made my peace with Kelly's disappearance. If you haven't, that's your problem. But if you talk down to me again, I'll make sure your death looks like a suicide. Then, like it was nothing, he backhanded Justin across the chin and strolled away. Alex and Fred followed him, laughing like trained hyenas. Justin stood there, rubbing his jaw. The sting didn't bother him nearly as much as the humiliation. He pulled an envelope from his back pocket, sealed and creased, and laid it gently beneath Kelly's photo. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, he whispered. And I'm sorry I wasn't there to stop him. He walked away, not noticing that the Daisy Darcy had placed earlier had turned a vibrant, unnatural red. A small black spider

with seven legs crawled slowly up its stem. Weeks passed. And with every day, David and Darcy grew more inseparable. They were the school's golden couple. If people weren't swooning over them, they were whispering admiration. Teachers smiled when they walked into a room. Students watched them like they were living out in Netflix teen drama. Every morning, David greeted her with a token, a charm, a chocolate, a pressed flower. Darcy always smiled, kissed his cheek, and leaned on his shoulder like she was in love. Justin watched from the sidelines, suspicious. He studied every inch of Darcy's skin, looking for bruises.

Every time they kissed or held hands, he flinched like he was watching a horror movie he couldn't pause. Then came his chance. One afternoon, the football team was doing a mile run in the woods. Darcy wasn't watching from the bleachers for once. After a kiss goodbye on the field, she picked up her violin case and walked off alone toward the music hall. Justin waited a full minute to make sure David was truly gone before following her.

He peaked into the music room. A dozen students milled around tuning instruments. No Darcy. Maybe the restroom. He paced outside nervously, chewing on what little was left of his fingernails. After five agonizing minutes, he turned to leave, but then he heard it. A soft-wishing sound. Like a breeze, but wrong.

It came from the basement staircase at the end of the hall. He tiptoed to the door and looked down. Dusty wooden stairs, cracked handrail, nothing inviting. The noise came again, louder this time. Less like wind. More like breathing. Justin swallowed the lump in his throat and started down the steps. To be continued.