Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - A Storm, a Bone, a Stranger Three Terrifying True Tales of Horror and Survival PART2 #34

Episode Date: September 22, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales  #survivaltales #realhorror #darkencounters #urbanlegends #mysteryhorror  In Part 2, the terrifying tales continue to unfold, delving deeper into harrowing moments of survival against unknown forces. The mysterious stranger’s true nature begins to reveal itself, the storm’s aftermath brings new dangers, and the eerie discovery of a bone raises unsettling questions. These true stories push the boundaries of fear and resilience in the face of the inexplicable.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales,  survivaltales, realhorror, mysteriousencounters, urbanlegends, darkmysteries,  creepyrealstories, paranormalactivity, chillingevents, unknownforces, terror,  nightmares, strangephenomena, unsettlingtruths, courage, horrorcommunity

She told me that everything that happened that night felt like a slow, terrifying dream, and yet, it was all too real. After what she guessed was only a few minutes of total silence, the door to the back porch creaked open again. The same man stepped outside, still holding that flashlight, and waved the beam across the porch. It illuminated everything, including the woodpile where she was hiding. Somehow, by pure luck or divine timing, the beam didn't land directly on her.

She stayed absolutely still, her breath locked in her chest. The man hesitated a bit, then turned and went back inside. The door slammed shut behind him. She guessed he never bothered to look too carefully because the idea of someone hiding in that storm just didn't seem likely. Who in their right mind would be crouched outside, soaking wet, in that mess? Once the door slammed, she peeked through the window again. The man had gone upstairs now, the beam of his flashlight bobbing up the stairwell. She waited, frozen, until he came back down and started pacing slowly around the ground floor again.

Then, he wandered over to the front of the house, and soon after, she heard the front door slam shut. That should have been good news, but her gut told her otherwise. Panicked at the idea that he might start circling the house and discover her, she finally emerged from her hiding spot. She noticed the back door was now unlocked, probably left ajar when the man had stepped outside. She slipped inside silently, shut and locked the door behind her, then bolted to the front door and locked that too. All the while, she didn't turn on a single light.

Still soaked and shaking, she locked herself in the downstairs bathroom. Towels wrapped around her, she tried to stay quiet, knowing full well that the man might still be inside, or worse, that he had a key. After drying off, she made a run for it, up the stairs, locking herself in her friend's bedroom. She tested the bedroom light switch just to see if the power was out, it wasn't. Exhausted and mentally drained, she collapsed onto the bed. Just as she was drifting off, a bright flash filled the room followed by a thunder clap so loud it rattled the windows. A bolt of lightning must have struck one of the big trees outside, she figured. With that, she finally passed out.

The next morning, she searched the house. There were no signs of her friend or her friend's family anywhere. She called her mom first, then called the police. When the officer arrived and she explained the whole thing, he was skeptical but agreed to take a look around. After some time, he returned with a strange expression on his face. He asked her to describe the man she saw. She couldn't give a clear answer, he'd mostly been a dark blur in the storm. Then came the kicker, the officer told her they found a body in the

front yard, lying in the tall grass. Her friend came back later that day. Turns out she had been stranded several towns over, roads completely washed out. The dead man. An older family acquaintance. He hadn't been invited to the house, didn't have permission to be there, and had no reason to be snooping around. The police suspected he had a thing for her friend, that maybe he had come looking for her. The kicker. The man was holding a six-inch hunting knife when they found him. And based on where the lightning had struck, it was likely that the knife had acted like a conductor and got him killed. My grandmother always believed he wasn't leaving when the bolt struck, he was coming back. That terrified her even more. Fast forward a few decades, this one happened to me

during spring break in the mid-90s. I was in college and living with my parents outside Seattle. They had gone on vacation to Florida and left me with the house. Big old three-story ranch-style home built in the 1940s. And with age came the creeks, loud, constant, creepy creeks. It was pouring rain that night, just another typical Seattle downpour. I was on the couch, nearly asleep, TV flickering in the dim living room. Behind me was a massive wall of glass with sliding doors that led to a screened-in-pool area. Classic layout. Suddenly, B.A.M.

Something slammed into the glass. Hard. I jumped up, heart racing. Figured it was probably a lawn chair or something blown into the wall by the storm. But the moment I got close to the glass, I felt this cold dread wash over me. Like my gut knew something was off. I hesitated for a second, then yanked back the curtain. Nothing.

Just the rain, the reflection of the pool, water pouring from the overhead screen like a waterfall. I exhaled, relief hitting me hard. Still, I flipped the switch for the outside light, just to be sure. That's when I saw them. Two people standing at the far end of the pool deck. Drenched, unmoving. Both wearing dark hooded ponchos, hand in hand. The light reflected off the plastic, their faces hidden. I froze, completely paralyzed. What the hell was I looking at? The one closest to the edge of the pool suddenly let go and started walking, fast, toward the glass. I panicked, letting out the weakest yelp imaginable,

and bolted. As I ran back into the living room, I saw the shadow of the figure get closer. Then, crash. The sound of glass breaking. The light went out. I didn't wait around. I ran down the hall to the garage and grabbed the only thing I could find, one of my dad's golf clouts. We didn't have any guns in the house, my parents were hardcore anti-gun. Met at a gun control protest, actually. So yeah, no firearms. Golf club in hand, I sprinted upstairs to the guest bedroom that overlooked the pool. I snatched the cordless phone and dialed 911, practically screaming into the receiver.

Rain pounded against the windows as I tried to look outside, but it was too dark and wet to see anything clearly. The dispatcher told me to stay put, officers were on the way. I was mid-sentence when I heard it. Footsteps. On the stairs. I clutched the golf club and backed into the corner, eyes glued to the door. The creaking grew louder, closer. Then the doorknob began to twist.

At first it was slow, like someone testing it. Then, bang. They started pounding on the door. The whole door showed. shook. Whoever was out there was trying to kick it down. But our doors were thick, solid oak. Still, I could feel the pressure with each impact. And then, another set of footsteps. A woman's voice hissed, I see cops outside. We need to go. Two sets of feet thundered down the stairs. I stayed frozen. Then I heard voices, outside. Shouting. Flashlights beaming to

through the rain. When I peaked out the window again, I saw the lights bouncing around the yard. I couldn't see clearly, but I figured the intruders were being confronted. The doorbell rang, followed by someone announcing they were police. I dropped the golf club, ran to the door, and checked the people before opening. Sure enough, two uniformed officers. I told them everything, hands shaking. They asked me to stay on the porch while others swept the house. From where I stood, I saw the two people who had broken in being loaded into a police cruiser. A man and a woman. Hoods off, soaking wet, looking dead-eyed. Turns out, they were a pair of junkies wanted for multiple burglaries in the area, and they were

prime suspects in a murder investigation. Apparently, they'd been casing houses, looking for opportunities to break in. No forced entry on hours. The cops think they jimmied the sliding. door, or maybe I left it unlocked after swimming earlier that day. I didn't tell my parents until they got back. Didn't want to ruin their vacation. But I'll tell you what, after that night, my view on guns changed completely. I still believe in safety, but I also believe in being prepared. Because there are monsters out there, and they don't all wear masks. Some just

stand silently at the edge of your pool, waiting for the lights to go out. The end.