Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - A Teen’s Journey Through Juvenile Lockup Facing Fear, Finding Hope, and Being Heard PART1 #69

Episode Date: September 6, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales#juveniledetention #teenstruggles #redemptionarc #lockeduplife #fearandhope  "A Teen’s Journey Through Juvenile Lockup: Facing Fear, Finding Hope, and Being Heard – PART 1" is a gritty and emotional dive into the harsh reality of life behind the walls of a juvenile facility. This is the first chapter of a powerful story told through the eyes of a teenager navigating fear, violence, isolation, and emotional trauma. Amid the darkness, flickers of hope begin to appear—through unlikely friendships, self-reflection, and the slow realization that even in the worst places, your voice can matter. It's a haunting blend of real-world horror and raw human resilience.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, juvenilelockup, teenredemption, fearandhope, prisonhorror, behindbars, emotionalstruggle, reformschool, survivalstory, comingofagehorror, institutionaltrauma, youthincustody, part1journey, realhorrorstories, findingyourvoice

I'm not generally a bad kid, never was the type to sneak out, hang with the wrong crowd or party, take drugs, vandalize shit for no reason and I for damn sure wasn't one of those kids that would bad talk their parents or be mean to them as if they weren't providing enough food, love and care for me. All of that shit's crazy. However, I am a popular kid in a sense that I can hang out and get along with literally anybody. even if our interests are different, that doesn't then mean I can't be friendly or show genuine love to my peers. Truthfully, some of those kids need it so, I don't mind being the person to risk popularity over having a connection with someone different than what most are into. I find that connection to be far more authentic than Playboy Cardi's new album anyways.

Actually, don't call me popular, I'm just well-known but, because of that and these small town words getting around fast. My parents weren't exactly happy to hear I was hanging around, the lost kids. They call themselves that because their main thing is rebellion towards their parents and family, the law following second and religion last. They go to school. They just usually, aren't ever at school but, they stay close by if that's any help to an education and I'm sure every HS has this group, no, they aren't emo, goth, or seen. It's kind of just a mix of kids ranging from freshmen to seniors that smoke both weed,

cigarettes and other questionable things. They drink, they pop all of the pills, they smash everybody and they often fantasize about running away to lead their own lives together. Honestly, it's some real hippie compound shit from what I hear which. I guess that's cool in some way. It's just not my cup of ice cold Arnold Palmer tea, you know. The only reason I was talking to them is because I decided to go for lunch off campus at the grocery store, grab me a quick cup of popcorn chicken,

some jajas and a strawberry fanta, something light in the heaviest way. I get my stuff, pay and leave back towards the school but, something just drew me into their group that was hanging out behind the store. I never have talked to one of these kids, partly because they don't ever come to school so, I decided, fuck it, and walked up to them all as they were chatting around, slowly and quietly started to introduce myself to them one by one. Surprisingly, I learned a lot about some of them in the 30 minutes I stood there devouring my food, everybody was actually so nice. Some even really smart which blew my mind as to why they just want to throw their life away but, I didn't say anything about that, I just had a regular chat

with the ones I did talk to. Shared some laughs, relatable life stories and one of them started offering me drugs to which I kindly stuck my hand up and said, hey, no judgment or anything. I just don't do this stuff, thank you for the offer though, to they replied, Ah, no worries, homie, you don't got a fly to hang by, plus. More for me as he smiled. I smile back, head nod and shortly there after I faded out quietly back to school. Finishing the day off strong, I stepped through my doors, slanking my backpack down my arms next to my shoes, plopping on my couch feeling somewhat exhausted from the day.

As I reach for the remote to turn the TV on, my mother and father walk around the corner with that, you fucked up today, are you going to lie about it or just be honest, look on their face to which I kind of look at them with a slight shrug and eager face to hear what they have to say. Guess who saw you in town today, mum, Aunt Bell, skipping school with those. Those fucking lost kids. Why would you ever hang around them? Do we not treat you good enough? Do we beat on you like their parents do to them? Are we abusive in any way?

I don't think we are and we aren't constantly on your ass because you seem to be doing okay in school but, then Aunt Bell tells me you were doing drugs. That's unfucking believable to me. Our son. Choosing this life, my mom says as my father just stands next to her shaking his head. What? No, not at all. I wouldn't skip class or do drugs. y'all know this about me, did Aunt Bell tell you it was 1230? That's literally lunchtime.

I was getting lunch at the store instead of school. As for the doing drugs. If Aunt Bell had stayed a little longer she would have seen me decline those drugs and actually leave from whatever spot she was stalking me from. Sure I talked to those kids. I was curious to their characters. But, that doesn't mean I'm going to go join their circus. I can't believe you guys right now.

Especially the first things U.S. It's sunken that they believe I side with the lost kids' rumored beliefs about their parents. I just shut up, looked at them both and went to my room where, I stayed for the night. I overheard my parents arguing about sending me away to one of those programs like scared straight to get me, right in the head, because they definitely didn't believe my side over Aunt Bells. I actually cried for the first time in a long time because, there was no way of convincing them I was telling the truth. The lost kids' reputation must realize I be bad if it's hitting my parents like this. I'm just thinking to myself.

I just should have kept fucking walking. There's no way in hell. They're sending me to one of those. They can't. I don't even deserve it. I finally fall asleep. The next morning, my mom walked. in with a cop to wake me up and as I sit up I look at her. I look at the cop, then back at her

and she explains. We didn't want to be those parents but, it seems this is the only way you're going to get some sense in that head of yours and learn to appreciate us, the roof you have over your head, the love you have access to. Something's clearly wrong and this is going to fix it. So, look, we love you. Don't think we don't. Since we've always been fairly lenient with you. Now is the time we get strict. It's for the best, we'll see you in a month. She walks out of my room leaving the cop to walk over to me and gently place his hand on my shoulder. A fucking month? I say out loud in disbelief. Come on bud, we got to get going, get dressed and meet me outside of your door in about five all right, the cop says while patting my shoulder and

walking out of the room, closing the door behind him. I sit there looking at the floor. or disgusted. I'm about to spend a month in some federal program, for extending a friendly branch. Literally being lied on by my Aunt Bell, hell. I might have well had just joined the lost kids because I'm starting to be on. Hate everything happening right now. I get dressed in about three minutes because I just want to get out of there as fast as possible. The cop explains to me that I don't need to pack a bag and that they have everything I'm going to need at their facility. We walk out like I'm a criminal. He handcuffs me, he escorts me towards the door of the house. My parents not even looking at me or acknowledging me as I leave out the front door. Down the steps.

Eventually being placed in the back seat of his car, we set off. On the way there. I'm quiet while staring through the back window. The cop noticing my depressed state decides to tell me about this facility. So look, no this is probably tough for you right now. It always is for kids but, I just want you to know this is a new branch of the television show, Beyond Scared Straight, your parents gave us a backstory and signed you over to us for a month along with filming rights. While you do not have to talk to these camera crews about your situation, you will be recorded here and there so the world will see your reaction as you transform this month. When you get to our facility, there will be no fucking around. This a maximum security, very real, juvenile detention center. Some of the baddest kids are housed

with us. You're basically on your own so, try not to piss anybody off. Do your month, participate in positive activities, mingle if you'd like and the time should pass faster for you. I think to myself. Great Literal hell, at least I'll be on TV and I can navigate pretty well socially so What's the worst that could happen if I play every card right? Pulling up to the gate I can clearly see this place is not a joke

Deep in the hills surrounded by dense forest blocking out a majority of the sunlight. I look up this concrete structured wall that must be about 18 to 20 feet high. The guards at the tops of the gate holding L.S. Waving the officer and me through as the gate creaks open, then closed, we park, we hop out. The officer escorts me inside. The big cell hall of kids watching me as I was brought by, the officer ran me like any other inmate, fingerprints, pictures, gave me my jumper and my little self-care package with one of those itchy wool blankets.

Thank God he took me to the less active cell of kids. While still dangerous they were a lot more calm and relaxed. I was ushered to my cell but. It wasn't just my cell. I shared about 15 bunk beds in one tank and as soon as I got in there and the officer left. I just laid down facing the wall, this was real. I'm actually living like a prisoner amongst people my age. Hours later I get shaken awake by a kid with tattoos and scars on his face.

Hey bitch, this is my bunk. You have to move or we're going to have a problem, the kid says. I quickly sit up grabbing my stuff to move as the kid laughs. Ha ha ha, nah, I'm just messing around. It's chow time, come on, and he walked away. Everybody eats in the middle tables of the cell block. There's not like a real lunch hall or anything. I get my food and sit at the first empty table.

A dry ham and cheese sandwich, applesauce and a muffin. I don't know how to feel about that. But, begin to eat anyways. That kid with the face tats and scars sits next to me with his food and we chat a little while. I learn that. He's not actually a bad kid either. Just has a poor family and had to do certain things in order to survive when he was free. Like sell drugs, break into cars and steal change. He did kill a guy but only because he had to or else it would have been him. Which I find to be fair. I tell him why I'm in there.

He just kind of smiles and nods. Yeah. We'll, your family fucked up putting you in a place like this, we can all see it on your face that you don't belong here. He talks quietly while looking at his food, and that's why I'm sitting with you now, just to show anybody who wants to take advantage of that. That it may be wise to not do so,

I'm pretty respected in this block so you should be okay getting through this month. except for a few other kids who just ain't got no heart. I mean, they do. It's just black and small, I don't even mess with those kids that much just to keep things around here chill. He points them out with his fork and emotion like he was digging into his muffin. Those kids aside from me. They run this joint, if you ever have a problem with them.

It's not going to end up great for you so just, stay away from them as much as you can. Our meal time ends sounded by the bell on the intercom, we dump our trays and it's time to tank up and go to bed. I make my way to my tank giving that one kid a head nod as he walks into his tank. While inside, the built-in wall lamps are a dim, goldfish color for 30 minutes. Just so we can get situated before they shut off. I get in my bunk and cover up with that awful blanket, letting go some sigh of relief. The lights shut off. Day one complete. To be continued. Written by Amazing Reindeer. To be continued.