Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - An Atheist Walks Into Church and Gets Kicked by a Ghost—Or Maybe Something Else #20

Episode Date: August 11, 2025

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All right, so I don't even know where to begin with this, but let me try to lay it all out. Maybe writing it down will help me process it. Maybe someone out there can tell me I'm not totally losing it. Or maybe I am. Who knows? Anyway, this happened just a couple weeks ago, and it's been stuck in my head ever since. I keep playing it over and over again, like maybe there's something I missed or maybe I'll remember a detail that'll make the whole thing make sense.

Spoiler alert, it hasn't happened yet. So here's the deal, I'm not religious. Like, at all. Never really was. My family's not into that kind of stuff either. I've always leaned more towards science, logic, facts, you know, the kind of things you can see and measure. That's the stuff that makes sense to me. But for some reason, maybe boredom, maybe curiosity, maybe some subconscious longing for

something, I decided to go to church. Just randomly. No big plan. No epiphany. Just, hey, I've never been. Let's see what the fuss is about. It was a Sunday, of course. I remember it was around noon, and I just walked to my local church. Nothing fancy, nothing mega, just your average neighborhood spot. I got there a bit early, I think, and ended up sitting all the way in the back. There weren't a lot of people there either, maybe 15 or so, and then the priest. I kind of liked that it wasn't packed. It made me feel less awkward. Before I get into what happened, I should give you a little background.

My sister passed away about four years ago. Car accident. Totally sudden. One of those phone calls that turns your whole world upside down. She was only 19. We were close, closer than most siblings, I think. I don't talk about her much, not because I don't think about her, but because it just hurts too damn much. So yeah, that's still something that weighs on me.

And I guess it's relevant here. Anyway, back to the church. So I'm sitting there, and the priest starts doing his thing. Saying prayers, reading from the Bible, quoting stuff. I didn't understand half of it. Honestly, I didn't understand any of it. I've never read the Bible. Never been to a service.

So I was just kind of zoning out, looking around, trying not to feel weird. The service was supposed to be about an hour long. Someone had told me that. And about halfway through, I started getting bored. Like, really bored. The kind of bored where your brain starts telling you to get up and leave because you've got better things to do. So I decided to dip Quietly, respectfully, you know

Didn't want to make a scene or anything That's when it happened I stood up, or at least I tried to stand up As soon as I started to push myself off the pew I felt this sharp, sudden pain in my leg Like real pain Not just a cramp or a twitch It felt like someone kicked me, hard

Right on the side of my leg Like a full-on dead leg, the kind you get when someone tackles you in football. Yeah, I used to play football, so I know what that feels like. It wasn't some gentle tap. It hurt. I actually sat back down immediately because it shocked the hell out of me. I looked around, of course. Instinct, I guess.

But the thing is, there was no one near me. The closest person was at least three rows in front of you. of me. No one was behind me. No kids running around. No pranksters. Nothing. I was completely alone back there. And yet, it felt like someone had kicked the life out of my leg. My first thought. I was losing it. Maybe my brain was playing tricks on me. Maybe it was some weird nerve thing. I mean, that's what science would tell you, right? Random must. Spasm. Nerve-misfiring.

Stress manifesting physically. Something like that. But it didn't feel like that. It felt way too real. Way too specific. Like an intentional act. Two minutes later, maybe not even that long, the priest started talking about something that hit me like a truck.

He started talking about loved ones who've passed on. About grief. About how sometimes. they're still with us in ways we don't understand. He was quoting the Bible again, but I didn't catch the references. Still, the general idea was there. Something about how people who leave us aren't really gone. That's when my brain started connecting the dots. I know, it sounds ridiculous. Trust me, I know how it sounds. But the timing was just, too weird. I get up to leave, get nailed in the leg by what felt like

a literal kick, and then the priest starts talking about loved ones and how they might still be with us. Come on. I sat there, frozen. Not out of fear, really. Just confusion. My leg still hurt a little, not like before, but like the ghost of a pain. I didn't look down. Didn't want to. I just stared at the back of the pew in front of me and tried to figure out what the hell was happening. The rest of the service went by in a blur. I didn't move, didn't talk, didn't even really listen. My head was spinning, trying to make sense of what I just felt and heard. Eventually, it ended, and people started leaving. I stayed for a bit longer, just to gather myself. Then I left too. Quietly. When I got home, the first thing I did was check my leg. I expected a bruise or at least some

kind of mark. But there was nothing. Not a scratch. Not a hint of discoloration. Nothing. Which honestly freaked me out even more. If there had been a bruise, at least I could say, see, something hit me. But no. It was like nothing had ever happened. Except I knew it had. I spent the rest of the day thinking about it. Still am, to be honest. I kept wondering if it was my sister. Maybe trying to get my attention. Maybe telling me not to leave. Maybe just saying hi.

I don't know. I really don't. But it didn't feel random. It didn't feel like something that just happens. And yeah, I know what some people will say. You were bored. Your brain made it up. You had a muscle cramp.

You're looking for meaning where there is a any. Maybe they're right. Maybe I'm just some guy who went to church once and had a weird leg cramp at the worst possible moment. That's the logical explanation. But then again, maybe not. Maybe there's more going on than we think. Maybe science doesn't have all the answers. Maybe my sister really was there. Maybe she was just saying, hey, don't leave. I'm here, I'm thinking about going back. Not because I've suddenly become religious or anything, but because I need to know if it was real. If something like that can happen again. If there's something else out there, I haven't told anyone about this. Not my parents. Not my friends. Not even my girlfriend. I don't want them to

think I've lost my mind. Maybe writing it down like this is the first step in figuring it out. Maybe I'll go back this Sunday. Just to see. Anyway, that's it. That's my story. Take it for what it's worth. I'm not saying I believe in ghosts or spirits or anything like that. I'm just saying something weird happened, and I don't have an explanation for it. And that's what's really bugging me. Edit, just to clarify about the leg thing, when I say it felt like a dead leg, I mean exactly that. like when someone tackles you hard in football and you lose all feeling in your leg for a second that heavy numb painful kind of sensation that's what it felt like and again no bruise no mark nothing just the memory of it the end