Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Buried in Ashes My Mother’s Survival of Unit 731 and the War Crime They Hid PART2 #46

Episode Date: July 15, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #unit731 #warcrimes #survivorstories #wartimehorrors #historicaltragedy  The chilling continuation of a survivor’s account from Unit 731, revealing deeper horrors of the secret war crimes and the lingering impact on her family. Part 2 uncovers new dark truths and the ongoing fight to expose history’s most terrifying atrocities.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, unit731, warcrimes, wartimehorrors, survivoraccount, historicaltragedy, darkpast, humanexperiments, truehorror, traumahealing, hauntinglegacy, legacyofpain, historyuncovered, survivalstory, darksecrets

As the last of the Japanese soldiers disappeared from the house, something twisted deep in my gut. I could barely breathe. I was still curled up inside the old oven, wedged into the fetal position like I was trying to disappear into the metal. I broke down crying, hot tears soaking my cheeks as I gave up on any kind of hope. Everything felt broken, doomed. The situation got even worse when I tried to leave the oven and the damn thing wouldn't open. The door had somehow locked from the outside, and I was stuck. Completely and utterly trapped.

No light. No air. Just metal pressing in on me, and the growing horror of being buried alive. At first, I whimpered and tried to push the door open gently. But that didn't do anything. So I started to kick, softly at first, then harder and harder until my feet were throbbing. I punched, I banged, I screamed. Hello. Can anyone hear me? I'm stuck. Let me out. Please. My voice cracked from yelling, and my whole body shook. Time passed. I don't know how long,

it felt like hours. My chest burned, my lungs were tight, and panic buzzed in every nerve. And just when I thought I might pass out, the door suddenly flew. open. Bright light hit me like a hammer, and I collapsed onto the floor, sobbing and gasping for air. I expected to see my mom or even a Japanese soldier, but no. Three men stood over me, Chinese partisans with tired faces and worn, filthy uniforms. They looked almost as surprised to see me as I was to see them. One of them knelt, gently brushing the ash and grime from my hair. It's all right, little girl, he said softly. We're not here to hurt you. We're partisans. We're trying to stop the Japanese, to put an end to what they've been doing here. Another man leaned down. He only had one good eye,

but that I was filled with something I hadn't seen in a long time, kindness. Where's your family? He asked. They took them, I said, the tears returning. They made us sick. Then they took them all away. What's your name? The one-eyed man asked. Jing, well, Jing, I'm Chin. This is my group. You're with us now. You're safe. I wanted to believe him. I really did. But I shook my head. No, we're not safe. Listen, and I told them everything. The ceramic bomb, the fleas, the sickness. The round-ups. The vanishing of my family. By the time I finished my story, the mood had changed. The two men standing behind Chen looked pale and worried.

Chen, one whispered, sweating buckets, if that story's true, we've all been exposed. Chin didn't blink. Whether we have or not, we move forward. We have to. This confirms what we feared. We know where the Japanese took the townspeople. We end it tonight. I nodded.

I didn't know what else to do. I wasn't about to be left behind. Maybe they could still save my mom. I didn't dare hope for my grandparents. My heart ached when I thought of them dying in some cold, dark place, their bodies rotting from the inside. We stepped into the night. I followed behind the men, silent. The moonlight made everything look silver and haunted.

The road was splashed with dark stains. Blood? Maybe. Or something else. It hadn't dried, even though the dirt around it was dry as bone. We walked for over an hour. That's when I saw it. A huge building loomed in the distance, well-lit and almost elegant. It had a balcony above the main entrance. Light poured from every window. Looks like someone's home, I whispered to Chen. He just nodded, scanning the area. Crackling sounds came from the nearby trees as more partisans emerged, saluting Chen. The group had grown to seven. Chen gave the order, stick to the plan.

Kill every last Japanese soldier and doctor inside. Leave no one breathing. They nodded, and just like that, the group split up, some ran to the front, others circled around back. Chen knelt beside me. I need to go too, he said, voice low. Will you be okay here? I want to go in, I said fiercely. That's my mom. I should help. You're a kid, Jing. You don't even know how to shoot. He looked sad. If I don't come back in 30 minutes, run. Find family, anyone. This place is cursed.

Then he was gone, vanishing into the darkness. Gunfire exploded from inside the building. flashes of light danced in the windows. It sounded like chaos, sustained bursts from different floors, screams mixed in with the blasts. Then silence. A man stumbled out the front door, one of the partisans. He was missing an arm, blood gushing from his shoulder in violent spurts. He stumbled and fell, landing hard on the wound. He tried to scream.

Then he went still. Dead. I had to go in. Screw what Chin said. That was my family in there. I ran past the body and through the open door. Inside, the lights were blinding. The white hallway was smeared with blood and bits of flesh.

A severed arm still gripping a gun lay beside the wall. I bent down and took it, my fingers trembling. This was it. I had a gun now. I wasn't helpless. I was going to find my mom. I turned the corner and saw chin. He was barely standing, leaning against the wall.

His face was a shredded mess. His scalp had been ripped open and his chest was torn wide, organ spilling out. You have to run, he gasped, reaching for me with a bloodied hand. They're all dead. I found no one, then he collapsed, blood pooling beneath him. But I wasn't. wasn't leaving. Not yet. I found stairs and descended into the basement. The first room nearly made me vomit. Stainless steel tables filled the space. On them were bodies, pregnant women,

dissected while still alive. Their babies were laid out beside them, little bodies cut open like science experiments. The walls held shelves of glass jars. Inside floated fetuses, heads, hearts, livers. Human remains, cataloged like pickles in a pantry. I staggered out, dry heaving. The next room was full of charred bodies. Some were just blackened bones. Others were still moaning, barely alive. One burned figure twitched, trying to reach for me. Chen had been wrong, someone had survived. Then came the noise. Heavy, wet breathing from behind me. I turned, gun raised. It was, a thing. An abomination. Towering and sewn together from multiple bodies. Five legs, ten arms, all stitched grotesquely into its flesh. Three mutilated heads grinned down at me,

each with animal and human eyes. Dark fluid oozed from its seams. I screamed and pulled the trigger. The gun jolted hard, but I hit it in the shoulder. Black blood sprayed. It screeched and started coming toward me, legs moving like a spider. I turned, and tripped over a corpse. A Japanese soldier. The creature's fingers closed around my ankle. H-U-I, someone screamed behind me. Gunfire rang out.

I twisted around. My mom stood there. She was covered in sores. Her skin was blotched black from the plague, and her nose was rotting. But she was alive. She fired again and again into the monster, each shot tearing into it. When the gun clicked empty, she threw it aside and leapt onto the thing, biting and clawing like a wild animal. I ran.

After the outbreak, the Chinese government sealed the entire area. To this day, nobody goes in. It's a dead zone, poisoned forever. Years later, I took a DNA test just out of curiosity. One result stood out, I had a rare mutation that made me resistant to the black death. Maybe that's the only reason I made it. But surviving didn't mean forgetting. I still see those people, their bodies covered and boils the size of eggs.

I still hear their screams. I see the women, dissected alive. The fetuses, the preserved heads. And my mother, charging a monster, a plague burning her alive as she fought to save me. What Unit 731 did wasn't just war. It was evil. Pure, unforgivable evil. And it lives in my memories.

The end.