Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Chased, Watched, and Hunted True Stories of Terror, Close Calls, and Creeps PART1 #73

Episode Date: September 27, 2025

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Back in 2015, when I was 16 and still stuck in the sleepy beach town where I grew up, something happened that still makes my skin crawl when I think about it. The town itself was so tiny and forgotten that even the nearby towns barely remembered we existed. A blip on the map. There wasn't much to do there if you were a teenager unless you were really into boredom. Basically, your options were to go watch a movie at the one rickety old theater, take a dip in the ocean, or visit this sad excuse of an amusement spot called Miller's Fun Park.

Millers was a place that tried really hard to call itself a fun park, but honestly, it was more like a relic from the 80s that nobody bothered to update. The arcade machines barely worked, like, the ski ball machines had missing balls, and the prize counter was full of faded trinkets that looked like they'd been there for a decade. The batting cages. Probably last used around the same time cassette tapes were cool. The mini golf course was okay if you didn't mind the fake grass peeling off the ground, and the go-karts, don't even get me started. These go-carts were straight-up death traps. They screeched, they fish-tailed, they smoked. Every time you got into one, it felt like flipping it over was a real possibility. The place was tucked way out at the edge of a massive

field. You had to drive down this long road with basically nothing around you. Three miles down that same field was the beach. Across the narrow street from the fun park. Woods. Just trees, thick and dark, stretching forever. It felt isolated. Honestly, if the town was in the middle of nowhere, then Millers might as well have been on another planet. So it was a summer night.

Maybe around 10 p.m. My cousin Emma and I decided we wanted to do something stupid, like go-go-carting. We knew the place would be pretty much deserted, and that's exactly why we wanted to go. No lines. No annoying kids. Just us and the open track. I picked her up, we grabbed some fast food on the way, and made that long, quiet drive out to Millers. The parking lot was nearly empty. One or two cars, tops. We hopped out, walked up to the main booth, and paid for three rides each on the go-carts. The guy running it. He looked like he hadn't slept in a week and might have been high as a kite. He didn't even really talk, just nodded, handed us tickets, and went back to his little booth. Besides us, there were a few kids messing around in the arcade and this one older guy sitting on a bench near the batting cages.

He looked to be in his 60s, maybe older. Wiery Weathered wearing a dirty windbreaker and jeans that were too big for him. He was hunched over like he'd been sitting there a while. But whatever, Emma and I didn't think twice. We had come to ride. So we got in our first set of go-karts and took off.

And like I said, those things were dangerously unstable. Every turn felt like a gamble. I was hyper-focused on keeping the cart from flipping or smashing into the rails, so I didn't notice anything at first. But then, as we rolled back into the lanes after our first ride, I looked up and there he was, the old guy. He had walked over to the edge of the track, standing just on the other side of the chain link fence,

directly across from where I parked. He was staring. No, gawking. His mouth twisted into a weird, cracked smile, and his dark eyes just locked onto mine. It was like he wasn't even blinking. I tried to act normal, flashed him a quick, awkward smile, and handed the next ticket to the sleepy go-kart guy, who honestly didn't notice anything.

He probably couldn't even spell, alert. We took off again. But this time, it was different. I couldn't shake the feeling. Every lap, I found myself scanning the fence line, and every time we passed that stretch, there he was. Standing. Watching.

unmoving, like a statue with dead eyes. And the worst part. The exit gate was right where he was standing. Our third and final ride was coming up fast, and he hadn't budged an inch. So we finished our last lap. I had no choice but to pull in, unbuckle, and get out. As I did, I glanced at Emma to see if she was picking up the same creepy vibes. She didn't look concerned.

In fact, she was a little bit of. laughing and bragging about beating me the last two races. Totally unaware. Then, the moment we stepped through the gate, he moved. He stepped right in front of us. Cut us off completely. Hey there, he said, voice raspy and dry. Up close, I could smell the cigarettes on him. Strong. Mixed with something else, maybe sweat or alcohol. What are you girls doing here all alone? His expression shifted fast, from confused to irritated. She gave him a squint. A what? He smiled wider. Too wide. It's late. Do your parents know you're out here this time of night? There was something off about the way he spoke. His tone was smooth, too smooth,

like a snake coiling itself around you. I snapped out of it and replied quickly. Yeah. They're waiting for us actually, so we got to go. Total lie. Our parents had no clue. But I didn't care. I tried to move past him. He blocked me. Grabbed my shoulder. Not hard, but enough to stop me. Nonsense, he said, voice still flat. I saw you pull up. No one else was with you. And that's when it hit me. He had been watching the whole time. From the moment we arrived. Are you heading out? Why don't I walk you to your car? I froze. My stomach turned. But Emma, bless her impulsive little heart, grabbed my arm and stepped between us. Actually, she said, standing up as tall as she could, which, admittedly, wasn't that tall, we're just going to the arcade. Her boyfriend is meeting us

there. Another lie. My boyfriend wasn't anywhere near town. But Emma said it like it was fact. Her voice was confident. The old man's face changed immediately. His creepy grin faded and was replaced with something darker. He glared at me like I had just ruined something for him. My heart thudded. Emma didn't wait. She yanked me toward the arcade and we bolted through the door. The kids that had been playing there earlier were gone. The place was dead quiet. Just some low electronic beeping and a flickering light near the prize counter. But it felt safer than being outside with that guy. We ran to the back and ducked behind the claw machine. What the hell do we do? I asked.

I left my phone in the car. Me too. It was charging. God, why did we do that? She whispered. We peered over the claw machine. No sign of him yet. But we knew he had to be close. He wasn't just going to walk away. We can't stay in here all night, I said. No. But we can't just walk to the car either.

He's probably waiting. We scanned the arcade for options. The only employee had vanished, probably back in the ticket shack or out smoking something with the go-kart guy. I crouched down again. We make a run for it. Out the back, behind the arcade, through the side field. We circle around and get to the car. He won't expect that.

Emma looked at me like I had grown a second head. That field is pitch black and full of holes. We'll trip and die. Better than getting kidnapped. She sighed, but nodded. We peaked one more time. Still clear. All right.

When I say go, we sprint. No looking back. Got it? Got it. And we ran. Out the emergency exit in the back, into the tall grass and total darkness. To be continued.