Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Chased, Watched, and Hunted True Stories of Terror, Close Calls, and Creeps PART4 #76

Episode Date: September 27, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #truehorrorstories #realencounters #creepyencounters #nightmarefuel #truestoryterror  Part 4 of Chased, Watched, and Hunted continues the chilling anthology of true horror experiences. These unsettling stories dive into moments where people were stalked, followed, or trapped in terrifying close calls with strangers and creeps. Every account captures the raw fear of being watched, the panic of not knowing what’s next, and the horrifying realization that real danger often hides in plain sight.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, truehorrorstories, truestoryterror, creepyencounters, stalkerstories, realencounters, nightmarefuel, scaryencounters, chillingtales, disturbingstories, unsettlingmoments, survivalstories, creepyexperiences, realnightmares, truestoryhorror

Driving a long night 80 through Nevada felt weirdly calm. The roads were wide open, no traffic in sight and no snow yet. But I wasn't letting my guard down, not even a little. I knew a storm was brewing from the west, and that meant trouble was only a matter of time. I kept checking my weather app like every 15 minutes, hoping for some kind of update or miracle, but every single time it said the same thing, the storm was still coming, and it was going to hit hard. Fast forward about seven or eight hours into my drive, I passed one of those big flashing highway signs that said I, 80 was going to be closed soon due to severe weather. Awesome. Just my luck.

It was already pushing 5 p.m., and there was no way I was turning around now. Not after all that driving. I pulled into Reno, mostly to fill up on gas and collect my thoughts. I had two options. either find a hotel and hunker down for the night or try to push through using a different route. Hotels cost money, though, and I wasn't exactly in the mood to burn cash if I didn't have to. I opened my GPS and saw there was another mountain pass I could take, through Carson City, then cutting through the Sierra Nevada. By now, the snow had started to fall. Not a gentle kind of snow either, this was sideways snow, pushed around by wind gusts like Mother Nature was having a tantrum. I made it to the pass, where a couple road crew guys were checking cars.

They were only letting people through if they had chains or all-wheel drive. Luckily, my sister's Jeep had both. Once I was on that mountain road, it got real. The snow was packed tight on the road, so I dropped the Jeep down into first gear and crawled along, maybe 10 to 20 miles per hour tops. The wind was so aggressive it felt like the Jeep was going to lift off. I cranked the defrost and windshield wipers all the way up, just so I could see more than three feet in front of me. After about an hour of this snow-slow crawl, I was getting annoyed. I wasn't making much progress, and I was deep in the Sierra Nevada, trees thick on both sides,

snow piled up everywhere, and the sky getting darker by the minute. Hardly any other cars were out there. It felt like I was the only idiot crazy enough to be driving through a blizzard in the middle of a mountain range. I made the dumb decision to speed up a little. I was still in first gear but pushed it to about 25 to 30 miles per hour. Big mistake. Next thing I know, the Jeep slides off the road and straight into a ditch. It wasn't a huge crash, just kind of slid and sank, but it was deep enough in the snow that the tires couldn't get a grip. I tried rocking it back and forth with the gas pedal, nothing. I got out to assess the situation. It was below freezing,

and I didn't have gloves. I had a winter coat, thankfully, but still. I looked around the tires, yep, totally buried in snow. I knew I should have put chains on earlier. Too late for that now. And, of course, I didn't have a shovel. My best bet was to dig around the tires by hand, hoping to create some kind of space to maneuver. My hands were frozen solid after a couple of minutes. I had to jump back in the Jeep, blast the heat, and try again. I eventually got back out and walked a little into the woods, thinking maybe I could find some branches or sticks for traction.

I didn't want to go too far, if another car came by, I'd need to flag them down. So I'm about 50 yards in, using my phone flashlight, picking up smaller fallen branches. I hear something. Not wind, not trees, footsteps. At first, I thought maybe it was an animal. I stop and listen, but all I hear is the wind howling through the trees. I shrug it off, grab a few more sticks, and as I'm breaking a low branch off a tree, snap, I hear the footsteps again. This time, closer. I freeze. My phone's flashlight catches something. A figure. Hooded.

Standing about 25 yards away. Not moving. Just watching me. We stare at each other for what felt like forever. My brain finally catches up, adrenaline hits. I turn and bolt through the snow, crashing branches and all, straight back to the Jeep. The crunch of footsteps behind me, he was chasing me. I reached the Jeep, chucked the sticks behind me.

chuck the sticks behind the back tires, and pray it gives me enough traction. I slam the door, lock it, and just as I do, he slams his fist on the driver's window. Screaming. Knife in hand. Demanding I open the door. I see his face, or what I can of it. Cold, dead eyes. Pure rage.

I slammed the Jeep into reverse, and it finally moves. The sticks worked. I skid back onto the road just as he hurls the knife, yes, throws it, at my face. It clinks off the windshield right where my head was. I don't look back. I just drive. I'm gripping the wheel like a madman, barely breathing, trying to stay on the road without ending up in another ditch.

When I glance in the rearview mirror, I see him. Still standing there. Watching. The rest of the trip home took me almost. three hours longer than normal. I didn't even stop once I got service again. I didn't call the cops. I didn't file a report. I was too tired. I just wanted to go home, sleep, and forget the whole thing ever happened. Looking back, if I hadn't taken my sister's Jeep that night, I might have never made it back at all. And I hope to God nobody else got caught in those woods with that psycho.

That all happened two years ago. But let me tell you another time that still haunts me. It was a Saturday night. I was a senior in high school. My buddies Mike and Steve were over, chilling like we always did. Around 11.30 p.m., they were ready to head home, and since neither of them had a car, I offered to drop them off like I usually did. Mike lived further away, so I always took him first.

We're driving, laughing, laughing. about some dumb stuff, and we hit a red light. I'm in the middle lane. Some silver sedan pulls up on our right, nothing unusual. Light turns green, we go, and bam, this guy cuts me off, like inches from my bumper. I slam on the brakes and lay on the horn. Dude just keeps going. Couple minutes later, we hit another red light. I pull up next to the guy again, and he's got his window down, flipping us off. Naturally, I roll mine down too, and we start throwing middle fingers and insults back and forth. Mike's shouting, I'm shouting, Steve's just in the back watching it all unfold like it's a reality show. This dude starts yelling, you want to fight. I'm thinking,

really. One of you, three of us. Sit down. Light turns green, we go. This time, he's behind us, and oh boy, he loses it. He's riding my bumper, flips on his high beams, and starts swerving like he's trying to pit maneuver us. I try to speed up, but he stays glued to us. Mike and Steve are freaking out. I'm freaked out. I pull onto a wider shoulder to get away, and he cuts us off again. I jam the brakes and barely miss hitting him. He takes off, cutting off some random car at the next light, then he's gone. We sat there for a second just trying to process what the hell just happened. No one said much on the rest of the drive. I dropped off Mike, then Steve, constantly checking the mirrors. I laugh about it now. Kinda. But back then, I thought we were going to die. Dude could

have easily wrecked us or worse. That was the last time I ever got into it with another driver. Some people are just completely unhinged. Let me throw one more story at you. This one's from summer 2021. I was 16, and me and my crew, Adam, Ross, and my girlfriend Nevy, were headed to our friend Faith's 16th birthday. Now Faith. She was a handful. Always wanted to be the wild one. For her birthday, she wanted to get drunk in the forest near the park. Yeah. Because nothing says, Sweet 16, like getting hammered in the woods. So, we meet up at the edge of the park right as the sun's setting. Faith's already sipping on some questionable vodka mix. The rest of us join in, passing around whatever we had. Music playing off someone's Bluetooth speaker,

laughter echoing through the trees, it started out fun. Then it got weird. We wandered deeper into the woods, farther than I'd ever gone before. The drinks kept flowing. People got louder. Shadows got darker. Faith dared someone to go off and scare the others, and Ross volunteered. But when Ross screamed a few minutes later, it didn't sound fake. To be continued.