Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Chased, Watched, and Hunted True Stories of Terror, Close Calls, and Creeps PART5 #77

Episode Date: September 27, 2025

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All right, so let's rewind to this one time when our group of friends got caught up in one of the dumbest, creepiest, and almost deadly nights of our teenage lives. There was always one of us who thrived on chaos, faith. She had to be the loudest in the room, the boldest on the street, and let's just say accountability wasn't really in her vocabulary. It was always fun until things got real, and guess who had to deal with the consequences. Everyone else. So, the plan that day was simple, get together, grab a cab, head to some low-key birthday celebration in the woods, because apparently clubs are too mainstream and just chill. Parents? Totally out of the loop. They thought we were grabbing food or something boring and harmless. Nope. The meet-up spot was this tiny shopping center that always smelled like cheap coffee and fried food.

We gathered near the taxi rank, just waiting around. around, joking, being loud, and pretending like we totally had our lives together. Then the taxi rolled up. This beat-up car groaned to a stop, and the driver, man, I swear, looked like he just crawled out of a horror movie. Late 50s, scraggly beard, hair like he forgot what shampoo was, and a stench that could knock a bird out of the sky. I swear it smelled like death and wet socks had a baby. I made the mistake of locking eyes with him, and instantly, my stomach flipped. Red flags? All over the place. Sirens in my brain. Something screamed at me to just bail and head home. But did I listen? Of course not. Because, you know, pure pressure. Everyone else was

already climbing into the cab, chattering away, excited about booze and birthday tunes. I forced myself to act chill, figuring I'd never see this creeper again. The ride felt like an eternity. It was maybe 20 minutes, but it dragged like a bad dream. We finally pulled up into the parking lot close to the woods. One of the guys, Adam, paid the driver, and we all scrambled out of their fast. But right as we turned to head toward the trail, the driver rolled his window down. What are you kids doing out here?

Think you're a bit too old for playgrounds, don't you think? Cue awkward silence. Me and Navy exchanged a confused glance. I mumbled something like, it's our friend's birthday, just celebrating. In the woods, he repeated, like we just told him we were about to do a satanic ritual or something. Faith grinned, bad sign. I could see something stupid brewing in her mind. Before she could open her mouth, Adam swooped.

in and saved us all from embarrassment. We're not into the whole bar scene. Just chillin' in the woods works for us. The driver gave this crooked smile that exposed more gums than teeth and said, Oh, okay then. I guess I'll see you later. Wait, what? Before we could say anything, he sped off like a man with a mission. We just kind of stood there, weirded out but brushing it off. Faith, ever the fearless idiot, just laughed and grabbed her bag full of alcohol like we didn't just have a horror movie moment. We hit the trail, crossed a small clearing, and reached the river. Then it was party mode. Faith blasted her favorite rave garbage on this old radio she brought.

Not my taste, I'm a punk rock guy, but it was her birthday, so whatever. Everyone was drinking like it was their last day on earth. We'd made its appearance too, because of course it did. Eventually, I plopped down next to Navy, through my arm around her, and kind of just zoned out. The stars above, the buzz kicking in, her leaning against me, it was peaceful for a moment. Then I passed out. I woke up what felt like an hour later. Still dark, still in the woods.

Navy was right beside me, the music was lower, and most of the crew had collapsed. into that late-night post-party days. My bladder was about to burst, so I got up and stumbled over to the nearest bush. That's when I heard it. A scream. Loud, from the direction of the trail. Not like a funny scream. A man, yelling like he was in pain, or rage.

I froze. My half-zipped pants stayed that way as I listened. I sprinted back to the group. Turn off the music, I hiss. What the hell, man? Faith barked. Shoo. I said.

I heard someone screaming. Down the trail. She, of course, ignored me and cranked the volume even higher, belting out lyrics like a drunk banshee. Navy came over, her face tight with concern. What's going on? There's someone out there, I said. Ross, bless him, didn't hesitate.

He grabbed the radio and threw it straight into the river. The splash silenced Faith. Finally. What the hell, Ross, she screamed. Shut up. We've got company, he pointed toward the trail. That's when we saw him. A figure stepped out of the shadows, right in the middle of the path.

My heart hit my knees. He moved forward. And when he came into the light, we saw it, he was holding a knife. And in his other hand, a dead rabbit, dripping with something dark, blood, we guessed. His clothes were stained, and his eyes looked, gone. Wild. Like nobody was home upstairs. He shook the rabbit like it was some kind of sick trophy, giggling to himself. Then he tossed it at our feet. Faith, always fearless and always dumb, stood up. Get the hell out of here, you freak. She hurled a bottle at him, it missed by inches.

His giggle stopped. His expression changed. Now it was pure hatred. You're really gonna regret that, he said, low and cold. Then he charged. Run. I didn't need to be told twice. I grabbed Navy's hand and dragged her with me.

We bolted deeper into the woods. The others followed, Ross right behind. The guy chased us, still screaming, and I swear every step sounded closer. My chest felt like it would explode. Trees blurred. Branches slapped our faces. Then, ahead, I saw a road. 60 feet.

Just 60 feet. I looked back, he was right there. Gaining on us. Headlights. A van. I waved like a lunatic. Everyone did. The psycho slowed down when he saw the lights. He stopped just short of the trees. The van, a minibus, slammed the brakes. A man jumped out. You kids okay. There's a man in the woods,

he's chasing us. Get in. Quick. We didn't argue. We piled into the van like our lives depended on it, because they did. As we drove off, I looked back, and there he was, just standing in the middle of the road, staring at us. And then, another figure stepped out of the woods and joined him. My blood ran cold. I told the others. We were speechless. That second guy, it looked like the cab driver, I whispered. Faith looked guilty. She knew this was her fault. I'm sorry, okay? she muttered. You could have gotten us all killed. We didn't call the cops. Stupid, I know. But we were drunk, high, and scared of getting into trouble. The bus driver said he'd report it. We nodded, thanked him, and as soon as we were dropped off, we ran. After that night, we stopped hanging out

with faith. It wasn't the first time she'd cause trouble, but it was the last straw. Maybe the guy would have attacked us anyway. But maybe not. Maybe the bottle made it worse. I still think about that second figure. The cab driver's creepy smile. His final words. I guess I'll see you later. It haunts me. Oh, and hey, I'm Brett. Canadian, born and raised. Grew up in the Northwest Territories, a place so remote, it makes you feel like you're the only person on Earth. Earth. Yellowknife was the biggest city nearby, but even that's tiny, with just 20,000 people. We lived out beyond that. Our house. A lonely cabin hidden a mile down some dirt trail off the highway. Total isolation. No neighbors. Just trees. Miles and miles of trees. The forest around our

home. Massive. They say it's bigger than the UK. To be continued.