Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Creepy High School Stalker Stories That Turned Terrifying and Left Scars Forever PART1 #79

Episode Date: October 17, 2025

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Horror. Number three, the boy with the dark eyes. This story goes back to when I was in the 11th grade, so I was around 16, maybe 17, and let me start off by saying, back then, I was what you'd call a people-pleaser. Still kind of am, honestly. I've always been the type who hates confrontation. I don't like rejecting people outright, I don't like embarrassing anyone, and I definitely don't like making people feel weird, even when they're the ones making me uncomfortable. So, with that in mind, it probably won't surprise you that this story spiraled the way it did, because if I had been a little firmer, a little less polite, maybe I wouldn't have ended up in such a scary situation. Anyway, school had just started, early September. The air was still hot during the day, but cooled

down by evening, and everyone was settling into their classes. I had marine biology that year, which sounded fun when I signed up for it. What I didn't realize was that it was also going to be the setting for one of the creepiest experiences of my life. So picture this. I'm sitting there, second or third week of class, doodling little notes in the margin of my worksheet, when I notice there's this guy. He's sitting across the room, sort of diagonal to me, and he's, staring. Not the casual kind of glance either. His eyes are locked. At first, I brushed it off. I thought maybe I had something on my face or my hair looked funny that day. You know, how in high school, everything feels like it's about you. I figured it was nothing. So I gave him one of those half-smiles,

the polite little acknowledgement smile, like, hey, yeah, I see you, cool, moving on. Then I went back to my assignment. But it kept happening. Day after day, class after class. Always from the corner of my eye, I could feel him watching. Now, let me describe him a little. He was tall, probably taller than most of the boys in our grade, and really skinny, like almost lanky. His hair was brown, nothing remarkable. His face, honestly, wasn't that memorable either, except for one thing, his eyes. His eyes were so dark brown, they looked black, completely black like you couldn't even see the pupils. That's the only detail that really stuck with me. Weeks passed, and one day he finally spoke. I had just finished scribbling down some notes

when he leaned forward and said, hi. I looked up, kind of startled, but I said hello back. He told me his name was Alex, I told him mine, and then, without even blinking, he said, I already know your name. Now, okay, maybe that was. wasn't too weird, considering my handwriting is big and I'd been writing my name on papers, and he was always staring, so he could have picked it up that way. But the way he said it, flat, no expression, like it wasn't even a big deal, that's what made me uncomfortable. I just kind of laughed awkwardly and said, oh, okay, before packing up my stuff. The bell was about to ring anyway, so I didn't have to linger. At lunch, I sat at my usual table with my small group of

friends. We were the quiet type. Most days we'd eat in silence, reading our books. But one day, I decided to put my book down and chat instead. That's when I noticed him. Alex, sitting outside, at one of the courtyard tables, but facing our table, and staring, again. This time I pointed him out to my friend. She immediately said it was super creepy, but being me, I defended him. He's probably harmless, I said, he's just socially awkward. But the thing is, even as I said it, I didn't really believe it. Later that week, I showed up to marine biology a little early. It was just me, Alex, and one other girl in the room for about ten minutes. I gave him that same half-smile out of politeness and opened up my book, but I could feel it, his eyes, again. I glanced up,

kind of raised my eyebrows like, yes, do you need something? And you know what he did? He looked me up and down, slowly. I asked him, are you okay? And he said, yes, I'm just inside of my head, thinking. I nodded, pretending to be fine with that, but inside, I was thinking, nope, not normal. The next day, at lunch, there was a folded piece of paper on our table. It had my name on it, not just my first name, my first and middle name. I opened it, expecting maybe a dumb joke or some cheesy high school crush note. Instead, it said, I wonder what your F would look like with a PVC pipe shoved up it.

Yeah, that. My blood ran cold. I looked around immediately, scanning for him. I didn't see him, but I knew. I knew it was Alex. Who else would write him? something like that. I was disgusted, embarrassed, afraid, but also, I didn't want to show anyone. The note itself was vile, and I didn't want to explain it to a teacher or administrator. So I crumpled it up

and threw it out. That afternoon, I went to wait for my bus like always, and guess who was there? Alex. Leaning against a pillar, backpack slung over one shoulder, and sticking out of his backpack, clear as day was a white PVC pipe. I swear, I felt actual chills crawl up my spine. He didn't say a word, didn't approach me, but the fact that he brought that to school, after writing that note, it was all the message I needed. The next morning, I made an appointment with the counselor. I explained that I needed out of marine biology, like yesterday. She was reluctant at first. It was already a month and a half into the school year, but I had good grades and never caused trouble, so eventually she let me switch classes. I avoided him as much as I could after that,

but he didn't stop. He kept staring at me at lunch. One time at the bus area, I caught him taking pictures of me with his phone. That was against school policy, but I didn't even want to report it. I just wanted him gone. So I got pepper spray, kept it in my bag every day. Just in case. By the time 12th grade started, Alex was gone. Transferred, moved, dropped out, I don't know. I didn't ask. I didn't want to know.

And to this day, I still wonder, what happened to him? What did he become? Honestly, I don't think I want the answer. Number two, the emo kid and the cat. Flash forward a year. I'm a senior now. This is around 2007. My space is still.

Dill a thing, emo bands are at their peak, life is weird but manageable. Then one day, out of the blue, I get a message from some guy. Let's call him Brian. He says he knows me from school, says I tutored him in math. Here's the problem. I've never tutored anyone in math. I hate math. That should have been my first red flag. But me being me, I didn't want to be rude, so I just kind of went along with it. I told him he must have been mistaken. but we struck up a friendly chat anyway. At first it seemed harmless. He was a couple years younger than me, one of the alternative kids in our tiny high school. And I mean tiny. My graduating class had only about 40 people. Everyone knew everyone. Brian was more on the emo side, dark hair,

eyeliner, banties. I leaned more punk, ripped jeans, patches, safety pins. We both loved my chemical romance, so I figured he just felt like we had something in common. Pretty soon, he started talking to me in school, then waiting by my locker, then following me between classes, then showing up at my performances, chire, drama, you name it. At first, I thought it was just a harmless crush, kind of flattering even. But then it escalated. He started saying things, sexual things, inappropriate things, stuff like, when I hook up with my girlfriend, I wish it was you. Stuff about what he wanted to do to me. One time, at homecoming, he left his girlfriend standing alone while he came up to me and said, point blank, that he wanted the three of us to have a

threesome. Luckily, my friend swooped in before I had to answer, and he scurried off. But it didn't end there. And then, just like that, it was over. He stopped. He stopped. showing up at school, vanished. At first, I was relieved, then I was curious. About a month later, one of my friends mentioned him in front of my dad, who, by the way, happened to be the principal of our school. My dad frowned and asked me what I knew about Brian. That's when I told him the whole story. He looked troubled, and then he told me why Brian wasn't at school anymore. Apparently, not long after homecoming, Brian had done something unthinkable. He strapped fireworks to a cat and set them off.

The cat exploded and Brian laughed. He got caught, he was arrested, then committed to a psychiatric facility. I never saw him again. I don't know what became of him after that, but honestly, I think I dodged a bullet. Because as bad as I thought he was, the reality was so much worse. Be Continued.