Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Creepy Online Friendships That Turned Into Stalking, Fear, And Dangerous Encounters PART3 #51

Episode Date: November 3, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #cyberstalking #digitalfear #onlinepredator #creepytales #internetnightmare  “Creepy Online Friendships That Turned Into Stalking, Fear, And Dangerous Encounters – PART 3” concludes the tense story of online relationships gone wrong. This final part reveals the full scope of stalking incidents, the victims’ desperate attempts to stay safe, and the shocking consequences of trusting the wrong people online. It emphasizes the real dangers lurking behind digital connections and the lingering psychological effects of such experiences.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, onlinefriendshipgonewrong, cyberstalkingcase, digitalordeal, creepyencounters, internetfear, stalkingvictim, realcybercrime, socialmediadanger, unsettlingencounters, trustbetrayed, psychologicalordeal, fearandparanoia, victimordeal, digitalhorrorstory

The friend who crossed the line. I had never really been the kind of person who invited people over to my house. For most of my childhood, I was more of the keep to myself type. I had acquaintances, classmates, and people I'd occasionally hang out with, but never someone who felt like a real best friend. So, when I finally had someone I considered close enough to bring into my personal space, it felt like I was stepping into completely new territory. It was like testing out a strange but exciting new world, one that, for a while, made me feel alive in ways I hadn't before.

That person was Josh. We clicked fast. Within a year, we were practically inseparable. We discovered little pieces of ourselves in each other, our obsession with video games, our love of walking around town aimlessly just to talk about nothing and everything, our habit of sneaking into late-night movie movies. marathons and swimming until our skin wrinkled. We shared secrets that felt monumental at the time. It was the kind of friendship where you start to believe nothing could ever tear it apart. But like most things in life that seemed too perfect, it didn't last. This is the part where everything began to shift, where the easy laughs and carefree afternoon started turning heavy, complicated, and dark. Josh wanted something more. Something I couldn't get. You know,

him. I didn't feel that way about him, not even close. My heart belonged to someone else, Charlie, my boyfriend. Josh knew about him. He had always known. But instead of respecting it, he constantly pushed back, convinced that Charlie wasn't right for me. He doesn't treat you the way you deserve, Josh would say, his voice full of conviction, as if he could see some hidden truth I couldn't. You're not meant to be with him. He talks behind your back, I swear. Whenever I asked for proof, Josh would clam up. He'd dodge the question, mutter something vague, or just flat out refuse to answer. Looking back now, hindsight being the cruelly clear thing that it is, I can see how unhealthy the situation had become. At the time, though, I brushed it off,

almost carelessly. Part of me knew I was friend zoning him hard, and yes, it was causing problems. But I didn't feel guilty. Not then. In fact, if I'm being brutally honest, Josh had started to annoy me. Charlie and I barely had time to talk as it was, between his job and my studies, our windows to connect were tiny, precious slivers of time. And Josh. He kept trying to wait. wedge himself into those moments. He'd attempt to join our Skype calls, pushing his way into conversations where he didn't belong. Charlie and I would decline, of course, and Josh would spiral. He'd flood my inbox with messages like, If you were really my friend, you'd let me join. Then, maybe half an hour later, I'd get another.

Sorry. I was being childish. It became a pattern, a cycle that repeated so often it started to feel rehearsed. Now, another important thing about me, I was, and still am, a massive gamer. My online life was as real to me as my offline one. All my friends knew this, Josh included. But things were rocky between us, so when I started playing a new game, I deliberately kept it a secret from him. I didn't want him tagging along. Not in real life, not even in cyberspace.

Josh had a habit of following me from game to game before, pestering me to play together, inserting himself into spaces where I needed breathing room. So, this time, I found a new guild, one that rated twice a week, a group of people who felt like a little online family. For the first time in months, things were fun again. Until, of course, Josh found out. A week later, thanks to a mutual friend spilling the beans, Josh signed up and joined my guild. And I knew it was him the second I saw the username. He never changed it.

Ever. From there, things unraveled quickly. Apparently, he was talking trash about me behind my back, making crude comments toward the female members, and generally being obnoxious. Every other thing out of his mouth was some bad joke or forced reference, and he thought he was hilarious. Nobody else did. He disrupted raids, blaring loud music into the voice channel, making it impossible to coordinate.

It wasn't long before he got booted, and honestly, he deserved it. He burned bridges with everyone in record time. But the final straw came when I realized how toxic things had become. come. After hearing all the things he'd been saying about me, I decided enough was enough. I called him on Skype and ended the friendship. He didn't take it well. The second the words left my mouth, Josh exploded. He cursed me out, his voice a mix of rage and betrayal. He threatened me, saying he'd expose my secrets to everyone we knew, that he'd ruin my life piece by piece. I hung up, blocked him, sat back in my chair, shaking, and whispered a quiet

prayer of gratitude that he was finally out of my orbit. Or at least, that's what I thought. What I had conveniently forgotten in that moment of relief was that Josh knew where I lived. For the next month, I avoided him. I poured my energy into my guild, my studies, and anything but him. Life started to regain some sense of normalcy. But three weeks after cutting him off, something happened that shattered all of that. See, I've been diagnosed with insomnia. Nights are long for me, spent staring at the ceiling or wandering from window to window. That's how, one night, I ended up gazing at the street lamps outside my house. and that's when I saw him.

Josh. He was standing under the lamp closest to my house, his figure barely visible in the orange glow. My stomach dropped. Now, my room has a balcony right outside the window. It's not hard to climb, ledges, pipes, footholds everywhere. I'd used it myself to sneak out before. Usually, I kept the window open because my room got unbearably hot at night. The AC was busted, and I didn't have a fan.

But that particular week, the weather had turned freezing, so for once, the window was shut tight. Thank God. Because about 15 minutes later, I saw Josh start to move. He walked up to my house, looked around, and began climbing. I froze. If that window had been open, he would have slipped inside without effort. The thought made me nauseous. Heart pounding, I killed my monitor light and sat in the pitch dark, every muscle tense,

trying desperately to stay quiet. My teeth chattered, not just from the cold, but from pure, bone-deep fear. I couldn't leave the room. The floorboards creaked too much. much, and he'd hear me instantly. I couldn't scream either, my mom was out drinking, and my younger sister was staying at my grandparents. I was alone. So, I sat there and watched in horror as Josh reached the balcony. He tested the window, tugged at it, tried to pry it open. It didn't budge. And then, he just stood there.

staring into my room. It turned into this sick waiting game, where every minute stretched into an hour. My brain kept whispering that if I made the smallest sound, he'd smash his way in. I stayed as still as I could, lungs burning, fighting the urge to sob. Finally, around 5 a.m., I heard the familiar sound of tires crunching into the driveway. My mom's car. Relief surged through me so hard I nearly collapsed. Josh noticed too.

He scrambled down the pipes like a startled animal. My mom saw him. She started yelling, her voice sharp with anger. At first, she thought I'd invited him over, but when I explained everything through shaking breaths, she pulled me into a hug and whispered how glad she was that I was safe. We called the police. But their response was like a punch in the gut.

Since he didn't assault you, there's nothing we can do. That was it. That was the law's answer to my nightmare. It's been a year and a half since then. I haven't seen Josh. Haven't heard from him. He just, vanished. And maybe that's for the best.

Wherever you are, Josh, I hope you got help. I hope you found a way to move on. because you were so so close to stepping into a darkness that neither of us would have come back from and me i learned something from all of it there's always a reason to be afraid the end