Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Creepy True Stories of Creatures, Shadows, and Paranormal Figures That Still Haunt PART1 #51

Episode Date: September 24, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #paranormalencounters #shadowfigures #creaturestories #hauntedexperiences #trueghoststories  "Creepy True Stories of Creatures, Shadows, and Paranormal Figures That Still Haunt – PART 1" opens a spine-chilling collection of real accounts where the line between reality and the supernatural blurs. From shadowy figures lurking in the corners of rooms to unexplainable creatures seen in the dead of night, survivors share eerie encounters that left them shaken for life. These aren’t just ghost stories—they’re haunting realities that continue to puzzle and terrify.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, trueparanormalencounters, shadowcreaturetales, hauntedmemories, supernaturalstories, ghostlyfigures, unexplainedevents, creepyencounters, nightterrors, eerievisions, paranormalphenomena, frightfulrealities, chillingtestimonies, mysteriousbeings, hauntedbyshadows

My name is Ethan, and I swear this story is real. My friends and family still laugh it off, treating it like some spooky tale we made up one night to scare each other. But those of us who lived through it know the truth. We were kids, sure, but we weren't imagining things. This memory is seared into my brain like a scar. I was about eight years old, and it was one of those big family dinner nights at our house. Everyone was there, aunts, uncles, cousins, loud chatter, clinking dishes, the whole scene. My two cousins, Cassia and Melanie, who were both around my age, were there too, along with my younger brother Cruz, who was six at the time.

Naturally, with four hyper kids running around and making noise, the adults quickly got fed up and told us to go outside and play. We went to the backyard, chasing each other, laughing, pretending to be superheroes, or maybe just annoying each other for fun. It was one of those classic summer nights, the sun dipping behind the trees, bugs buzzing, the air thick with the smell of barbecue. Then Kasha suddenly stopped and looked toward the woods on the side of the house. Did you guys hear that? she asked, her eyes wide. We all stopped running.

Hear what? Melanie asked. Kasha pointed toward the trees. A growl. Like, a low growl. Now, Kasha was kind of the prankster of our group. Always trying to spook us with made-up ghost stories or pretending she saw something in the mirror. So, of course, we rolled our eyes.

Yeah, okay, I said, brushing her off. Nice try. But Kasha looked dead serious. We were about to go back to playing when Cruz, my little brother, suddenly said, I heard it too. That made us all stop. We stood still, our little ears straining in the direction of the woods. And then we heard it.

A low, guttural snarl. It wasn't loud, but it was deep and weirdly wet sounding, like something big and angry breathing through its teeth. Melanie clutched my arm. Maybe it's a wolf. We should go inside. But then Cruz said the thing that made my blood run cold. It's not a wolf.

It walks on two legs. What? I asked. He nodded solemnly. I saw it before. Wait, what do you mean, before? Melanie asked. Cruz just shrugged, like it was no big deal.

Like he'd just seen some monster walking around the woods before and thought it was normal. We were all staring at him when the growl came again, louder this time, and we looked toward the tree line. And there it was. A dark figure just past the trees. It was huge, like way taller than any person. Its body was covered in thick, dark hair, and its arms hung low, almost touching its knees. But the part that still haunts me is its legs. The knees were bent backward, like how a deer or a dog's legs bend, not like a human's. The closest thing I can compare it to is the werewolf from that old goose bumps book, The Weir. of fever swamp. That same lanky, hulking, pharaoh look. But this thing stank. Like, imagine a dead animal left in the sun for days, that kind of sour, rotting stench. It hit us like a punch in the

face. Melanie screamed and shoved all of us toward the house. Cassia and I each grabbed one of Cruz's arms and we ran like our lives depended on it. We got to the front door and started pounding like maniacs. My aunt finally opened it, looking all confused, and we practically collapsed into the house, sobbing and gasping. Nobody believed us. They said we were playing games, said we watched too many monster movies. But we knew what we saw. Two days later, our neighbor came by. He looked pale and freaked out. He warned us to keep our dog inside at night. When we asked why, he said something had been in the woods, something big. Five of his chickens had been found torn apart, three were missing, and part of his fence was busted down.

He even mentioned bite marks that were too big for a regular dog. It was enough to give all of us chills. The next day, his horse was found dead. One of its legs had been ripped clean off. After that, no one said we were making it up. It's been 11 years since that night, but I still think about it. We were lucky. Whatever that thing was, it could have grabbed one of us.

But that wasn't my only encounter with something terrifying. Years later, when I was about 19, I had an experience that still keeps me up at night. My parents were out visiting relatives for the weekend, and I had the house to myself. It was one of those lazy, quiet nights. I was on my laptop, watching YouTube and chatting with a friend on Skype. Just regular stuff. I've always been a little, sensitive. Not in an emotional way, but spiritually.

Like, I pick up on weird energy that most people don't notice. I don't tell many people, but I believe I'm clairvoyant. I can sense things. See things sometimes. That night, something felt off. The house was too quiet and the darkness felt heavier than usual. I had my bedroom door open so I could hear if anything happened in the house. Across from my door is a linen closet and a hallway that curves left.

I leaned back in my chair, stretching, when suddenly I felt it, a chill running up my spine. Goose bumps. That crawling sensation on your skin. Like static electricity but alive. I stopped typing. I used my laptop's webcam to check behind me, angling it slightly because I didn't want to actually turn around. And that's when I saw it. Something small and dark was sitting near my doorway. It looked like a toddler-sized shadow, cross-legged, rocking slowly.

Its arms were twisted around its body in this unnatural way, and its hands were gripping its feet. Its head was twitching in that rapid, glitchy way you only ever see in horror films. I could barely see a face. Just blackness, except for the grin. This long, sinister, toothy grin. Like it was smiling just for me. I held my breath, slowly turned my head, and almost screamed. It was real.

It looked exactly the same in person. A pitch black figure, its face a swirling shadow with that horrible, grinning mouth. Then it moved. Its arms slid around its body, like snakes, and it rose to its feet. It started growing, taller and taller. I heard this faint, creepy laughter that seemed to echo in my bones. And then, just like that, it was gone, disappearing down the hallway. I jumped up, ran to the door, and peeked out. Nothing. Just shadows. I stood exactly where it had been sitting, wondering how long it had been watching me. The chill was still

there, wrapping around me like cold water. I searched the whole house but found nothing. But I knew it had been there. I knew it had seen me. After that, weird things kept happening. My mom started having nightmares. She'd wake up gasping, saying she dreamed of a small shadowy figure with a wide grin that would climb on top of her and start choking her. She said it felt like its fingers were made of ice. Then one night, around 3 a.m., I heard something again. Footsteps. Heavy ones. And a dragging noise, like something was pulling a bag of bricks across the floor.

I got up, flipped the light switch, nothing. Power was out. I crept down the hall, heart racing. And then I saw it again. That dark mass. This time, it was behind the sofa in the living room. It wasn't small anymore. It was massive, at least seven feet tall.

Its arms were wrapped around its own body like it was hugging itself. It turned toward me. Its head cocked all the way back, and I heard this loud cracking sound like bones breaking. Then that smile. That impossible, white, eerie smile, glowing in the dark. It just stood there, watching me. Then, without warning, it turned and walked away. But its head stayed facing me. Its body moved, but its face remained

fixed in my direction. It disappeared again. That was the last time I saw it. My mom's nightmares stopped. But I'm left wondering what it was. A demon? A spirit? Some alien entity. I have no idea. But I know one thing for sure, it's not gone forever. To be continued.