Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Creepy True Stories of Creatures, Shadows, and Paranormal Figures That Still Haunt PART2 #52

Episode Date: September 24, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #ghostencounters #shadowcreatures #paranormalactivity #hauntingstories #truecreaturetales  "Creepy True Stories of Creatures, Shadows, and Paranormal Figures That Still Haunt – PART 2" continues this eerie series with even more unsettling firsthand accounts. Witnesses describe terrifying encounters with shadowy beings, strange creatures lurking just out of sight, and unexplainable phenomena that defy logic. These true stories reveal the unknown lurking in the darkness and the lasting impact such experiences leave on those who survive them.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, supernaturalencounters, creatureencounters, shadowyfigures, hauntedrealities, paranormalwitnesses, creepytrueevents, nightshadeencounters, eeriehauntings, mysteriousbeings, frightfulexperiences, ghostlytales, darkphenomena, chillingencounters, unexplainedshadows

My experiences with the unexplained have left me with more questions than answers. Is it some kind of evil entity? A demon? Maybe even an alien? Honestly, your guess is as good as mine. All I know is, I can never really shake the feeling that one day, it might return. This next part happened about a year ago. It was late, like really late, and I had just gotten back from a grocery run.

Nothing weird happened at the store, and the drive home was uneventful. But the second I pulled into my driveway and started unloading the bags, that strange, crawling feeling hit me, the kind that wraps around your spine and whispers, you're not alone. Just to give you a better idea of the setting, I live in a cul-de-sac in the suburbs. Quiet, tucked-away kind of place. The only source of light comes from the main road street lamps. Every other road is just swallowed up in darkness. Plus, we live right by the train tracks, so it's usually quiet unless the train barrels through.

That night, as I unloaded my car, the only light was the one spilling out of my open garage. It was like my house was this tiny beacon surrounded by thick shadows. I happened to glance down the street, and that's when I noticed it. A figure walking up the road. It was just a silhouette, pitch black. against the even blacker background. I couldn't make out any details, but something about it was, wrong. I couldn't explain it, but fear gripped me. It wasn't just walking, it was on all fours. And its legs? Way too long and skinny. Slender and weird, like they didn't belong to any animal I'd

ever seen. We get deer and raccoons and stuff sometimes since we're near the woods, but this? This was not one of those. Then, as if it sensed me watching, the thing turned its head toward me. No face, no eyes I could see, but I could feel it staring. That was enough for me. I slammed the garage door, killed the lights, and practically bolted inside. No way was I waiting around to see what it wanted. This other memory goes way back to when I was maybe six or seven. My mom had gone to work, so it was just me, my dad, and my little brother at home.

My brother was busy playing in the toy room while my dad and I took turns playing on one of those old school plug-and-play video games. If you grew up in the early 2000s, you know what I'm talking about. Eventually, my dad dozed off, and I kept playing. I was deep into a game called Mappy, this arcade-style game where you're a mouse dodging cats and collecting random stuff. I was really focused, but my brother kept bugging me. He kept saying he had something cool to show me and wouldn't leave me alone until I followed him. Frustrated after losing around, I sighed and told him, fine, show me the stupid cool thing. Now, here's the thing about the toy room, it was creepy.

My dad had reversed the door so it locked from the outside. He did that so he could lock us in if we were being bad. And the light in there? Super dim. The kind of room that just felt. off. My brother pulled me into the room and shut the door behind us. I expected him to immediately show me whatever he was so excited about. Instead, he just turned around and smiled at me. Not a cute little kid smile, no, this one was weird. Creepy. Almost like he was in on some joke

I didn't get. I told him to show me already, but he kept grinning. Then he laughed. A quiet, laugh. It didn't feel like my brother at all. Fet up, I turned to leave, but the door wouldn't open. My little brother had locked it. I started yelling for him to open it, but he just kept laughing louder. Then he got quiet. I turned to see what he was doing, and he was sitting on a little plastic slide we had in the room. He was staring up at the ceiling. Naturally, I looked too. That's when I saw it. Something was poking out of the air vent. Pale white, wrinkled, and vainy, like an old man's bald head, but way too white to be human. My eyes teared up immediately. Whatever it was, it was slowly emerging. My brother started laughing again, louder and more twisted this time.

I banged on the door like my life depended on it, screaming for my dad. I refused to look back at that thing, but I could hear it. The sound it made was inhuman. Guttural, wet, and awful. Then suddenly, my brother screamed. A scream so loud and terrified, it shut down every thought in my brain. I didn't dare turn around. I just kept crying, begging for someone to open the door. Finally, my dad did. I ran out, heart pounding, and when I looked back into the room, the thing was gone. My brother was sitting on the floor, holding his leg and sobbing. My dad checked him and found a deep gash along the side of his leg. I told my dad everything. He didn't believe me. He thought I was making it up and even smacked the back of my head for lying. My brother didn't say much,

but I could swear he gave me that same eerie smile again. Or maybe my mind just filled in the Blanks. Everyone told me it was just a nightmare. But years later, my brother still has the scar on his leg. Right where I remember he got hurt. Now here's something that happened just this past December. I had just gotten home from a late-night shift. I worked the graveyard schedule, for p.m. to 2 a.m., so I was exhausted. By the time I was getting ready for bed, it was about 3.30 a.m. I was closing my curtains when something outside caught my attention. Something moving on all fours. At first, I figured it was just an animal, maybe a deer. But when it moved under the streetlight, I got a better look. It wasn't an animal. It was

humanoid. Pale, hairless, thin. It moved awkwardly, like it didn't fully know how to crawl. Its limbs were all bent wrong. And then it picked up speed and disappeared. I was tired, so I convinced myself it was just some crackhead or a homeless guy. Maybe someone high, pretending to be a dog. I double-checked that all the doors and windows were locked, then climbed into bed. Two hours later, I was jolted awake by a loud bang. Something slammed into the outside wall of my room.

I shot up and looked out the window. and there it was. Face to face with me, on the other side of the glass, was the silhouette. Twisted, shadowy, wrong. There's no ledge or anything outside my window. Nothing for a person to stand on. But it was just, there. Hovering.

Its face, if you can call it that, was all shadows, but I could make out the outline. Then it slammed its hand against the window. A hand that was way too big, with long, spindly fingers. I fell backward, grabbed the knife I keep on my nightstand, and when I turned back to the window, it was gone. I ran outside, did a lap around the house, nothing. Not even a footprint. I didn't sleep for the rest of the night.

To this day, I have no clue what any of these creatures or entities were. But I've decided to share my stories with people who might believe. People like you, reading this now. And if you've got your own story, don't be afraid to tell it. Because sometimes, when we speak the truth about the things that scare us, we take away a little bit of their power. Stay safe out there. And remember, there's always a reason to be afraid. The end.