Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Dark Orders in the Exclusion Zone Secrets, Sacrifice, and Shadows After Chernobyl PART2 #9

Episode Date: September 19, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales  #chernobylsecrets #exclusionzonehorror #darkorders #postapocalypticterror #shadowsofchernobyl  Part 2 dives deeper into the dark secrets of the Chernobyl Exclusion Zone, where whispers of sacrifice and shadowy orders continue to haunt the abandoned land. The narrator uncovers more chilling encounters that blend radiation’s deadly legacy with supernatural horrors. This installment amplifies the eerie atmosphere and the sense of a cursed wasteland.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, part2chernobyl, exclusionzonehorror, darkorders, postapocalyptic, radiationshadows, hauntedwasteland, supernaturalterror, chillingencounters, survivalstory, secretsrevealed, nightmareunfolds, eerieatmosphere, forbiddenplaces, cursedland

Will we need protection from the radiation? I asked, almost hoping the answer would be yes. At least that way I could blame any future headaches or strange dreams on the gear instead of my conscience. Captain Semenov didn't even blink. No. We are far enough away from the power plant that exposure will be minimal. Nothing to worry about. Minimal. I hated that word.

It always felt like code four, you'll probably be fine, but it is. if you grow an extra arm in a few years, don't come crying to me, right, I said, nodding like that somehow made me feel better. So, easy job, then, it will be easy, Seamanov said matter-of-factly. He had that KGB calm, that unnerving confidence in everything he said. Simple, quick, efficient, how many targets? I asked, though I wasn't sure I wanted the answer. According to our satellites, 7 to 10, he said. No less, 7 to 10. That was the kind of vague range that made me uneasy. Seven people. Sure. Ten. That's more than a few stragglers. That's a group. And a group meant coordination. If this mission is successfully completed, he continued, I will personally see to

reinstating you as Sergeant Major. Under my command, that part almost made me laugh. A carrot on a stick. They always had one. A promotion, a badge, a little prestige to make you forget what you were actually doing. I looked him dead in the eye. Comrade, I'll do what must be done. Seaminov smiled faintly. Good. I knew I could count on you. He turned, walking toward an old weapons locker that sat in the corner of the room like it had been there since the days of Stalin. I have something to show you, I followed, my boots clacking against the uneven concrete floor. I believe this was your weapon of choice, he said, opening the case with an almost ceremonial touch. Inside was a Dragonov sniper rifle.

Sleak. Familiar. I couldn't help but grin. Yes, this rifle served me well in Afghanistan. I reached for it, feeling the weight, the balance. It wasn't just a gun. It was like shaking hands with an old friend you hadn't seen in years. It will do so again. Good, Semenov said. Private, meet us outside. I nodded, slinging the rifle over my shoulder. As I walked out, I heard Semenov's voice behind me. So, what do you think? If everything I've heard about him is true, Ivan, the other officer, replied, I think we're in good shape.

And Ivan, Simanov added, Do not forget about the earlier conversation. Yes, Ivan said after a pause. Very well. I'll meet you outside. The air outside felt heavier than before, like even the forest knew what we were about to do. Seaminov joined us a moment later,

his presence as commanding as ever. Remember, comrades, no prisoners. No survivors. Understood, I said. I will take note of our positions once. the targets have been eliminated, Semenov continued. He spoke like a man reciting a grocery list. We started moving, boots crunching over dry leaves and soft earth. Lieutenant, Ivan whispered after a while. We are not alone out here. Seaminoff didn't even flinch. Oh, expletive. That is why

we are out here, I frowned. What does that mean? He didn't answer immediately. Lieutenant, what is it? Ivan asked again. Don't let your guard down, Semenov said simply. Great. That's exactly what I needed. Cryptic warnings in a radioactive forest. We kept walking, the forest eerily quiet except for the occasional crow. After a few minutes, Ivan crouched, motioning us to stop. Comrade Semenov, come look at this. We gathered around him. He was studying the ground intently. tracks, he said, pointing to a set of impressions in the dirt. They're moving like military formation.

My stomach dropped. Is it possible there are outside forces helping them? I asked. Possible, Ivan said grimly. I turned to Semenov. And how do we not know this is the Americans? You said no outsiders. Seaminoff gave me that same unnerving, cold stare.

Let me assure you of one thing. comrade. If the Americans were here in any capacity, we would know about it. So who do these tracks belong to? I asked. Whoever they are, Semenov said, they are either trespassing on Soviet soil or defying the orders of the state. And that means what? It means it will not be a problem. We walked another 20 minutes before Semenov suddenly raised his hand, signaling us to stop. Private, he called, his voice sharper now. Come. Come out from behind the tree. I will not tell you again, I froze.

He wasn't talking to me. Then I saw movement. A woman stepped out from behind a birch tree, hands raised, her face pale and streaked with dirt. Please, don't shoot. I'm looking for my children. Her voice cracked, trembling. The men in masks told me they would be in these woods. Please, don't shoot.

Seaminoff's hand didn't lower from his wood. weapon. Who else is with you, he demanded. No one, she said quickly. Stop, Seamanov barked. The gunshot came so fast it barely registered. She crumpled, a crimson bloom spreading across her chest, eyes wide in frozen shock. Silence. Ivan let out a low whistle. See, you haven't lost your touch, I stared at the body. She said she was just looking for her children, Semenov didn't even glance at me. They will join her soon. Ivan shifted uncomfortably. I cannot question a dead woman, Ivan, but you heard her. She was looking for her children. And there may have been others assisting her. Seamanov turned to him sharply.

Do you have a problem with me executing a detractor? The question hung in the air like a blade. Ivan said nothing. Neither did I. Because out here, silence was the only safe. answer. To be continued.