Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Four Creepy Fresno Stories Break-In, Stranger Danger, Stalker Neighbor, Unknown Calls PART1 #14

Episode Date: October 19, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #fresnostories #creepyencounters #strangerdanger #stalkerhorror #truefear   Part 1 of Four Creepy Fresno Stories shares real-inspired accounts of fear in everyday life. From unsettling break-ins to suspicious neighbors, stranger encounters, and mysterious phone calls, these stories reveal how ordinary people can experience extraordinary terror. The series highlights the tension and unease lurking behind familiar places in Fresno.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, fresnostories, creepyencounters, strangerdanger, stalkerhorror, truefear, chillingencounters, unsettlingneighborhood, nightmarefuel, urbanhorror, breakinhorror, realfearstories, unknowncalls, darkencounters, fearinthecity

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Almost like the universe decided to dump all the scary, uncomfortable stuff into one chapter of my life. But before I start rattling off each incident, I think it makes sense to set the stage. Let me tell you a little about me, my family, and the area where all this stuff went down. Trust me, those details matter later. My name's Adrian. I'm Hispanic, and at the time of these stories, I was a teenager, stuck right in that messy, awkward in-between space where you're not a kid anymore, but not really grown either. I grew up in Fresno, California, though I wasn't born here.

My story starts in San Francisco, where I lived until I was two. Then, my parents decided to move down to Fresno, partly because it was more affordable, and partly because my mom was pregnant with my younger brother, and they wanted more space. San Francisco is this beautiful, expensive, cosmopolitan place. You've seen the pictures, the Golden Gate Bridge, the colorful row houses, the cable cars clanging up steep streets. Fresno, though, whole different planet. To be brutally honest, Fresno isn't exactly the dream city people imagine when they think of

California. The Bay Area gets beaches, bridges, and Silicon Valley money. Los Angeles gets Hollywood and palm trees. Fresno, on the other hand, is like this weird in-between pocket in Central California that people forget about, unless it's on the news for something bad. To put it bluntly, it's rough. And yeah, maybe people from Fresno get tired of hearing it described that way, but it's the truth I grew up with. It's ghetto in a lot of areas, gang infested, with graffiti splattered across half the buildings, gated yards that feel more like mini fortresses than homes, and plenty of run-down, busted up places that look abandoned even when they're not. There are always sketchy stories on the local news about robberies, shootings, or somebody

getting stabbed. If I had to compare it to anywhere, I'd say it feels like a mini Compton dropped in the middle of California. Luckily, my family lived away from the worst of it. We had a place in a cul-de-sac at the very edge of the city, right by the highway. Our neighborhood wasn't fancy, but it was a lot quieter than the chaotic parts closer to downtown. We didn't really deal with much drama, or at least I thought we wouldn't. Turns out, even the quiet edges of a city like Fresno can get hit with creepy, unpredictable stuff. I learned that the hard way. The first incident happened in December of 2014. It was a Friday night, right before Christmas break, and I was doing what any normal teen would have been doing back then, sitting in my room, glued to my Xbox 360.

I was playing GTA 5, completely zoned into the game, headset on, controller in my hands, living my best virtual criminal life. My little brother was in his room behind me, doing his own thing. My mom was in the living room watching TV. And then there was our Husky puppy, Callaman. He wasn't full grown yet, but he already had the energy and bark of a dog twice his size. He was our self-appointed guard dog, even though sometimes he overreacted to dumb stuff like shadows or squirrels. We didn't know it yet, but Callaman was about to save us from something we didn't even realize was happening. I was deep into my game when Calaman started barking like crazy outside. Now, this wasn't just one or two barks. This was non-stop, feral-sounding

barking, like he had completely lost it. At first, I brushed it off. I figured he was was just going wild because he saw a raccoon or a possum along the fence, stuff that wasn't unusual for the area. But after a while, the barking didn't stop. It went on for minutes straight. Finally, I got irritated, paused my game, and yelled out the window for him to calm down and go to sleep. But that's when I noticed something that made me stop in my tracks. The sound of rattling and shaking at the backyard gate. My heart sank. It wasn't just the dog being dramatic. something was actually happening. I tried to shake off the paranoia and went back to my game, but the sound of the gate being messed with kept echoing in my head. Before I could even make sense

of it, my mom opened the door to my room. Her face looked pale, her eyes wide, like she had just seen something she couldn't explain. She was breathing a little heavy, and I immediately knew this wasn't just my imagination running wild. Something was seriously wrong. I asked her what was going on, and she told me she'd seen someone sprint across our front yard, heading toward the backyard gate. My stomach dropped so fast it felt like I swallowed it. The thing that really got me was when I asked her how she'd even seen the person, since all our blinds were closed. She explained that she always keeps the bottom part of the blinds cracked open, just enough to see if anyone's outside. That little habit of hers ended up being the only reason we even realized someone was out

there. She immediately went into full protective mom. There's so much rugby on sports extra from Sky. They've asked me to read the whole lad at the same speed I usually use for the legal bit at the end. Here goes. This winter sports extra is jampacked with rugby. For the first time we've met every Champions Cup match exclusively live, bus action from the URC,

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Mode. She told me and my brother to get out of our rooms, since they were closest to the backyard gate, and go hide in her bedroom down the hall. She armed herself with my dad's machete, my aluminum baseball bat, and her antique obsidian knife from Mexico. She made sure all the doors in the house were locked, then shut off all the lights to make it seem like no one was awake. Meanwhile, my brother and I huddled in her room.

terrified and clutching whatever we could use as weapons. I remember sitting there, baseball bat in hand, whispering prayers in Spanish under my breath, begging God not to let me die young. We could still hear Callaman barking outside. Then suddenly, silence. My chest tightened. I didn't know if he had just stopped on his own or if something worse had happened to him. That silence was honestly scarier than the barking. Eventually, exhaustion won, and I fell asleep. with the bat still clutched in my hands. When morning came, Calaman was still alive, tail wagging, like nothing had happened. But my mom's face was grim. She looked shaken, the same way she had the night before. Not long after, she got a call from our neighbor Tyvon, who lived two houses up the

cul-de-sac. Her house had been broken into during the night. The robber had busted open her garage door, gotten inside, and stolen her husband's computer and a bunch of cash. My stomach twisted when I heard that. Whoever had been creeping around our house had gone down the street and attacked someone else's. The thought that the intruder had been so close, literally right by our gate, was enough to keep me on edge for weeks. From then on, my mom made sure each of us had some kind of weapon in our rooms, just in case. That was just the beginning. The second incident happened a few months later, in early 2015. This time, it was at night again, a little before 10 p.m. I was done with gaming for the day and had come out to watch TV with my mom.

Everything was chill until the doorbell rang. At first I didn't think much of it, but then I realized it couldn't be my dad. He was a truck driver and didn't usually get home around that time on weekends. Plus, my dad had this unique way of ringing the bell, a little rhythm we all recognized. This wasn't him. My mom went to the door while I stayed on the sofa. She called out, Hello? Is anyone there? In her calm, polite voice. What we heard in response, froze me.

A shaky, raspy voice said, it's me. I'm your neighbor. I need something. Can you let me in? Instant chills. For one, we knew all our neighbors pretty well. This voice, totally unfamiliar. I peeked through the blinds and saw a filthy-looking man, probably in his early 50s. He had dark bags under his eyes. scruffy clothes and this twitchy way of moving like he was buzzing with nervous energy. He looked strung out, math, crack, something, definitely not a neighbor. My mom asked, sharp as ever, what neighbor? The guy didn't answer, just stood there, swaying slightly. That silence told us everything.

He wasn't one of ours. He wasn't safe. My mom never won to play games with shady people, snapped, get away from my house or I'll call the cops right now. You have no business here. Go away. That seemed to set him off. He grabbed the doorknob and started jiggling it, trying to force his way inside. Thankfully, he was weak or maybe just too out of it because the lock held. After a few 10 seconds, he gave up and stumbled off, his footsteps fading into the night. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might explode. That night stuck with me,

because it showed just how unpredictable Fresno could be. It wasn't just gangs or robberies in the news. It could be some random, desperate stranger showing up at your door, trying to trick his way inside. My mom handled it like a pro, but I was rattled. And the craziest part, this was only the second incident. The other two, just as unsettling, if not worse. To be continued.