Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Four Disturbing Encounters with Stalkers and Predators That Could Have Ended Worse PART1 #78

Episode Date: October 27, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #stalkerencounters #predatorhorror #truehorrorstories #dangerousencounters #nightterrors  Part 1 recounts four chilling true encounters with stalkers and predators that could have ended much worse. Ordinary moments quickly spiral into terrifying situations, testing the courage and quick thinking of the victims. These real-life horror stories highlight fear, survival instincts, and the psychological trauma that follows such close calls with danger.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, stalkerencounters, predatorhorror, nearfatalencounters, dangeroussituations, survivalhorrorstories, chillingencounters, realhorrorstories, suspenseandterror, fearinthedark, lifeordeathmoments, frighteningencounters, truecrimehorror, survivalagainstodds, terrifyingmoments

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 jam-packed with rugby. For the first time we've got every Champions Cup match exclusively live, plus action from the URC, the Challenge Cup, and much more. Thus the URC and all the best European rugby all in the same place.

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And it doesn't have to define you. You don't have to carry it alone. I know a safe place where you can tell your story, and you'll be believed. Call the Dublin Rape Crisis Centre National Helpline on 1-800-77-8888. Whenever you're ready to talk, they'll be ready to listen.

Number four. Back in 2003, I was in my final year of college. Senior year. At that time, I thought I was on top of the world, young, confident, thinking I had it all figured out, but also still incredibly naive in a lot of ways. I had the chance to do something exciting that year. My family asked me to help out with our booth at a major international trade show in Chicago.

If you've never been to a trade show, let me explain a little. They're like giant marketplaces where companies, set up flashy booths to showcase what they sell. For my family's business, that meant industrial equipment, the kind of stuff you don't even think about but is crucial to keeping factories and businesses running, conveyor belts, machines that fold boxes, robotic arms, and all those behind-the-scenes tools that keep supply chains moving. Not glamorous, but necessary. The trade show we attended was massive. We're talking tens of thousands of attendees from all over the world. People flew in from Europe, Asia, the Middle East, South America, basically everywhere.

All of them potential customers, potential leads. That's what trade shows are about, leads. You strike up conversations, exchange cards, maybe show off a demo, and hopefully those conversations later turn into actual sales. Now, if you've ever worked one of these shows, you'll know the vibe is different from regular life. You're on the whole time. You've got to smile even when your feet are screaming from standing for 10 hours. You've got to be bubbly and engaging even when you'd rather crawl under the table and nap. The secret is to keep drawing people in, because each passerby could be the one to place an order that pays for the whole trip. So that's what I was doing. I was 19, a little nervous but also excited. I was putting on my

brightest, friendliest face and talking to anyone who paused at our booth. Usually, the conversations were straightforward. What industry are you in? Oh, pharmaceuticals, that's interesting. Here's how our machines could help you. That kind of thing. But then there was this guy. It was the second day of the show. My dad and the other sales reps from our company had stepped out to grab lunch, so I was manning the booth solo for a bit. That's when he showed up, a very short man, somewhere in his mid-60s. He wasn't unattractive, not exactly, but there was something, off. Something I couldn't put my finger on. I did what I always did, smiled, greeted him, asked what field he worked in. He said pharmaceuticals. Great, I thought, that's a big industry with

plenty of money. I scanned his badge, like we always do, so we'd have his contact info for follow-ups later. But then he didn't leave. Normally, once you scan someone's badge and give them a quick pitch, they wander off to the next booth. Not this guy. Instead, he started laying it on thick with the compliments. At first, I tried to brush them off politely. Oh, thank you, I'd say, then steer the conversation back to equipment. But he kept going. He looked me up and down, grinned, and said things that had nothing to do with business. Stuff like, you'd make a wonderful wife. Now, keep in mind, I was 19. 19 and at my first big show. I didn't quite know where my boundaries were yet. I wanted to be polite, professional, not scare away what I thought was a potential customer.

So I smiled nervously, laughed it off, and kept trying to redirect the talk back to products. It didn't work. This guy had zero interest in conveyors or robotic arms. What he wanted was, me. He kept lingering, making comments, talking about how successful and wealthy he was, dropping hints that I'd be taken care of if I were with him. The whole thing went on for about 15 minutes. 15 minutes of trying to dodge his advances while also trying to be polite in case, somehow, he was a legitimate customer.

Eventually, more people came up to the booth, and that gave him an excuse to leave. He picked up one of my dad's business cards before he went. I thought, okay, that's over. Weird, but over. I even laughed about it later with one of the guys working across the aisle, and my dad, too. We all joked about my Jordanian husband because, yeah, the guy had told me he was from Jordan. But that night, the joke stopped being funny. There's so much rugby on Sports Exter 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 got every Champions Cup match exclusively live, plus action from the URC,

the Challenge Cup, and much more. Thus the U.S.C. and all the best European rugby all in the same place. Get more exclusively live tournaments than ever before on Sports Extra. Jampacked with rugby. Phew, that is a lot of rugby. Get Sports Extra on Sky for 15 euro a month for 12 months. Search Sports Extra. New Sports Extra customers only.

Standard Pressing applies after 12 months, further terms apply. You didn't deserve what happened. And it doesn't have to define you. You don't have to carry it alone. I know a safe place where you can tell your story and you'll be believed. Call the Dublin Rape Crisis Centre National Helpline on 1-800.

7-7-88-88. Whenever you're ready to talk, they'll be ready to listen. On the many days of Christmas, the Guinness Storehouse brings to thee, a visit filled with festivity. Experience a story of Ireland's most iconic beer in a stunning Christmas setting at the Guinness Storehouse. Enjoy seven floors of interactive exhibitions and finish your visit with breathtaking views of Dublin City from the home of Guinness. Live entertainment, great memories and the gravity bar. My goodness, it's crazy. at the Guinness Storehouse. Book now at ginnestorehouse.com. Get the fax. Be drinkaware. Visit drinkaware.awe.e. We were back at the hotel after dinner when my dad's cell phone rang. Oddly enough, the call was for me. My so-called Prince Charming had somehow tracked me down.

He had apparently called every hotel associated with the trade show until he found ours. And then, this is the creepy part. He was actually waiting outside our hotel. in a limo. On the phone, he told me he wanted to take me to dinner. He wanted to, talk about taking me back to Jordan with him. Not in a casual way, either. He was dead serious about me becoming his wife. I panicked a little. My 19-year-old brain was still in people-pleaser mode. I didn't want to upset a potential customer, so I tried to decline nicely. I told him I already had dinner plans, which wasn't even true. He said, fine, tomorrow then. We went back and forth, him insisting, me trying to politely say no, until I finally had to put my foot down and tell

him flat out that it wasn't appropriate. I said I had vendor dinners all week, which was also a lie, but whatever. I hung up. He didn't stop calling. My dad ignored a few more missed calls that night. At dinner, the guys teased me mercilessly about my Jordanian husband. At that point, it was still a half-joke. But the next day, it wasn't funny anymore. The man actually showed up at our booth again. This time he wasn't alone, he came with an entourage. And he wasn't just flirting now.

He straight up tried to negotiate a marriage contract with my dad. I kid you not. right there, in the middle of a trade show full of people, he was trying to convince my father to agree to marry me off to him. I don't know exactly what my dad said, I was too stunned, too horrified, but whatever it was, it worked enough to get the man to finally leave. Needless to say, we didn't sell him any equipment. Even years later, I still get nervous sometimes about seeing him at other shows. That experience stuck with me. Number 3.

Now let me tell you about another story, totally different but just as unnerving. This one happened a few years later when I was working in retail. I should mention something up front, I have a very unique name. Like, extremely unique. The kind of name that if you type it into Facebook, only two people pop up, and I'm one of them. That becomes important later. At the time, I was working the graveyard shift at a 24-hour convenience store. Anyone who's worked that kind of job knows it attracts all kinds of people.

Drunks, night owls, people fresh off work, people who look like they've been up for three days straight. You get used to it. But one night, there was this one guy who unsettled me in a way I still can't shake. It was around 3 a.m. The store was empty, and I was alone. because my coworker had called out at the last minute. That meant it was just me, stocking shelves, unpacking a delivery, and manning the register. That's when he walked in. He was a short, stocky man, black, probably in his late 20s or early 30s. At first, I did what I always did, looked up, smiled,

and greeted him. Hey, how's it going? Need help finding anything? He grinned, but not in a friendly way. His eyes moved over me slowly, up and down, lingering in a way that made my skin crawl. His brown eyes darkened, not with anger, but with something else. Lust He asked if we sold condoms. I nodded and pointed him to the health and beauty aisle. I tried to go back to what I was doing, but I was already on edge.

He browsed for a bit. then came up to the register with a box of magnums and some of those sketchy herbal supplement pills. When I rang him up, he tried small talk. So how's your night going? I told him the truth, fine. Just working, ready to go home. But his eyes kept drifting, not to my face, but down to my chest, where my name tag was pinned. He asked how to pronounce my name, said it was nice, then smiled in a way. that made me wish I hadn't answered at all. I tried to stay professional.

Thank you. Do you need... 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 jam-packed with rugby. For the first time we've got every Champions Cup match exclusively live,

plus action from the URC, the Challenge Cup, and much more. That's the U.S. and all the best European rugby all in the same place. Get more exclusively live tournaments than ever before on Sports Extra. Jampack with rugby. Phew, that is a lot of rugby. Get Sports Extra on Sky for 15 euro a month for 12 months. Search Sports Extra. New Sports Extra customers only.

Stand up pressing applies after 12 months for the terms apply. On the many days of Christmas, the Guinness Storehouse brings to thee. A visit filled with festivity. Experience a story of Ireland's most iconic beer in a stunning Christmas setting at the Guinness Storehouse. Enjoy seven floors of interactive exhibitions and finish your visit with breathtaking views of Dublin City from the home of Guinness. Live entertainment, great memories and the gravity bar. goodness is Christmas at the Guinness Storehouse. Book now at ginnestorehouse.com. Get the facts, be drinkaware, visit drinkaware.aweer. Anything else? That's when he said it. Not unless I can have you.

I forced a smile, ignored the comment, and told him his total. He swiped his card, but he wasn't done. Do you have a boyfriend? He asked. Yes, I said truthfully. He must be a lucky man, he replied. I wish I was in his shoes. I bagged his items, gave him the receipt, and told him to have a good night. That should have been the end of it. But as he was leaving, he paused and asked, are you working alone? I lied.

No, my co-workers downstairs doing paperwork. He smirked. No, he isn't. I've been watching you since midnight. You've been alone the whole time. That's when my stomach dropped. I frowned and told him, that's not creepy at all. You need to leave.

He laughed like it was all a joke. Thankfully, just then, a group of drunken guys stumbled into the store, and that seemed to scare him off. He left without another word. But it didn't end there. Later that night, I checked my Facebook, and there it was, a friend request from him. Remember how I said my name is unique. He had found me. Out of everyone on Facebook, he tracked me down.

I blocked and deleted the request immediately, but the damage was done. He knew my name. The next morning, on my way to the subway, I saw a wanted poster on the wall of the booth. My blood ran cold. The face staring back at me was his. He was wanted for sexual assault and battery. I told my manager, who called the police and gave them the tip. I don't know if they ever caught him.

I hope so. But even now, years later, I still don't feel comfortable wearing a name tag. To be continued.