Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Halloween Nightmares Witchcraft, Stalkers, Haunted Houses, and Paranormal Encounters PART1 #65

Episode Date: September 26, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #witchcrafthorrors #stalkingstories #hauntedhouses #paranormalencounters #halloweenterror  "Halloween Nightmares: Witchcraft, Stalkers, Haunted Houses, and Paranormal Encounters – PART 1" opens a terrifying collection of true stories centered around the spookiest night of the year. From sinister witchcraft rituals to stalkers lurking in the shadows, haunted homes hiding dark secrets, and eerie paranormal activities, survivors share harrowing encounters that make Halloween nights truly unforgettable—and horrifying.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, witchcrafttales, stalkingencounters, hauntedhousehorrors, paranormalstories, halloweenhorrors, darkrituals, supernaturalevents, eerieencounters, spookytrueevents, nightterrors, chillingstories, ghostlytales, sinisterevents, hauntingmemories

Hey everyone, Rusty here again. If you've been hanging around this channel for a while, you might remember that spooky story I shared last Halloween, the one about the night my friends and I barely made it out of the La Casa del Mustang alive. Yeah, that one. Well, I'm back with another bone-chilling tale, and ironically, this one also happened on Halloween, just a few days after I submitted that last story. Like the previous event, this one also takes place in Puerto Rico, in the Texas.

towns of San Sebastian and ELZ. At the time, my girlfriend, now wife, and I were basically joined at the hip. We were that annoyingly cute couple that did everything together, dating, adventuring, partying, and binge-watching every horror flick we could find during spooky season. Let's call her Aria, just for the sake of this story. Arya and I had been together for about five years by then. She's a real witch, no, seriously, she practices witchcraft. But not the evil, wart-nosed, broom-riding kind. She's more of a natural witch, someone who uses her craft to bring good vibes and healing into people's lives. She's also big on herbal remedies and natural healing, and honestly, she's probably one of the

kindest people you'd ever meet. A friendly witch, if that makes sense. Over time, she taught me a lot about her beliefs, her culture, and how she uses her gifts. She's got the this weirdly accurate sensitivity to energy, especially the dark kind. I always joke that she's like a medium in training or something, but that's another story for another time. So Halloween rolls around. It's our favorite holiday, obviously. We usually go all in, costumes, haunted houses, scary movie marathons, you name it. But last year, we decided to shake things up with a little getaway. We rented an Airbnb for a couple of days near San Sebastian. Halloween fell on a Tuesday, so things were pretty quiet, but we didn't care.

We just wanted to explore the area and enjoy each other's company. That night, after doing a bit of wandering and snapping some spooky selfies, we drove back to our Airbnb to clean up and get ready for dinner. During the drive, we were playing horror trivia, listening to scary YouTube channels like Uncle Unit and just having fun. That's when we passed Salto de Cazzo, this beautiful waterfall that's a bit of a local landmark. As we crossed the bridge near the falls, I saw three cars parked by the roadside. One of them caught my attention, a blue 1990s Chevy Lumina. I recognized it because my grandpa used to drive the exact same model. Out of curiosity, I pulled over. I needed to pee anyway, so I stepped out while

Arya stretched her legs. That's when things got weird. As I finished up, I noticed a group of five people near the waterfall. They were standing in a circle, holding hands, and humming this low, eerie melody around what looked like a bonfire. There were three women, probably in their 30s, an older man, maybe in his 40s, and a teenage boy who couldn't have been older than 18. Arja suddenly went pale. Her whole vibe shifted. She could clutched my arm and whispered, we need to leave. Now, I turned to her, confused, but then one of the women in the circle made I contact with me. Her face twisted into something, not human. It was all wrong. Then the others turned and stared at us, their eyes boring into us like drills.

It felt like the air itself was pressing down on us, heavy and electric. The man, who seemed to be the leader, raised his arm and beckoned us to come closer. I was frozen. I couldn't move. And then, whack, Arya slapped me and yelled, get in the damn car. We are leaving. That snapped me out of it real quick. I jumped into the car and floored it. As we sped away, I looked back. All five of them were glaring at us with pure rage, like we just insulted their ancestors or something. Then we heard it. A scream. No, a shriek. Something angry. Something inhuman. We didn't say a word until we were halfway back to the Airbnb. Finally, Arya broke the silence. That was a black magic ritual, she said. They were trying to summon something. And we interrupted

it. I had chills. Literal goosebumps. After calming down a bit, we decided to grab some food in ELZ to shake it off. We ate, walked around the plaza a bit, trying to distract ourselves. And that's when it happened again. We saw it. The same blue Chevy Lumina. It was slowly circling the plaza like a shark. It was them.

No doubt in my mind. They had followed us. My stomach turned. Arya clutched my arm and I could see panic rising in her eyes. Feeling bold, maybe stupid, I decided to approach the car. There were plenty of people around, so I figured I'd be safe. But just as I was getting close, the car peeled off and disappeared down a side street. We rushed back to the Airbnb. But the weirdness wasn't done with us yet. The parking for the Airbnb was across the street, so I pulled in and parked.

I opened my door and was about to cross when Arya grabbed me and yanked me back. The blue lumina came flying down the street. It missed me by inches. If she hadn't pulled me back, I would have been roadkill. I let loose a string of curse words and scrambled back into the car. Arya lit some sage and began chanting softly, trying to cleanse us of whatever the hell we had attracted. Once the ritual was done, we cautiously wanted.

walked into the Airbnb. We ended the night curled up on the couch, watching Scooby-Doo on Zombie Island. Classic comfort horror. I didn't sleep, though. Not a wink. I kept expecting them to return. The next morning, on our way home, we passed the waterfall again. I don't know what possessed me, but I pulled over. I had to know. We hiked down to where the ritual had been. The fire was out, but the remnants were still there. A dead chicken lay in the ashes. A bit further away, a black cat, lifeless and stiff. Near the creek, another chicken, torn open.

I felt sick. Arya turned away, visibly shaken. This is why you don't adopt black cats in October, she muttered. Too many are taken for rituals. We never went back there again. To anyone listening, if you're ever hiking or driving through a secluded area and you see a group of people doing something that looks off, don't stop. Don't engage. Just leave.

There are things out there we're not supposed to understand. Big thanks to Uncle Unit for having me back on the channel. And thank you all for listening to my story. Stay safe. Have a spooky, but safe, Halloween. But wait, there's more. See, that wasn't the only creepy thing that happened last Halloween. There's this haunted house in my small town on the Delmarva Peninsula.

Technically it's Virginia, but folks always think it's Maryland. Weird state lines. Before the pandemic, we had this killer Halloween attraction, like a full-on haunted house run by three close friends of mine. They'd start planning it in June and have it all set up by October. It was a month-long deal, super popular since there's not much else to do around here, especially for teens. Trick or treating has an age limit, so once you hit 13, you're basically out. That haunted house became the go-to. It wasn't extreme like McCamey Manor, but it had enough bite to give you chills. Think PG-13 scares done well. One night, back in August while celebrating

the birthday of my son's godfather, I met someone who'd soon become my companion in a very weird Halloween night. We were at a local pub, just me, the birthday guy, and his brother, chatting up bartenders and enjoying the quiet midweek night. That's where I met Dahlia. She gave me permission to include her name. Dahlia was what I call a unicorn around here, drop-dead gorgeous, total goth queen, and in a super-conservative town, that made her stand out big time. She looked like she stepped out of a 69-Eyes music video. Think Liz vicious, but taller, with this epic tattoo sleeve from her collarbone to her wrist. Even better.

She approached me first. I had on this ghost-faced tie-dye shirt I'd made, I'd do that as a side hustle. It was pretty eye-catching, even if you're not into horror. That shirt kicked off a conversation that went on all night. Turns out, it was only her second shift bartending there. She had just moved from upstate New York after a rough breakup and was trying to start fresh. People didn't really vibe with her look, but she was all heart, funny, sweet, smart, and, plot twist, a total nerd.

A week later, I found myself stopping by that bar just to grab lunch and say hi to her. And that, my friends, was the beginning of the second weirdest Halloween of my life. To be continued.