Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Halloween Nightmares Witchcraft, Stalkers, Haunted Houses, and Paranormal Encounters PART3 #67

Episode Date: September 26, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #witchcrafthorrors #stalkingstories #hauntedhouses #paranormalencounters #halloweenhorror  "Halloween Nightmares: Witchcraft, Stalkers, Haunted Houses, and Paranormal Encounters – PART 3" continues the chilling saga with even more spine-tingling true stories. Survivors share encounters with malevolent witchcraft, stalking horrors, sinister haunted houses, and paranormal phenomena that escalate the terror of Halloween night. These accounts prove that some nightmares are real—and they lurk just beyond the shadows.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, witchcrafttales, stalkingencounters, hauntedhousehorrors, paranormalstories, halloweenhorrors, darkrituals, eerieencounters, spookytrueevents, nightterrors, chillingstories, ghostlytales, sinisterevents, hauntingmemories, supernaturalterror

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 jam-packed with rugby. For the first time, we've been 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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movie moment. I swear, none of this is made up. It all started with a date. Harmless, right? Just me and Dahlia, trying to enjoy a night out. But of course, life had other plans. We were hanging out in the parking lot, laughed. talking, the usual stuff, when out of nowhere, this dude comes out of the shadows.

Green hoodie, knife in hand, and eyes wild like some strung-out psycho straight out of a slasher flick. The guy lunges at me, and I barely have time to dodge. His knife, sharp as hell, slices right into my pants, a solid two-inch slash. I'm too busy trying not to get stabbed to really process it. Dahlia's screaming, and it's just pure chaos. Then, through all the noise, I hear the unmistakable sound of a chainsaw revving up. I look up. And there's Bobby, my buddy, dressed full-on like leatherface.

He's charging with the chainsaw over his head like he's auditioning for a reboot. Green hoodie freaks the hell out, drops his knife, and takes off running. But Karma's a swift beast, man. In his panic, he trips over the curb and faceplants on the pavement with a sickening thwax. Like meat slapping the sidewalk. We all freeze. The dude's just lying there. Bobby cautiously goes over and checks if he's breathing.

He is, barely. Kids out cold. Bobby rolls him over, and the second his back hits the ground, the guy jolts awake and just starts wailing in pain. I guess face-planting at full sprint will do that to a person. Come strolling out of the building right around then, locking up for the night, and gets hit with this absurd scene. Dahlia throws open the car door and yells, he's got a knife.

He slashed G.T.'s pants and flattened the tires. Bobby, finally realizing this is beyond cosplay hijinks, calls the cops. An ambulance shows up too. They load hoodie guy onto a gurney, cuff his hand to the rail, and start checking him over. Turns out he was packing more than one weapon, had a box cutter in his pocket, and they found the butterfly knife just a few feet from the scene. The cops bagged and tagged everything, did their thing, and finally, one officer came over to chat with us.

He said they'd be charging hoodie with vandalism, attempted assault with a deadly weapon, concealment, and even sexual assault because apparently, he grabbed Dahlia earlier in the night. Seriously, what the hell? By the time all this was over, it was nearly 2.30 in the morning. Pete, noticing my tires were toast, asked Bobby to give us a ride home. Bobby was cool with it, and we all piled into his car. Now here's where it gets weird, in a good way. I figured that was the end of things with Dahlia.

I mean, who wants a second date after almost getting stabbed, right? But she surprised me. me the next day just to check in. Said we should have a do-over. We've been together ever since. And I gotta be honest, I think she's the one. We're planning a trip to Massachusetts for this three-day horror convention thrown by Ice Nine Kills, Total Horror Nerd Heaven. I'm thinking about proposing to her there. Wish me luck. As for the hoodie-wearing lunatic, turns out he was only Charged as a minor. His parents were super apologetic, his mom barely spoke English but kept saying he fell in with

a bad crowd. Classic. His lawyer actually tried to blame us for his injuries, wanted to press charges against Bobby and Pete for the broken ribs he got from falling. Judge laughed that one off fast. Said the kid should count himself lucky it didn't end worse. I hope he learns from it. But honestly, if he keeps rolling with that bad crowd, he's going to end up on the wrong side of a headline sooner rather than later.

Anyway, in the spirit of Halloween, and even though I'm not really a fan, I figured I'd share another creepy story. Something that happened to me when I was five or six. Some memories are foggy, but this one stuck. It was Halloween night. My mom, sister, aunt, cousins, and I went out trick-or-treating. We ended up driving to this ridiculously decorated house. It looked awesome, but to my kid brain, it was terrifying. My mom was all excited, she's a huge horror fan, and couldn't wait to check it out.

Me? I started crying. I wanted nothing to do with it. 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 jam-packed with rugby. For the first time we've got every champion's show.

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It was quiet, dark, eerie. Then, suddenly, a man appeared next to the car. He was tall, silent, wearing a mask. Pale white face, emotionless, with black holes for eyes. I didn't know who Michael Myers was back then, but wow, what an intro. He raised a hand and tapped the window. My cousin yanked me to the floor and tried to see. stay calm. The masked figure walked around the car, trying all the doors. Thank God they were

locked. I was bawling. My cousin was crying. It was sheer terror. And then, he vanished. Just melted back into the darkness. Moments later, our moms came back. We told them everything. They were kind of concerned, but chalked it up to some weirdo playing a prank. Maybe it was. But it stuck with me. I've hated Halloween ever since. And no, I'm still not a Michael Myers fan. So yeah, Halloween's not really my thing. These days, I spend it at the bar. Third year running now. One beer, slow sips, eyes glued to the condensation crawling down the glass. I don't go to get drunk. I go to avoid being home. See, a few years ago. something happened. Something I promised the deputy I'd keep quiet about. Town didn't need the drama.

I even deleted the video. But every year, around this time, the memories come creeping back. I live in a little house at the end of a quiet lane. Nothing fancy. Prefab. Same as the others. It's cheap, and tucked just far enough out of the way to be peaceful. Not rural, but close. It's the kind of place that usually get skipped by trick-or-treaters. Long walk, not enough payout. I kept some candy just in case, but mostly Halloween was just me, horror movies, and quiet. I was watching something that night. Can't remember what.

I'd had a few beers, started dozing off. My beer was warm on the side table. I still had my hand around it, half asleep. Then I heard a noise. A rustle outside. I figured it was wind or a cat. But it didn't stop. It got louder.

Thudding. Something bumping the side of the house. I got up, peered out the window. Nothing. Then a face appeared. Pale. Masked. Staring right back at me through the glass.

I dropped the beer. It shattered. I backed away. The front door shook, hard. Someone was trying to get in. No knocking, just slamming. Over and over. I ran to the kitchen, grabbed the biggest knife I had. Then everything went silent. I called the cops. Locked every window. Turned off every light. When they arrived, they found nothing. No footprint. No signs of forced entry. No mask figure. But I know what I saw. The video from my porch cam showed it too. A figure in a mask, just standing there, staring. Then it glitched. The footage skipped like a scratched DVD. When it came back, the figure was gone. Like it was

never there. I deleted the video the next day. Every Halloween since, I've stayed out of of the house. I just can't go through that again. Maybe it was a prank. Maybe my brain was fried from beer and horror flicks. But something about it felt, wrong. Like whatever it was, it wasn't human. So yeah. That's my Halloween story. Well, stories. One ends with a date, a broken nose, and a possible engagement. The other ends with a shattered beer bottle and a lifelong fear of pale masks. Happy Halloween, I guess.