Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Haunted by Evil Witnessing a Cold-Blooded Murder in the Depths of Drug Addiction Hell #38

Episode Date: August 13, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #drugaddiction #truecrime #haunted #darkmemories #coldbloodedmurder  Caught deep in the hellish grip of addiction, the narrator becomes an eyewitness to a merciless murder that leaves lasting scars. Haunted by trauma and guilt, they navigate a world of violence, fear, and betrayal — struggling to escape before becoming the next victim.  #horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #scarystories #horrorstory #creepypasta #horrortales #drugaddiction #truecrime #murder #trauma #survival #darkpast #addictionrecovery #urbanhorror #witnessaccount #psychologicalhorror #fear #hauntedmind #violence #redemption

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.

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. Standard Pressing applies after 12 months for the terms apply. I know what you're feeling and I was there too.

And I know you might think that there is nobody to talk to, but I promise that you're not alone. It was never your fault and you deserve support and healing in your own time. Whenever you're ready to talk, Dublin Rape Crisis Centre will be ready to listen. Call the 24-hour National Helpline on 1-800-77-8888. This is a story I've kept locked up inside for years. Even now, thinking about it makes my stomach twist in knots and my chest tighten like I'm suffocating.

I don't know why I'm finally spilling it all out, maybe it's because I've built a different life now, and I'm finally ready to face the demons that haunted me back then. Maybe it's because I can't stand carrying the weight of it around anymore. Whatever the reason, here it is. It's been seven years since this happened. Seven years since I watched someone die right in front of me, in the most horrifying way imaginable. And to this day, that night visits me in my dreams, his scream, that terrible sound, the kind of sound you can't even describe because it doesn't belong to this world.

Let me back up a little. At that point in my life, I was a total wreck. I was in my twenties, and if you asked anyone who knew me back then, they would have told you I wasn't going to make it to 30. Hell, I would have agreed with them. I was deep into addiction, crack, meth, fent, fentanyl, whatever I could get my hands on. I lived in a small town in North America, the kind of place where nothing exciting ever happens except drug busts and overdoses.

That period of my life was like staring into the mouth of hell. Every day was chaos. I was surrounded by people who were practically walking corpses. You'd see these kids, people who could have been beautiful, who could have had normal lives, covered in sores, with sunken cheeks and rotted teeth. They'd tell you with a straight face that meth wasn't the reason they were falling apart, making up dumb excuses about allergies or bad hygiene, but you could see it in their eyes. They were hollow.

And me? I wasn't any better. I did things I'm ashamed of just to get my next fix. I lied, I stole. I manipulated. I lost track of how many times I woke up in some filthy room, surrounded by garbage and strangers I didn't even know, wondering how the hell I got there. That world eats people alive. In just that one year, I personally knew over 50 people who died, overdoses, violence, disease. Add to that another 50 or so who got locked up, some with heavy federal

charges that would keep them behind bars for decades. It was like watching a generation disappear in slow motion. One of the worst places in town was this dump everyone called Jesse's. Jesse was. God, I don't even know how to describe him. He was this scrawny dude who'd been addicted longer than anyone could remember. His room was on the main floor of some crappy rental house where all the rooms were for rent. The door didn't even have a lock on it, so people came and went as they pleased. Jesse didn't care. If any thing, he didn't care. If any he wanted people to come by, maybe hoping someone would share a hit with him. The place was disgusting. Garbage piled up everywhere, dirty clothes, used needles, broken meth pipes. The smell

alone could knock you flat, urine, rotting food, mold, and God knows what else. The bathroom didn't work anymore, so the toilet was overflowing, and no one had flushed it in months. It smelled like something had crawled into the walls and died. Still, for people like us, it was a safe spot to use. No cops, no prying eyes. One day, I stopped by Jesse's to smoke some crack I'd scored. I just wanted to be out of sight for a while. When I walked in, there were a few other addicts there, all of them in various stages of getting high. A couple of them I recognized, though in that world, you never really know anyone. Friendships don't mean much when everyone's chasing the same poison.

At one point, I noticed two guys messing with a needle. One of them was helping the other get his shot ready. I didn't think much of it. That was normal there. Junkies helped each other all the time, not out of kindness, but because it meant you might get a hit in return later. Then it happened. The guy who helped the other one shoot up,

stood up suddenly. His face changed. He got this twisted look in his eyes, pure malice. And then he said it. I put poison in the spoon. At first, I didn't even process what he said. But then he started dancing. You're going to die. You're going to die. Ha ha ha. You're going to die. He sang it over and over, this sick, gleeful chant. He moved around in this jerky, horrifying little dance, laughing and pointing at the other guy. The kid, the one who got the shot, froze. I'll never forget the look on his face. His eyes went wide with terror,

and he stared at the guy like he couldn't believe what he was hearing. There's so much rugby on Sports Exeter 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 played 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. Get more exclusively live tournaments than ever before on Sports Extra. Jam packed 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.

I know what you're feeling and I was there too. And I know you might think that there is nobody to talk to, but I promise that you're not alone. It was never your fault. and you deserve support and healing in your own time. Whenever you're ready to talk, Dublin Rape Crisis Center will be ready to listen. Call the 24-hour National Helpline on 1-800-77-8888. Three minutes. Three minutes that felt like an eternity.

At first, the kid started shaking. Then he doubled over, his body convulsing. He curled up on the dirty floor like a child, clutching his stomach. Thick bile poured out of his mouth, it wasn't even foam, just this yellow-green sludge. And then he screamed. It wasn't a human scream. It was raw, animalistic, like the sound of a dying creature in the woods. It was pure agony, terror, despair, all rolled into one.

He screamed for his mom. Over and over again, he cried. out for her like he was five years old. Mom. Mom. Help me. M-O.M. And then, silence. His eyes stayed open, but he wasn't there anymore. He was gone. Meanwhile, the guy who poisoned him just kept laughing. Laughing like he just pulled off the funniest prank in the world. That was it for me. Something in my brain snapped. I bolted out of that room like the devil himself was chasing me. I didn't stop running. I ran through the streets, into the woods. I crashed through underbrush, splashed through an icy river. My heart felt like it was going to explode out of my chest. I couldn't breathe.

Finally, I collapsed. It was late fall, and the air was bitterly cold. I lay there in the forest, curled up in a ball, soaked to the skin. But I didn't care about the cold. I didn't care about the darkness. I was shaking, not from the chill, but from fear, pure, unfiltered fear. Not fear of the forest. Not fear of dying out there. Fear of evil. I had just looked evil straight in the face, and it had smiled back at me. Later, I heard that the killer was caught. Someone tipped off the cops and he was arrested. Last I heard, he's serving time for murder. That

was the moment I knew I had to get out. 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 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. Jam-packed 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. Standup Pressing applies after 12 months for the terms apply. If I stayed in that world, I'd end up like that poor kid, or worse. It wasn't easy, but I clawed my way out of the darkness. It took years. Detox, rehab, relapses, therapy, but I made it. Now I'm a husband, a father,

A functioning member of society. But sometimes, late at night, I still hear that scream. And I remember. I'll never forget. The end.