Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - His Madness Was Silent Until the Night He Said Julie’s Name One Last Terrifying Time PART2 #5

Episode Date: August 19, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #psychologicalthriller #mentalbreakdown #darkreveal #obsessionhorror #finalmoments  In Part 2 of this psychological horror saga, the horrifying truth behind the man’s silent descent into madness is finally revealed. As Julie uncovers chilling clues about his past and the voices tormenting him, she realizes too late that his obsession runs deeper—and darker—than she ever imagined. A terrifying conclusion where memories, guilt, and something far more sinister come to light.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, psychologicalhorror, obsession, madness, darkreveal, mentalillness, chillingtwist, hauntedpast, fear, unsettlingtruth, finalchapter, thriller, disturbingmind, horrorfiction, twistedending

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. Oh, Amy, my little one.

I ask myself a million questions every day. When will you give me your first smile? How much sleep do you need? How can I help you and your big brother to get along? At the HSE's MyChild.I.E and in the free MyChaw books, you'll find the answers you need from doctors, midwives, public health nurses, dieticians and lots of other experts. Mychild.I.E.

Expert advice for every step of pregnancy, baby and toddler health. from the HSE. August 9th, 2016, I didn't sleep one bit last night. Would you? The police were here, like, tons of them. One squad car is still parked outside to monitor the house. They can't find Julie, she's just, gone. They asked for a few pictures of Julie to help with the search and I had to fill out some paperwork. Another officer took pictures of the bedroom where Fiona had been murdered. I'm scared out of my mind right now. I don't know where she is, how did I hear Fiona barking yesterday? What is happening? The police assured me that they would be looking for Julie all night and that they would keep a car in front of my house until she was found. I'm worried she's going to kill me next.

Also, where is Yoda? The police told me they are taking the steps necessary to ensure my family is safe, but that if I'd like to stay with them or have them stay with me that it'd be fine as well as long as I just let them know if I leave the house. I'm going to call my mom and brother as soon as I'm done writing this. God, I hope they find Julie. August 10th, 2016. My brother and mom came over today to bring me dinner and check up on me. My brother seemed upset with me, but with everything going on I really didn't care if he was or why.

I had other more serious things on my mind. My mom seemed so sad about it all and just kept crying. I couldn't understand why since she never really liked Fiona. Right before they left, my brother said something strange to me, listen to what they tell you to do or you're just going to get in more trouble, okay man? I scoffed, yeah, okay. WTF was that? Who the hell is they, the police?

Trouble. I'm not in trouble, Julie is. I didn't do any of this. Sure, I made some mistakes, but I didn't take. kill my dog and probably my cat, then run naked out into the street covered in blood. Why would he say that to me? Why was my mom so goddamn sad all the time? Where the hell is Julie? August 11, 2016. I scheduled multiple meetings with Carol today. I need something to help level me off. It would have been our one-year anniversary in two days

and I just can't seem to wrap my mind around what has been happening. After the detectives had left my house, I went to go out and buy a bunch of bleach and cleaning supplies and shit, like, right away. I'm not sleeping in a room covered in my dog's fucking blood, then I took Fiona's body to a pet cremator and sprinkled her ashes at all her favorite dog parks. Fuck, I can't do this alone. Part of me feels like if I could just talk to Julie then we could figure this all out. We just need to get everything out in the open, no more secrets, no more resentments, nothing. I tried to call Tony today to let him know about what was going on. It rang once and then said, the number you are dialing cannot be reached at this time.

Please hang up and try your call again later. So, I did. Seven different times and I got the same goddamn message. WTF, is Tony just, gone? I googled him and found about a thousand different Tony's that are therapists, counselors and psychiatrists and shit with no luck. I did an image search, thinking I could find a picture of him and use that to find his office number. Maybe they had changed it and forgot to tell us. Itk, Julie did all the scheduling for Tony, so it'd all go to her email, but I have no clue where her phone is either. I tried calling it this afternoon multiple times, tiptoeing around the house and listening for the vibration, but I couldn't hear it or find it anywhere. Each time I called, it just would ring four to five times and go to voicemail.

I know I shouldn't, but I miss her so much. August 13, 2016, today would have been our one-year wedding anniversary. I cried a lot today. I called the detective working our case, but he had no updates for me. He just kept saying, we're looking, Jeffrey, we're looking. How fucking reassuring, asshole. There's still a police car outside my house, I know they said they would keep one there until they found Julie, but what if they don't? What if a year goes by, and they don't find her, and they take the police car away and she comes back and tries to kill me? These are the things I think about when I'm alone, when there's no one here to balance my thoughts, to keep me in check or provide some optimism. I went on Facebook and looked through our wedding pictures and

literally fucking sobbed. I just want to some closure and I just want her found even if she doesn't want to be with me I just want to know that she's okay August 14th 2016 135 a.m. 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 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. 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. Oh, Amy, my little one. I ask myself a million questions every day. When will you give me your first smile?

How much sleep do you need? How can I help you and your big brother to get along? At the HSE's MyChild.I.E and in the free MyChall books, you'll find the answers you need from Doctors midwives, public health nurses, dieticians and lots of other experts. Mychild.a.e. expert advice for every step of pregnancy, baby and toddler health. From the HSE. Just woke up on the couch to the sound of loud meowing. It sounded just like Yoda.

I got up and slowly crept my way across the cold wood floors to the front door and looked out the window, but I saw nothing. Then I heard it again. I knew this was Yoda's meow, not as loud this time, but definitely coming from outside. I went out to look, calling his name multiple times, but the meowing just stopped. The police car turned his searchlight on to face me, and I put my arm up to shield my eyes from the bright light. The officer pointed the light downward and got out of his car, taking a few steps towards me as I walked towards him. I explained to him I thought I had heard my cat that had been missing for a few weeks and he kind of chuckled. I asked him what the fuck was so funny, and he paused and looked at me,

his smile completely gone now. Maybe you're not getting enough sleep, Jeffrey, he said. Gee, really? You think that might be the problem? You think maybe I'm not getting enough fucking sleep? You think I sleep soundly knowing my fucking lunatic wife is out there somewhere, possibly fucking naked, covered in my dog's blood that I had to drive to a fucking cremator, by myself? You think, maybe I'm not sleeping enough. Yeah, you're probably right. I responded. As I turned to walk back into the house, the officer said one last thing to me, you know,

it's 143 in the morning, you should really try to get some sleep. This froze me in my tracks. That number, 143, WTF is that? I swear, it's like when you notice it once, you notice it a million times in a row. It almost makes you feel crazy. Ha, yeah, I'll give it a shot. Thanks. I responded and continued to walk into the house without looking back at him.

August 26, 2016, it's been almost three weeks since Julie ran out of the house and I'm beginning to think nobody cares anymore. I've seen Carol six times since then and she keeps saying super out of place things to me, to the point where I don't want to bring stuff up with her anymore. For instance, any time I bring up Julie, Carol asks me how I feel about it, which it, I guess, is normal. But then she goes into this whole line of questioning like, where do I think she is, how do I think she got there, where would I have gone if I was her, shit like that. Like, I don't fucking know, how does that help me at all? Also, I saw a fucking policeman at the front desk of my therapist's office the other day and he just stared at me. I've never seen a police officer in her offices before and isn't their patient confidentiality or some shit I signed. I brought up Tony to her and how I couldn't get a hold of him.

I thought maybe she might have heard of him or knew where he had moved or something, but the answer I got was, not what I expected. Carol told me I had never seen a marriage counselor with Julie, at least not that she knew of. Ha! I'm sure I brought it up to Carol, probably multiple times, and anyway, I'm not asking her if she remembers me fucking talking about him, I'm asking if she knows who he is. When I redirect the question that way, Carol looked so sad and answered, no, Jeff, I don't know a Tony in my line of work. I'm sorry, September 5, 2016, I'm losing all hope of anyone finding Julie. So much so that I tried to call her parents.

But when I did, someone just picked up and hung up on me. WTF, like, we're all in this together. Why would you pick now to be so fucking rude? I'm sorry I cheated on your daughter, but she didn't need to be such a bitch and murder our dog. And you don't need to be so mean to me now that she's missing. Jesus fucking Christ. There's still a police car outside, but I swear to God sometimes I look out the window and the police car is there, but there's no one in it, like, I'm 100% sure there's not an officer in the

fucking car. Where the hell would he have gone? I'm so glad to see everyone taking this so seriously. When I called the detective yesterday, he told me that they had no leads, but then added, anything you know would be really helpful to the case. Okay, well, I've told you everything I can remember from that night so how the shit would I know anything new, I asked him. He just responded, I don't know Jeffrey, but anything would help at this point. I hate that he calls me Jeffrey. I'm not his fucking child and he doesn't know me, just call me Jeff like the rest of the world. I asked him how much longer they would keep a car parked outside my house, and there was a long period of silence before the detective said he had to go but that we would talk again soon.

Asshole September 12, 2016. When I woke up this morning, I decided to get some chores done around the house. But when I reluctantly went to start some laundry, the shirt Julie had been wearing the night she killed Fiona was in the bottom of my fucking hamper. Did I put it there? I swear the detectives had taken it. Or was I

supposed to clean it? 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. 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 for the terms apply.

Oh, Amy. My little one. I ask myself a million questions every day. When will you give me your first smile? How much sleep do you need? How can I help you and your big brother to get along? At the HSE's MyChild.I.E and in the free MyChile books, you'll find the answers you need from doctors, midwife,

public health nurses, dieticians and lots of other experts. Mychild.aE. expert advice for every step of pregnancy, baby and toddler health from the HSE. Or something. I don't know how this works. Maybe I threw it in there a long time ago and just haven't done a full load of laundry since then. Anyway, I dug it out and it was covered, absolutely covered, in blood. Have you ever seen blood after a long time? Like, really noticed it.

Blood turns this awful shade of rust brown when it dries, and her shirt was almost completely rust-colored. I don't remember her being covered in that much blood. Maybe it soaked up more when it laid on the floor by Fiona after she took off out of the house. Or maybe I'm remembering it all wrong. No, no, she got like an initial squirt of blood on her shirt, but not on the back. It was only on the front. So how is there blood all over the back of her shirt?

too. I called the detective, and he said he would be over right away. When he got there, he immediately asked me about a dozen questions. Plus, there were three other officers with him that took pictures of the hamper, and the shirt, and the corner of the bedroom where the hamper was. Finally, they're taking this seriously again. When they asked me where the shirt came from for the second time, I told them I found it at the bottom of the hamper, that I must have missed it when I was doing laundry, and that I hadn't done a full load since that night. The detective wrote everything down very quickly and thanked me for calling him right away. Except, he wrote everything down too quickly.

His hand was moving at an impossible pace, like he was on fast forward or something. I stood there watching his hand move and looked up to find him smiling at me and telling me I would hear from them soon. September 22nd, 2016, 115 a.m. What the F-U-C-K was that? Someone is whispering in my kitchen downstairs. I can hear it as plain as day, it's like they're not taking any breaths at all, though.

Like, they took a deep breath and have been whispering non-stop for a minute or two. How is that even possible? Fuck I'm so scared to go down there, I don't even want to move. What if they hear me? Who the fuck could it be? Did I give my brother or my mom a key? Why would they be whispering in my kitchen in the middle of the night? I want to look out the window to see if the police car is still there,

but that means getting out of bed and that's not a good idea right now. I can reach my phone. I'll just call the officer outside, they gave me his number, so I could call him in case of an emergency. Yeah, that's what I'm going to do. F-U-C-K, I left his card downstairs with his number on it. I could still call 911, right? That's what I'm going to do.

September 22, 2016, 130 a.m. The police said they would contact the officer and have him come up to the house and check everything out. When I hung up, I instantly got quiet to try and hear the whispering again. It was still there, but it sounded much more frantic now, like they were pleading for something. begging almost, it's still the non-stop whispering. No brakes, no nothing, just constant whispering. I want to get up and see if the cop is getting out of his car yet, but I am beyond freaked out right now, shit. September 22, 2016, 140 a.m. The cop has not come up to the fucking door yet and the whispering is turning into talking. It sounds so frantic, like they were filled up with air and slowly

letting it out, but now they are about to run out and are trying to fit in as many last words as they can. You know what I mean? I think I need to look out the window. September 22, 2016, 143 a.m. What is going on? When I looked out the window, there was no officer in the police car, but he was definitely not at my front door or anywhere in my front yard. I could have sworn I heard the distant sound of a two-way radio, was that outside or downstairs. How would the officer have gotten into my house, was he confronting whoever was downstairs? WTF was going on. When I moved back to my bed, the whispering stopped, and I froze.

I was about one step from my bed, but then I heard bare feet slapping across my wood floors in the kitchen, moving towards the stairs at a very quick pace. I closed my eyes as tight as I could and tried not to cry. Then the footsteps stopped, and the house went completely silent. I could hear my own heartbeat. I stood there frozen for what felt like five minutes, listening for any creak of the floorboards, but heard nothing. I slowly moved forward as quietly as I could, crawled into bed and pulled the blankets

up to my face like a scared child, then I heard a creak on the steps. My eyes were open as wide as they could go, glued to the open doorway of my bedroom as I waited for whatever it was to enter. That's when I saw a man, barefoot, standing in the doorway and staring directly at me. I closed my eyes. I tried counting, picturing the daytime, thinking of any song lyrics I might know to distract me, but nothing came to me. I knew I had to open my eyes, but I was absolutely terrified. I could feel the warm stream of urine on my inner thigh as I tried to hold back my sobs. I wondered how quick my death would be, what it felt like. I opened my eyes, but the barefoot man was gone. September 23rd, 2016, thank God for Carol.

I scheduled an emergency meeting with her and was able to get in right away. I told her what happened, and she asked me if I thought it was a dream or hallucination from the drugs I was taking. WTF, what drugs? I reminded her I was sober and wasn't taking any prescription drugs, and she responded quickly, oh yes, yes, that's right. My mistake. How the hell do you not remember something like that? It seems like quite a large thing to just, forget. I know I'm a little egotistical, but Jesus lady, how do you forget that a client is sober? After I got home, I googled dreams about bare feet and their meanings. But all I found was that dreams like these are, a positive omen that may predict something good about to come your way, that this will change your

life. Finally, some good news. But like, I'm also 99.9% sure that wasn't a fucking dream. And if it wasn't then who the hell was in my house the other night and where was the hell was the police officer? October 1st, 2016. Julie and I used to love October, the change of the weather to crisp and cool and of course, Halloween. We would go to haunted events all over the country to try and scare ourselves, it never really worked. Neither one of us scared easily, although recently that's changed a little for me. But rightfully so.

However, I do have to say I'm a little creeped out by Halloween this year, considering the circumstances. The police no longer have a car parked in front of my house but assured me they would have them patrolling the area on a frequent basis. I agreed that was probably fine, since Julie seems to have just disappeared and the only thing that's happened was the dream or hallucination of a barefoot man that apparently had a really large lung capacity, L.O.L. I've been feeling better lately, and the past two nights I've slept just fine, which gives me some hope. My brother and mom are coming to visit me again in a couple

weeks to have dinner and I'm excited to catch up with them. October 17, 2016. My brother and my mom just left. We had an amazing dinner tonight, spaghetti with garlic bread and a side Caesar salad, perfection. My brother didn't seem upset with me at all this time but asked me how I had been sleeping. I told him great, as of lately, side note, I didn't wonder until now how he would even think to ask me that. I didn't tell him about the barefoot man, did I? Did I tell my mom at all? Or the night I thought I heard Yoda meowing, no, I don't think I did. How did he know to ask me that? Did I really look that bad? L.O.L. My mom wasn't crying, but you could tell she wanted to from the look in her eyes. When she looked at me, it was like she was trying to persuade me to tell her something or do something.

Like her eyes were pleading for me to give her the answer to something, but I didn't know what. I think she's taking some new antidepressants so maybe those are fucking with her head. I'm just glad my brother and I are keeping a closer eye on her. October 25, 2016, I had another productive meeting with Carol today. I told her all about my mom and brother coming to visit me and she just smiled. She usually would ask a follow-up question, but she didn't. She just smiled. It kind of creeped me out, like the way Julie used to smile at me.

Once again, Carol asked me how I was eating and I literally responded, fine, what the fuck? She apologized and said she just wanted to make sure I was still eating, that sometimes when people go through stressful events or are depressed, they don't eat. Okay, well I'm certainly not depressed and nothing stressful has happened in a long time, so I think I'm good in that department. Jesus. She asked me if the detectives had followed up about the bloody clothes, and I said no, she smiled again. November 1st, 2016. Okay, so I know last night was Halloween and kids like to fuck around, but, seriously, I think they went a little bit too far. I woke up this morning to red footprints, it sort of looked like blood, going all the way down my driveway and into the street where they just ended. I'm sure kids are just playing a fucking trick on me, since most of the

neighborhood knows about my wife and how she murdered our dog before she ran away from the house naked, but when I was spraying the painted footprints off of the driveway with my hose, I could have sworn they were starting to turn Rust Brown in the sun. To be continued.